so far i’m one up on sylvia plath.

this is why sylvia plath put her head in an oven. motherhood is so hard on the artistic woman. while she wants to be creating art…writing…music…painting, she is changing diapers, fixing food for kids who refuse to eat it, resolving arguments over who gets to play with that particular lego–no, that one!

sigh.

i tried to draw last night after wrestling kids into bed. i got that up there drawn before poppy woke up and pulled me back into bed. while in bed, i realized i was too tired to continue drawing, and i gave up for the night. i had grand plans to do several preliminary sketches. i drew bluejean once…i had to finish her feathers while the baby cried for me to come and nurse him…again. he’s teething. if you happen to be a parent, you know how much fun teething babies are.

sigh.

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these are some pages i put panels onto some days ago, hoping to (as i try to type this, misha is shoving a dora the explorer dvd in my face trying to convince me to hand over my laptop–see? see what i’m working with here, people??)

anyhoo. hoping to work on moses jones (the more rough looking paneled page) and to start some new comics. i was thinking about lisa the lion and hey diddled. however, after watching the airships fly as my kids used my laptop (my only connection to the comic world) to watch the legend of korra, i felt a strong pull to be working on my steampunk comic trials of the moonfish. i might sacrifice hey diddled for now…fuck! not like i am getting any of these comics done.

sigh.

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she looks pretty though, don’t she? my bluejean baby. rough as she is….

so, i need to use my time better. when the baby isn’t making me hold him or nurse him–maybe i could stand somewhere, pens and paper out of reach, and do some quick sketches as i cook food & do dishes (why are there so many fucking dishes??) maybe i could draw while my laptop is being appropriated for entertainment done by artists much more successful than myself, for instance, michael dante dimartino and bryan konietzko (creaters of avatar: the last airbender). that cartoon kicks ass. story & art. dora the explorer…not so much.

okay, back to me. i need to manage my time better, and i need to re-read the book mother reader. essential writings on motherhood–which has saved my life in the past by basically saying to me, “we know what you’re going through; it sucks. but stick with it. keep your head out of the oven.”

feelin’ like a comic slut

so, like the oxymoron i am, i am a very modest exhibitionist. why, just the other day i was about to get a pelvic exam at the doctor’s and i was like, “you want to look at my what?” which is especially silly since i have given birth four times. maybe someone has managed to have a modest birth, but that person is not me. my first two i was strapped down naked to a table & cut open. my second two i walked around mostly naked for several hours–not caring who saw me–writhing in pain & eventually pushing someone out my twat while someone took pictures. ah, childbirth.

that too-much-information introduction is to set the scene for how i feel about my on-going adventure with networking. yesterday, through the forum webcomic underdogs, i learned about comic rocket, smack jeeves, and comic fury. so i am trying to put moses jones on all of those sites as well. additionally, i decided to actively post her on ello & tsu, which i have pages on, but not really any content…yet. and how often should i post? daily seems like over-doing it. twice a week? three times a week? which days? i like thursday. it is such a nice day. maybe sunday too…. i only have been posting once a week on tapastic & deviant art, but i kinda shot my load on tapastic by posting all of my moses jones (almost) to date.

so many places to be.

plus! last night i drew panels for trying a page of lisa the lion as well as a page of hey diddled. i want to get those going & post them on their own page of a comic site as well.

what to do with the children…closet? duct tape? public school? we’ll see…. (right now 3 out of 4 of them are screaming while i try to update this blog. ah, a day in the life of the stay-at-home graphic novelist.)