On the ever progressing process

I have definitely, at this point, missed my "finish in a week" self imposed deadline, but with 4 left to go I still feel good about my progress.  Especially with how the second of these two turned out.  I've done some other things as well, but I'm not going to show anything else off until these are done.


Brother Bear, after conferring with his elder, gives his decision.  Kill everybody.  How could that go wrong?  I hated this one, especially the bear's head, from the point when I put ink on it initially until I finished the last line.  Now I kind of like it.  Especially the bear's head.  Parts of it still look like complete shit to me, but I'm not going to point them out.  Now it's like Where's Waldo, but instead of looking for some asshole in a stupid hat you are looking for where I fucked this thing up.


A pine box full of dog heads, a letter of challenge, and the final breaking of a mind on the brink.  Brother Cat knows he can never match the Bear for skill with a sword, but the intractable wheel of fate is rolling directly over his neck.

So this process continues.  I'm still staring down the barrel of the writing portion, but I'm slowly coming to grips with that.  I've drawn myself a timeline.  Organization!  I'm getting there.  My poop is slowly getting itself into a group.  I'm still plagued by the ol' black dog.  But I do feed the thing well, so maybe it'll work out.