Woop! It’s the start of the new Crush Depth story arc! Well, the ‘cover’ image for it anyhoos. I think you’ll enjoy this one, especially if you enjoy adventure, and don’t mind a little Lovecraftian influence. And yes, everyone will be in swimsuits, including the guys. ESPECIALLY the guys. So, grab your popcorn and buckle up for a seafaring journey into the unknown, with danger, romance and swimmers’ physiques around every corner! (Disclaimer: Now that I think about it, I don’t really know what a swimmer’s build actually looks like, I just made the dive team members generally quite muscular.)
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So, in my spare time (amongst all the other projects and whatnot that I’ve got going), I’m scribbling down notes for a self-help book based on different coping strategies I’ve developed for coping with the stresses and strains of being creative while holding down a dayjob. And what I have discovered is this:
Non-Fiction is FRIGGIN hard! It’s nothing like writing fiction, where anything can happen and you can adjust anything you want to have things become more interesting or make more sense. Even though I’m writing advice that I would give to other people, I’m finding it quite tricky to do so in such a manner that I don’t come across as being dull, preachy, or some combination of the two (pull? dreachy?).
Ah, the satisfaction of closing out a story arc! I think this one has been a fairly decent one, and there’s definitely a benefit to writing the whole script out in advance of illustrating the comic. There’s always things to improve on, though! Hope you’ve enjoyed this arc, and are looking forward to the next one!
Anyways, on Saturday night I went with a couple of friends to (FINALLY) go see Wreck-It-Ralph, Pixar’s (or Disney’s, whatever it is they’re actually called now) newest film. All I have to say is; GO SEE IT! GO SEE IT NOW!
Now, I’ve written about food before, and I’m sure that in my previous writing on the subject I’ve probably given the (very accurate) impression that I friggin love making and consuming tasty food. I’m fortunate enough to be blessed with friends and family who are of the same opinion and motive.
Last weekend, I made a little trip back up to Glasgow, and stopped in to cook dinner with a couple of friends as an alternative to a night out. One friend took it upon himself to make a timelapse video of us making the food, which turned out pretty awesomely and I might link to if the others give their permission to do so. While the camera was positioned fairly far away, we discussed it and came to the conclusion that it would be quite good to produce more timelapses of us preparing more meals.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of… Well, pepsi max for me, as I can’t really handle my drink.
Just a quick update today, as I’m a bit knackered, but hopefully should resolve that within a week or so!
Toodlepip!
M.
By now, I’m reasonably sure that ragging on reality TV is old-hat, and people are well aware of its shortcomings. The fact of the matter remains, however, that reality TV is still insanely popular and fills a rather large proportion of the broadcast schedule. I am, of course, talking about the seamier side of reality TV; Documentaries, informational programmes and the like are of course exempt.
No, I’m talking about the Jersey Shores, the Geordie Shores (which I genuinely thought was a parody at first), I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, some show I couldn’t be bothered learning the name of where everyone is an asshole but dressed in medieval costumes (seriously, the show exists, I think it’s called My Little Princess or something).
Allow me to elaborate a little on the history of this page. Originally, Fliss and Carlita were supposed to be depicted in this scene as having sex, and Shanna was to interrupt this. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’m not squeamish, and I really don’t have a problem depicting my characters in that kind of setting. But as I thought about it, I realised that while I COULD have illustrated that scene, all in all there was no real purpose to it. Who, really, would I be doing that for? For myself? As fanservice? Did it even provide any form of development or was it simple, base titillation?
As part of my ongoing attempts to improve my writing and general creative ability, I went to my first session of a local writers’ group this week. Well, self-improvement and the fact that it’s very easy to get a little stir-crazy being cooped up in the flat at all hours outside of work. It’s great to be involved with a group of other creative people again, since the Comics Collective’s drink and draw dissolved.
I don’t mind admitting I felt a touch out of place, seeing as the others reading their work out that night had material that explored history, the depths of human relationships, the life of Shakespeare. What’d I bring? A graphic novel script-in-progress about mages. Fighting a fae automaton. While posing as social healthcare workers.
Aloha everybody! We’re nearing the end of the Dreamland Story Arc, so I thought I’d give you a little update on the upcoming story arc: Crush Depth!
Unfortunately I’ve not yet finished the actual script for the story, owing to having to deal with work work through lunchtimes when I’d normally be scripting. The detailed plot has been done for a while, though, and I’m about halfway complete on the script itself, so if I dedicate some time to working on it I’ll be able to get it done and reviewed before I start illustrating it!
Like so many others, I used to actively resent Valentines Day. I thought today was going to be like all my other Valentines Days alone (i.e. all of them), but something occurred to me; what good does it do? All bitterness does is bring you down and bring everyone around you down; If you can’t be happy, then at least try and make others or let them be happy. At least that way you leave the world at least as good a place as you found it.
Sure, Valentines Day is over-commercialised, and sure, people should be able to express affection at any other time of the year to each other. But there’s no harm in making a little extra effort on one day, is there? If somebody wants to use Valentine’s Day to give them an excuse to make their lover extra happy, more power to them. If somebody only declares their love for their partner on Valentine’s Day, it’s no business of mine and certainly not for me to ruin with bitterness and crankiness.










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