Well, it's that time again. Since I last updated here I have been doing things. I deleted my social networking garbage for the most part, which was a long time coming and has definitely paid off. I lost contact with a lot of people who I don't really know. This is just fine. I don't even contact the people I do actually know. There is obviously something wrong with me. Jackpot.
It was a friend's birthday recently. I only know the birthdays of four people (october 24th, december 2nd, july 5th, march 24th). If you don't see your birthday on that list, don't let yourself get too depressed. In any case whenever one of those people has a birthday, or someone else who is also awesome and I find out what their birthday is, this is what I do-
Seeing as this birthday person is a one who might not want information paraded around the internet, I have excised the name from the image. But I still had to post it somewhere, because I'm proud as shit about how it came out. I'm going to ship it off on Monday or Tuesday, depending when I rally myself to hulk out of my spire and shamble down the the post. Anyway, onward!
Progress on these panels has been going again. After a short period of not doing a damn thing I'm back on top of my game a little bit. Maybe not top, but at least climbing. I told someone I'd be done in a week, and I fully intend on meeting that goal.
Here we see Brother Cat's irrational and inadvisable reaction to the goading of Brother Badger. The Badger predicted as much and if he can manage to survive this thorough seeing to, he is one step closer to pressing Brother Bear into action. And Brother Badger is a man of action.
And he marches. After letting himself get duffed up by a handsome murderer, Brother Badger makes his way to Bear's workshop. So long as he can retain ownership of of his precious vital humours. Here's a bit of trivia: The house at the back with the long casement window is the same house in which, one day after these events, Brother Cat pleads with Brother Owl of the security council. That image is next on the docket.
So I've got 8 more to go and then appendices. That and the writing portion. I'm nervous about that part. I had someone to work on it with, someone with a poetic turn of mind whose writing I love, who I felt could definitely improve my clinical prose, but everything there went south. I've slowly come to grips with that. Not exactly. I still hold out hopes for a sign. I still can't stop thinking about her. I'll still paint something for her birthday.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I've described exactly what all this crap is leading up to. Essentially, there will be 31 images and 31 pages of text linking them together. The story is in place, though these things have not been presented in any kind of coherent order. But the whole thing, presented in book form, will be followed by two or three appendices: the first being a series of naturalist style sketches of the animals that live in this world (all of whom will have human heads), the second being a retrospective section surrounding the conflict that precedes this whole story by about ten years (against a bunch of squid), and the third (which I'm still unsure about) being about the religion that these fancy beasts have (in which all of their gods are just regular animals). I've got a lot of ridiculous ideas about all of this ridiculous garbage. If it falls on any portion it'll be the writing, but I'm going to try my damndest.
I've learned the hard way time and time again that trying your damndest isn't necessarily a path to success. Failure, repeated and persistent failure, also teaches a lot of valuable lessons. I just wish these lessons made this shit less painful.