I’ve got to get that EllieCoral.com domain updated, damn it all. At least with something advertising the current novel in progress. Here’s an idea for a promo image.
This is the last TIJ page I’ll ink in Photoshop because FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
I mean, I’m tired of constantly pressing Ctrl+Z to undo every wobbly line. Manga Studio automatically corrects it. I actually save more time inking in Manga Studio than I do in Photoshop. But, really, Photoshop is better for coloring.
Yep. Back to the old progress.
This chapter isn’t going to be done before the end of this month. Not even drawing everything in plain black and white will speed up the process.
Oh, well. There’s a pocket hippo for you to enjoy.
Crappy day at work. Really crappy day. Took me a while to get motivated to work on this page. It’s a retelling of chapter whatever of the original comic. All I remember is that I called it “This is training.” Same name this time around, too.
This chapter might take more than a month, depending on how many pages I can get done in a day. I might end up doing more This Is Crappy strips.
Taking a month-long break from This Is Johnny while I try to kick NaNoWriMo’s ass this year. The novel in question is Plainsoul, which has been nearly ten years in the making/procrastinating.
I’ve only drawn one picture of Elspeth in all those years. I’m trying for a more… realistic… style this time. This is a closeup of the rough sketch I’m now attempting in Photoshop.
Gads, I need to practice drawing noses.
“Nobody’s looking. It’s plant molesting time.”
New comic will be uploaded within a half hour.
Darius is going to leave Karis by herself for the first time. She’s 12, and she’s been insisting that she be treated more like a grown-up. Darius, however, is a bit nervous, but he hides it pretty well.
I finished this one last week, but I’ve been busy with other things. Such as my new job.
Yep. Got off my duff and got me some hard, honest work. Inventory management for a major retailer, if you’re wondering. Best part of the job is that I have minimal contact with customers. I’m getting more exercise than I did when I tried to enlist in the Navy. (Those people never did call me back. That’s the government for you.)
My husband starts orientation for his new job this week. Combined, we’ll be making about as much as he did at his old job, give or take 10 cents each paycheck.
Feels great to be back on track.
The black figures are Burton and Darius. The lady on the left is an extra. The hyena is Lloyd Prempton, vice president of Stincorp. You will come to hate him as much as I do.
My husband was fired from his government contractor job today.
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We were looking forward to the warehouse getting his contract. It meant more money; he’d be called a Warehouse Specialist instead of a Materials Handler. It meant going from ~$10 an hour to $15.55. It meant paying off the bills and finally moving out of his parents’ house.
The future was starting to look better, and for a while, I actually dared to hope.
But an accident changed all that.
His employers claim that he MAY HAVE damaged an aircraft part worth $300K. According to his employer, he was also guilty of “gross negligence of storage procedure”. Certain crates, especially those that are large and can’t fit in the warehouse, are sometimes stored outdoors… no matter what kind of weather.
On top of that, the part was labeled with a certain code to designate it as a damaged part. The part was ALREADY damaged to begin with.
To rub salt in the wound, a similar incident happened a few years back… but with a part that was worth almost $3 MILLION. And that guy got to keep his job.
My husband, who may or may not have damaged a part worth $300K, lost his.
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Yeah, I know that’s life sometimes. I know it’s unfair. And I know that the government can do some messed up things that ends up hurting people—I’ve known that for years. It doesn’t mean that I have to like it.
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