Did some more work on this. Realized Isaac’s position was entirely untenable, so adjusted it a bit. (He was half leaning on his side, but now he’ll be prone.) Also redrew his face some—I never could get the hang of drawing long muzzles.
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[WIP] December 10, 2494.
May 10
[partim] Piñata.
Mar 31
The coughing shook me harder and I kept spitting up confetti for about four or five minutes before I ran dry.
The fit stopped shortly after, and I sank to hands and knees, exhausted.
I didn’t want to move.
I knew I had to.
And then, suddenly, I couldn’t.
The stiffness I thought was cold had permeated me, and now my joints wouldn’t respond.
A breeze picked up and I felt—or rather, I heard it rustle through my fur.
That’s not right.
I heard my hide flapping as the wind went past.
The wind started pushing me back. It wasn’t blowing that hard, was it?
My arms and legs scraped across the ground as I drifted across the sidewalk.
December 10, 2494.
Feb 15
An idea I had kicking around in my head for a while that I finally started work on at Sketch Night on Saturday. The plan is Isaac, Maxim, Huck, Modi, and Magni all around a campfire outside Dunamy Town on Huck and Maxim’s 18th birthday (old calendar).
Not too happy with the execution yet, though. I’m not sure the sketch conveys the general outline I was looking for, and I don’t like what’s up with Isaac’s head here.
1st draft [partim] — Piñata.
Jul 26
I had no idea it was supposed to be this cold out tonight—I didn’t have anything warm on at all. It was a mercy that there was no wind, at least.
Only a few steps from the door my whole body was numb and stiff with cold.
There was no way I’d make it home like this. I made it as far as the corner… I had a kind of idea it’d be easier to catch a taxi.
I didn’t get as far as trying to flag one down, though, before I was overcome with a massive coughing fit.
It didn’t start out that bad—just a tickle at the throat—but very quickly it got to the point where I felt I was going to be sick just from the force of it.
And then it felt like I was retching for real, and then I coughed up—a spray of confetti, glittering in the night air.
What the hell?
1st draft [partim] – Piñata.
May 14
I stayed working late, as usual, trying to get the week’s screw-ups sorted out for payroll.
The pile of confetti at my desk got deeper, hour by hour—I didn’t think I’d had so much fall into my mane… But it was a lot of hair, and I was always finding random stuff in it. This just would happen on the day I leave my brush at home.
It was already dark outside. I squinted at my monitor—it took a couple of seconds before my eyes focused on the numbers. “Um… definitely time to go home and sleep,” I said. I clocked out, logged out, and swept the pile of confetti from my desk into the trash bin, which gave me an all-too-clear experience of how stiff from typing my fingers were. Dang, I thought. I’m really going to have to quit doing these late nights. I gave my head one last shake over the wastebasket—at least a dozen scraps of orange and yellow paper fell out of my mane. Dammit, Stevens, I thought, as I stepped out the front door.
It was frickin’ cold outside.
Piñata.
Nov 23
I took a seat by the TV. Emma the front desk girl brought me a piece of the cake, but I wasn’t really hungry. Nobody showed any further interest in me, as usual. The party wasn’t really anything special for me; they brought in cake every week at the slightest provocation and donuts if nobody could think of anything to put on a cake.
Still, it was my birthday and I probably wouldn’t be getting anything but Stevens’ dud piñata. I spat confetti out of my teeth, and tried to remember this morning’s Motivational Life Coach e-mail. “Being interesting is an action,” it’d said, “So go out and do it.” I spent some time trying to think how that could be motivational, pondered for a while whether it really meant anything at all, and had just about sunk into a rather despairing collection of thoughts about how the world had reduced me to the point where an e-mail forward was my biggest impetus in life when I realized it was time to get back to work.
The empty piñata head was sitting on my desk when I got back; it watched me blankly as I worked on the SWAT report and continued trying to get all the confetti out of my mane.
Maxim
Jul 21
Yeah, so I figured I’d try going through and drawing as many of my characters as I could. (It’s a whim that seems to strike me from time to time; maybe I’ll make some progress on it this time.)
This is Maxim, one of my oldest characters. A bit of a mary-sue, but hopefully we can work on that a bit. Never mind that his equipment is straight out of Zelda.
I’m going to have to work on coloring this. It’s been so long it took me nearly four or five attempts to get it to look anything like him… The hands are really poorly-done, but I’m really happy with how the feet came out.
Lion
Jun 25
Just a basic lion design, kind of inspired by the tiger T-shirt I made, but a little bit retooled, hopefully to be easier to parse. This one is also available on a shirt. Like the first one, the design is on the small side (a bit over 5″×2½″, if I reckon correctly)—I’ve not feeling too comfortable with huge designs lately. I’ll try and aim for something bigger next time.
The lion is from a photo by Chris Gin on flickr, which is cc-by.
(Also available as wallpaper.)