If drawing a graphic-novel was like running a real marathon, this would be the part of the race where I’m breathing hard and half-running\limping to the finish-line. I can see the red-tape, I’m just worried I’m gonna keel over before I reach it. I’ve also notices I’ve been taking more time over the art on these last pages. I guess I just want to end it on a high, rather than rush out the final pages. To make matters worse, I’m in one of those phases where I can’t stand looking at my own artwork, and it’s giving me nasty page rage. Every line I draw feels wrong, and I’m questioning all my art-style and layout choices. I’m hoping I’m close to coming out on the other side of this fug soon. I’m starting to realize you can’t avoid shit-storms in life, you can only weather them. They suck, and you just have to wait for them to pass. Wait until your brain-chemistry starts working with you, not against you. Right now, me and my brain ain’t on the same side. Hopefully by next week we will have kissed and made up. Maybe if we have a cookie and watch a movie together, it’ll becalm our rocky relationship. It’s our 31st anniversary at the end of next week, so I’d rather we were celebrating, not fighting right now.
Here’s my latest offering. This guy’s got a face like murder. Wonder what he’s been up to, huh? Something bad, I bet. Is this guy the villain of the piece? Maybe… (and yes, my upload button has finally reappeared. Call off the search.)
Read the graphic-novel Ragemoor last weekend. Really enjoyed it. It reads like a lost H. P. Lovecraft novel or something. Maybe a tiny bit of William Hope Hodgson in there, too. I strongly urge anyone reading this with a love for horror comics to follow this link to an article where you see Richard Corben putting together a page for Ragemoor. Looking back on it, 2012 was a pretty good year for horror comics.
Still no sign of my phantom upload button, but if you’re seeing the above image, that means I’ve found a way of cheating my way around the problem. Hopefully you’re not just looking at an ugly gap, or something like that right now. No red-cross of doom in the corner, or anything. I guess it’s up to the whims of the internet Gods now. May they be merciful.
This may be my first bit of art posted in 2013, but I think I picked a good panel to start the year with. This is one of my favourite shots from Issue #3. Spookily enough, I think I drew it around this time last year. I think it’s part of one of the scariest pages of the whole book. Plus this frame also contains a photo in the background of a dog wearing a top-hat, so what’s not to love?
Ok… Everyone cross your fingers… I’m pressing the post button.
Nine days in, and still no joy. For some reason, the upload image button on a lot of people’s account has vanished. So until this glitch is put to bed, I’m unable to post up art. Was kind of hoping it would be fixed by now, but hopefully it’ll be sorted in the coming week. Fingers crossed.
Spent this weekend reading volume 16 and 17 of The Walking Dead. Then watched a documentary on the Klitschko brothers last night while eating pretzels. It’s been a very manly weekend. I can feel the testosterone bubbling in my veins. Any female readers may want to do a quick pregnancy test after reading this entry, just to be on the safe side (I feel pretty safe, though, as I’m 99% sure this blog doesn’t have female readers.)
All the news about it snowing this weekend have so far turn out to be bogus. I had got my hopes up for tomorrow being a snow-day (no work, all play), but there ain’t a snowflake to be seen here on the south-coast. That’s the crappy thing about snow. A big snow fall, and you can stay home. A little snow fall, and it just makes your day-to-day life a lot more difficult and dangerous. At least the sky’s gone a bit milky-cloudy now. It was clear skies when I woke this morning. So there’s a sliver of hope, but not much. I’d take a photo of this milky-sky and post it… but, you know… no upload button.
Well, as some of you may know, there’s something up with blogger that stopping people uploading art these last few days. I tried Friday, yesterday and today, but no joy. So I’m just gonna cut my losses this week, post the new R-Rated Evil Dead trailer that’s been doing the rounds, and try again at some point next week.
I’ve been trying to ignore the Evil Dead remake. I’ve been hurt too often with horror remakes in recent years. I’ve been turning a blind-eye to it, whenever I’ve seen it about online. I have to confess, however… it’s getting harder-and-harder to ignore. The new R-Rated trailer is playing all the right notes for me. I also have a big Jane Levy crush, which this film is either gonna destroy, or in a twisted kind of way encourage. It’s a pretty damn strong trailer, I’ll give it that.
It was nice to have a little rest this week. I had so little time off in the last few months of 2012, I’d gone into Zombie mode again. My feet were moving, but my brain had pretty much switched off. So this week, I’ve been taking it a bit easier. Just thumb-nailing and making the Tolkien like pilgrimages to my local art-shop to stock up on ink. But Santa’s long gone now, so it’s time to get back to work.
Happy New Year, everyone. I imagine half the internet has a hang-over right now, so I’ll try and type a little bit lighter today. Keep the keyboard clacking down, as it were.
Just want to thank everyone for checking out this blog in 2012. Sure… I’m guessing a lot of traffic I get are just people\computer programs looking for somewhere to dump a load of spam, but I sleep a little better at night thinking there maybe some real, fleshy readers out there, also. So to those people, I give a big thanks for the support (I’d give you a big high-five over the internet, if technology allowed such a thing to be possible.)
I’ve been in work mode these pass few years, and I don’t want to jinx it, but it’s looking like 2013 will be the biggest year since I started this blog back in 2007. I’ll be spending the start of the year finishing up the final third of Issue #4 of Project B.O.B., then I’ve gotta see about getting it out there. Over the last few weeks, a battle-plan has kind of formed in my head, which I’ll go into more details on in the coming months. Let’s just say I’ve got a lot of reading and researching online to do between now and late-winter. I’ve gotta come at 2013 swinging (swinging fists, that is… not, you know… partner swinging… I don’t have a partner, and I’m too square to know any swingers… so… that rules that out… that reminds me… need to remember to plant some pampas grass in my front-garden at some point in 2013. Maybe buy a fish-bowl, but no fish, too.)
