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Glorious color

I’ve been going through my scans, looking for images I can add color to. Mainly because I want to streamline this color process. I’ve resigned myself to a style with slightly messy lines and not a lot of clean up of the understructure pre-scanning. It takes the life out of things and smudges them horribly. But I also want to play with shading and color. And be able to set something out there and call it ‘finished’. No, not polished glory, but glorious nonetheless.

Am also discovering that if I don’t section out the image right away in layers, i will spend more time finnicking and fiddling to correct it than if I’d just gotten my head straight to begin with.


So here’s a test image of Delfi and her honkin’ big head dress. Because every fancy lady needs a feather crown at some point in her life, right?delHeadhressDoneHI



The arts


Shez Studies


Syrus Studies from photo ref


She might get clothes later. Maybe. If I’m not too lazy


Mivi’s a little smug.


Delfi’s eyes are horribad


Base heads to play with hair and headresses-Delfi


Base heads to play with hair and headresses-Jossa


Delfi isn’t s sure about that idea. Nope, not sure at all.

They’ve got me….

Expectations vs Mary Sue

So a thing happened. Over on Twitter no less. And now I have a paper to write. Wheee!


The lovely M.C.A Hogarth posts lots of thoughtful things, things that send my brain into overdrive. Things that cannot be answered in 140 characters or less. Heck, they can’t generally be answered in multiple TWEETS of 140 characters. Not with any sense of coherency.

Today’s brainworm was this:




To which I promptly had sixteen different mental responses. And thankfully, my brain-mouth filter was working…somewhat.

This is what slipped through:



See that? She told me to “Dooo eeeet.” I done been told XD

So, the two, maybe three people who just hopped in this roller coaster with me, strap in.  I even did RESEARCH.

I will say this as a bit of a kickoff (it was originally at the very end). Most Mary Sues are not normal. And most people, when they come up with a Mary Sue character, don’t want their alter-ego to be NORMAL. They want someone so far from normal that they’re truly unbelievable. But they do tend to expect to read/watch characters that are outside the norm in believable ways (for the context of the story). And that is where they balk at ‘Normal’ characters.

But before I go into my thoughts on the state of society and its collective views on fictional characters (and by extension, its views on real people). I need to say this: I am a Cynic. I don’t try to stop it. I do try to keep a clapper on my mouth (or tie my fingers together to keep from typing). Nine tenths of the time, my knee jerk response to things is snark. Or skepticism. Or some other socially inappropriate bit of word-vomit.

But I wanted to be sure I was doing this right, diagnosing myself as it were.  Behold, from

1. distrusting or disparaging the motives of others; like or characteristic of a cynic.
2. showing contempt for accepted standards of honesty or morality by one’s actions, especially by actions that exploit the scruples of others.
3. bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
4. (initial capital letter) cynic (def 5).


Number four has me stumped. Is there something I’m missing? Oh well, the top three are good enough for purposes.

Namely to prove that yes, I do know my word meanings! And also, to look at this in the right context.

But before that, let’s look at Mary Sues. I know that I myself learned about them from the fanfic community. Yaaaay fanfic. Innocent minds, do not go there. Especially don’t mark the ‘Yeah, I’m a mature adult box’ when they ask you. And you are a naïve 14 (So sorry mom). I learned THINGS. Not always accurate THINGS either.

I did, however, learn about Mary Sues. And holy crud, did I write plenty of them. (I shall not count, I can’t keep track. And I was a teenager)

Of course, I’ve also heard the term used in reference to non-fictiony things lately. So I wanted to be sure of what I was typing. It helped that the Lady Jaguar graced us with a tale of her first Mary Sue later on in her tweets.




Oh good. Same page. I assume. But just for kicks and giggles, let’s dive into this Mary Sue thing.

From, in screencap because I can’t highlight.



After which follows a truly impressive listing of the varied elements of a Mary Sue. If you would like, you can go read it, because they put a great deal of work into the site and I don’t want to just lift the whole thing into this post.  😉, that wonderful rabbit hole of time-wastery, had this to say about Mary Sues as a category:

Mary Sue is a derogatory term primarily used in Fan Fic circles to describe a particular type of character. This much everyone can agree on. What that character type is, exactly, differs wildly from circle to circle, and often from person to person.

Ah. Room for wobbling around the definition. Interesting. They also have much to say, especially regarding the history of this character phenomenon:


The name “Mary Sue” comes from the 1974 Star Trek fanfic A Trekkie’s Tale. Originally written as a parody of the standard Self-Insert Fic of the time (as opposed to any particular traits), the name was quickly adopted by the Star Trek fanfiction community.


Again. Much to read. If you go, bring cookies so you can Hansel and Gretel your way out of the website again. That place will eat you alive (Not really kidding here).

