I finally feel like I’m moving in uncharted waters.

Like this first draft is starting to take real shape.

It needs massive overhaul and a total and complete rewrite, but hey, that’s what first drafts are for. They’re really just insanely overdone outlines, technically.

Brainstorming in real time.

Making shit up based on the loose guidelines given in the prep.

The raw paints and easel, with a word on a sticky note: bowl of fruit.

This is the blue pencil sketch, before the ink, the colour and the word bubbles.

(Of course, everyone uses Photoshop now, so you know, that’s outdated).

Fuck it. Let’s go.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1473 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Joy, Osho
Comics: Cyber Force v3 0-3
Music: An Introduction To... Elliott Smith (fuck yes, also, by, you guessed it, Elliott Smith, comma, comma, comma)