new look! (does this theme make me look fat?)

i am trying out new themes. i have been trying them on all afternoon. even as my children whine at my feet. ( i fed them. i did. but they won’t stop thinking i am a 24/7 diner….)

i have also been playing around with the dimensions of the world in which mojo lives. figuring out the rules. wondering how much the audience needs to know. and doing it in a notebook. with lines and everything. also, i wrote some dusty/mojo dialogue. i need to sit around with this notebook some more. maybe take it to bed with me (nothing weird–just osmosis.)

and doodling my newest character…dusty’s stalker chick. what should i name her? does she need a name? i could just leave her nameless….

i also started trying to take my art more seriously…and my job as a mom less seriously. wait, can i do that? i posted an update on linkedin even. a site i have been largely ignoring.

so that’s my day. how are you? what do you think of the new look? really? honestly–but not too much so!

with my desk en route

at the point of this update, my desk–the home of my art & writings–is in a uhaul somewhere in stoughton, wisconsin en route to madison. i miss my desk terribly and anxiously await her arrival.

meanwhile, i doodle on. as my life rises and falls beneath my feet, i doodle on. i ride the waves of my own drama while i doodle and vent in the pages of my journal.

mojo, i have not forsaken you! i keep you close, but do not dare remove you from the portfolio which is your temporary home for fear of young children wreaking havoc on your fragile pages….

and i continue to read amanda palmer’s book the art of asking. i think i have ventured past the point where i am envious, petty, and sad–and now i am able to enjoy the book. i fear repeating my mistake of making contact with someone who seems a kindred soul. lynda barry has taught me to stay hidden in my hole. but i still fantasize about it. what would amanda palmer & i talk about at lunch? would she like my comic? would she make me some new eyebrows? what would she wear? would she let me draw on her eyebrows?

i’m a crazy stalker chick. there is no denying that. however, the book does have me wondering–in addition to what would happen if i started asking for things–where in my life can i be more giving of things? any book that gets me thinking is a good book in my opinion. hers is a good book. a memoir more than a self-help. and it isn’t chronological. and there aren’t chapters per se. she seems authentic. i like that. neil chose well. i look forward to attending one of their anniversary parties once amanda palmer & i have become best friends & gotten matching tattoos.