Watching: Nostalgia critic
Eating: mint dark chocolate mnms
Drinking: soda pop
For the past few weeks I've once again fallen out of love with my comic, but thanks to a cold weather snap and a new fanfiction to read and tumblr, I missed drawing time. Three days worth of it. So after an six hour shift, once I chilled at the computer for a very (for me) brief time slot, did the chores requested, and ran to walmart for artist fuel, I had to catch up on lost time.
I camped on my bed, turned on over an hour of nostalgia critic to draw to and hunkered down to work. First of all, I'm excited that I did clank out this page in a day because I didn't think I actually could muster the will do do it. I haven't even been able to keep up the will for a third a page a day lately.
One of the things that's been bothering me about my comic lately is its direction. I don't think it has one right now. I dislike the main conflict because it's so liner and boring until quite late in the plot. I know my characters enough to be bored by them. The new insights I do get, with one exception, have made me like them less. But perhaps I stumbled upon a solution for now.
See, I want to write epically. I want to produce the kind of story that can make you sob at the death of that one guy you hate. I want to write dramatically. So that's the mood I'd been going for. I wrote out a page which was intended to make you begin to feel the rising panic, the trepidation of the fate of a character in trouble.
And then Gash-Danged Espurr Wolf came in! This background character just hopped out of my pencil looking perfect for the mood. But once I started the laborious task of coloring and shading, to make the page horrific, she Narmed all over it!
An now I like it better for it...
Gosh danged characters... She'll live to Narm another page. I like her look. Espurr wolf made me like a page that was 'meh'ing at me.