I read comics like Shades of Grey that have buffers of 24, 26 comics ahead of time, and I read comics like Zebra Girl that update whenever the artist has time to work on the comic, and I wonder.
I know that as an artist, I need a buffer. I cannot pump out a quality comic a week. It's hard NOW when I'm not doing anything else, it's going to be insane when school starts up again. But I can't think of how to do that without stopping the updates for a while to get ahead. I can barely do a page a week, much less work ahead of myself.
But that means that I need to start writing the scripts before I start work on the comic itself--which is tricky for me, since I don't really know what will fit on the page or what's best for the comic before I draw the comic itself. More often than not, the script gets written AFTER the art is done. More and more I find myself lacking in story, even though my art is improving by leaps and bounds. (did you see this week's comic? It is FANTASTIC! I NEVER expected to be able to do that quality of work.)
But if you're a writer, why would you write for someone else's story? Using someone else's characters? How could you get into that?
Help me out, you guys, how do I fix this?
Holy crap you guys!
MADELINE CARROLL STOLE MY EYES.
Don't beleive me?
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You guys somebody tell her to give my eyes back! That's not nice!
All I really want for my comic is a forum like Zebra Girl's. If I could get a fan following anything like ZG's I would be immensely pleased with myself.
I've been feeling rediculously depressed about AL lately. Like, indecently so. I keep convincing myself that because I don't get fanart or because I don't get a lot of traffic or because the forums are largely abandoned that I don't have any fans. This is not true, and I know it. I've had people draw Celeste before(although I asked them to, so I guess it's not EXACTLY fanart), I do almost no advertising for it, and when I do it's in backwards little places of the internet, and not only is the forum put in a backwards spot on the website, even I don't visit it that often.
Since everyone's doing it, here's a riddle---
The poor have too much of it, the rich don't have enough of it, and God can't accomplish it. What is it?
Candy's pretty ugly picture
why does this even matter? go vote anyway.
While you're at it, go to Pnelma's Pen and tell me what you think.
I'm uh.
Failing.
three classes.
....
Extreme and entirely justified swearing ahead.
http://www.kuk
What the fuck.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Why is this man so fucking amazing.
He's like. Some form of hermit or something. He has to be.
He's a meticulous sculptor and his production rate is insane and the details are fucking mindblowing and holy shit what the fuck.
NOT ONLY THIS BUT HE CAN PAINT LIKE A FUCKING PRO AND HIS GRAPHITE SHIT IS FUCKING OFF THE HOOK AND HE HAS A HANDLE ON FLASH WHAT THE FUCK.
He's only 34.
Hell, if I'm HALF this amazing at 34 I can die happy.
god damn.
Ren Faire:
SO THIS YEAR I went as a pirate with a wooden dagger and Kat's sword ribbon-tied to my belt strap, and I married Jennifer for fun and we were such the bickering couple and we kept marrying other men and we decided Ben was a eunuch and we tried to sell him off but nobody was buying.
And then we found an asian guy with two sais and we took him on, me with my short-ass little wooden dagger, Jennifer with her slingshot(not even anything in it, just the slingshot) and we pwn'd him.
Maybe later there will be pictures.
And then I got lost and I lost my wooden dagger that I hand-carved myself and I was really really upset about that but on the drive back home Ben held my hand to make me feel better and that was a really sweet gesture. #^_^# Ben is so sweet!
And then we went to Islands and had food and actually had way too much money for the bill (a first in Fluorites history!) and gave the waitress this GIGANTIC tip and then we went to kat's house and I was reeeallly itching for a swordfight so we went out back and gathered together all the weapons we could find, which totaled in Bob's new sword, Kat's old, deteriorating sword, and two of kat's daggers. So I took the daggers and she took the swords, and I have NO IDEA how to use two daggers.
So I lasted about eight seconds before she got me on the pinky. So now I have this really wide, 4-stitch wound on my finger that's bleeding profusely and we make our way to the bathroom and luckily it didn't hit bone, but still. Pretty nasty. And so once we FINALLY got it to stop bleeding and all bandaged up, we went back outside and Bob, idiot that he is, picks up the daggers and challenges Kat again, who is going, this is a bad idea. But Bob insists, and it doesn't take three seconds before he gets nicked on the thumb.
"It's a bad idea because it's really obviously a bad idea!"
Ah, well. Now I have yet another badass scar in the making on my left hand.
And then I realized CRAP NOT MY LEFT HAND THAT'S MY DRAWIN' HAND
My brother gave me the option between Dead Rising, Crackdown, and Blazing Angels.
Zombie killing is fun but I hate bosses and there'll be only so many times I'll die before I get frustrated.
There are only so many rooftops and explosions one can have.
But I will never, ever get tired of doing stupid stuff in WWII airplanes.
EVER.
NNEEWRRROOOOOW
RROUUUUUUWWWWW
TATATARRROOOUU
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.....
a little emo, maybe, but called for? certainly.
After all, everyone gets their share of depressing journals. That's what I beleive in; balance. Everyone gets a certain amount of happiness and a certain amount of misery. Balance. I have a super-good day today, I can count on the rest of the week being pretty depressing. It's how it works. And, knowing how it works, I can be understanding about it, and content to live this way. It makes sense, doesn't it?
We're all looking for some sense in life. All of us find a substitute that suits us, and settle down with it eventually. Even those that doubt all they see. What a sad existance that is! To never allow yourself the suspension of disbeleif, to never allow someone to lie to you, even if only in a story. To never allow themselves the simple pleasure of accomplishing something, even if they didn't do as well as they hoped, to feel content about having tried, having put their best foot forward on it. All because they fear the other side of the spectrum; defeat, humiliation. As if feeling good about something would allow you to let your determination slack. As if feeling bad about something would drive you too low to fight back.
That is a truly sad existance.
How does one live like that?
I think I figured out why no one on Elftown wants to talk to me.
Other people get badges from other users saying "[Such and such] protects this page, look out yo!" and usually two or three minimum per page.
I don't. I brought my own protection.
Maybe she's a bit too intimidating..
I'm in an RP with an old friend and her cousin, which would be cool, except every post I make is like throwing lvl 30's into a lvl 50 battle. I can manage it, but not very well.
It's not really very relaxing anymore.
or amazingly fun.
it's actually quite stressful.
But I don't want to say so, because I've already overindulged in worrying about powerplaying at them, and what the hell would I look like saying they intimidate me? After all, it took a good bit of begging and cajoling just to get to this point.
And it is fun, still. Just..not as much fun as it is when 90% of the rest of the cast isn't level 50 and don't have relationship stuff worked out already.
y'know?
Bah! Screw bishounen with their effeminate, smooth faces. Gimme a comic book. I can see every line on that man's face, and he is SMOKIN' hot. Now, THAT'S art!