I almost hit Artist’s Block this afternoon, but I pushed through it. I’ve been very firm on not allowing a single day to pass without drawing lately! Unfortunately, dedicating so much time and thought to drawing has let my other projects and responsibilities… slide.
For instance, this blog! I’ve made much more than I’ve posted here, and I need to get better at updates! I’ve also resolved to create an RSS button for easier subscribing, and to create a new commission info page… but the drawing must always be my first priority!
Otherwise the weeks have passed quietly for me. Some family death happened, and birthdays loom on the horizon. Also my brother’s wedding, in which I am a participant!
Around two years ago I drew C’thulhu in space. I used my typical casual cartoony style. [link]
Reviews were… mixed. A lot of folks took issue with a flabby, humanoid C’thulhu and said it simply wasn’t creepy enough. After all, people are supposed to go mad just looking at the beast, right?
Well message received, Lovecraftians. I hope this is more like how you’ve envisioned the cosmic horror from beyond the stars and beneath the waves.
Yep. It’s been ten months. I could have made a baby in that time. I didn’t, for the record. In fact, nothing really changed since last September except that I stopped updating. For the most part I stopped drawing too! It wasn’t a good time for me creatively. If that sounds like a cop-out excuse, that’s because it IS a cop-out excuse.
The truth is Danielle and I were trying to convert this website to a ComicPress blog-type situation. Trouble was that when we looked at just how much fucking work was involved (and not fun work like making buttons and drawing cartoons) it sapped us both of any inclination to work on it. I stopped drawing daily too!
We haven’t spoken in a while, so let me see… I got a new run at work with a new batch of kids. I’m free from the chain-smoking darkness of the earlier run, though I will miss those kids terribly. I took a hit to the paycheck in the process, but it’s just money, right? Yeah.
We’ve begun planning our wedding. It’s a secret. Don’t be offended you weren’t invited. Next to nobody is, just close family and select friends. You probably didn’t make the cut, but that’s okay because you can just send us money instead of eating food we have to pay for. We’re doing you a favor, really. You save on travel, accommodations, food and fancy dress for the reception. Okay, in all seriousness, we love you guys and we don’t intend to offend those who wish for a big, fancy wedding of their very own… but that’s just not us. We don’t care to dance. We don’t want to listen to half-hearted toasts. We don’t want to be forced to sit on display like the Last Supper while everyone lies to us about how it’s the most beautiful wedding they’ve ever been to when everything will be as cheap as we can possibly make it. Part of what makes us work as a couple is rejecting the artifice of traditional married lifestyle. That starts with all the unnecessary expenditure of a wedding. We’re not royalty. It’s not the joining of two great houses. We’re two poor folks who want to have and to hold and to forsake all others, and we don’t need an audience to make that promise.
What else… we got hooked on Game of Thrones’ parent series, A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin, hereafter known as the Prince of Fucking Darkness. And I thought I was bloodthirsty when it came to writing likable characters and killing and maiming them in as many ways as possible. If you haven’t read it or seen it, you’re missing out. I won’t say you’re a fool, because you could probably do without the pain.
The final Harry Potter film looms on the horizon. I don’t have much to add except to say that I am excited. That is all.