And finally, that paragon of knowledge, perfect repository of-wait. The sarcasm is showing *Cough*


Wikipedia *bows*

A Mary Sue for female characters, and Gary Stu, Marty Stu or Larry Stu for male characters, is an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character, a young or low-rank person who saves the day through unrealistic abilities. Often this character is recognized as an author insert or wish-fulfillment.


Note that last. WISH. FULFILLMENT.

But let’s look a little closer at cynicism. Definitions again please:

1. distrusting or disparaging the motives of others; like or characteristic of a cynic.
2. showing contempt for accepted standards of honesty or morality by one’s actions, especially by actions that exploit the scruples of others.
3. bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic


Yup, I’m definitely a cynic. At least by the standards of Number 1. Number two makes me sad inside and just about spawned a whole other post in and of itself. Which means I should probably leave it right there.

And Number Three? Wow. They really went from mild to extra spicy with this list of definitions.  And, arguably, I think that may be the attitude most bring to bear on Mary Sues. Especially when they come in the flavor of “uber-awesome-cardboard-cut-out.”

Fiction in its many forms has taught us that everyone has an agenda, everyone must have some flaw, and that even the nice lady down the hall is more than a nice lady. And if the character ISN’T there to hide a secret, be a red herring, or otherwise be hiding under that nice, normal mask; then they’re useless schmucks who are exist to be laughed at the audience/readers and even the other characters in the story.

Remember Hawkeye in Age of Ultron? They gave him a family and EVERY PERSON in the theaters expected a horde of metal men to come out of the sky and blast that house to bits. And when it DIDN’T happen, the judgment hammer fell hard (except I was really happy his family got to live. I would have been mad if my expectations had been met)

Part of this is because of the mental budgeting of attention. Readers, and especially movie goers and those who watch a lot of scripted T.V. have been trained (again), to see a minor character in the beginning of a story (especially a mystery), and know that they have a bigger part to play later on. And that part usually doesn’t involve sitting down for coffee and cake and having a nice chat with the neighbor. (I’m grasping at straws here. What DO normal people do? I had not a normal upbringing. I know not these things!)

More definitions time!


Full Definition of normal
2 a :  according with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle b :  conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern
4 a :  of, relating to, or characterized by average intelligence or development b :  free from mental disorder :  sane
7 :  relating to, involving, or being a normal curve or normal distribution <normal approximation to the binomial distribution>

Thank you, Merriam-Webster (I have deleted a few of these because they are math/science related and HURT my brain)

 Probably should have put that up earlier, but we’re going off the cuff. And we also come around to one of the initial thoughts I had when I first saw our gracious lady’s tweet.

The hell is normal, anyways? In high school, it was one thing (and so many people never moved past high school mentality). In one culture it’s one thing. In another culture, something entirely different. Heck, from region to region in a given country, it can sway wildly. Normal in Alaska is different than normal in North Dakota. Which is COMPLETELY different than any sort of normal in an urban area (Grocery stores folks. How people do their food/household shopping in different population densities FLOORS me)

And that, I think, is part of where the judging of fictional characters comes from. I see a fictional family where the dad goes to work in a button down shirt or suit, gets ties for Father’s Day, and plays catch in the backyard and half a sudden case of “Oh, reeeeally.” Note that I didn’t mention any character traits. Just actions. Because that dad could have an intense interest in the search for alien activity. He could be obsessed with the number of squirrels running around that very backyard. He could–yeah. I’ll stop now 😉

My point is, normal is a surface construct, an ideal that doesn’t really exist in the same way for every person. I grew up moving all over the country. Neither my brother or I ever played catch in the backyard (Too many trees for one, bears, moose, and mosquitos for another). We both homeschooled through highschool. I have NEVER undergone the college campus experience (My introvert self would have had a meltdown sharing space with so many people. I lived OFF campus, thank you).

As a matter of fact, let me show you an example of regional normal. My first semester of college was in Fairbanks, Alaska. A number of students lived off campus as a matter of course. The paper was FULL of adds for off campus student housing. You know how they sold these places? The great wonderful thing about this or that place? Electricity, heat, water.  Most of them were cabins. Most had electricity. Some were too small for an actual heating system, so the occupant got a space heater. And the campus itself had a set of showers for off campus students to use, because most of them did not have running water.

Now, contrast that with the typical movie showing the typical college experience of a freshman. Different huh?

But now I’ve run down a rabbit trail and I need to get back on course. Because the next thought I had when read the tweet was: Everyone’s got some sort of pain. They CAN’T be perfect and normal. People just AREN’T

I think my pessimism is showing. 😉 But let me break this down a little bit.

People hurt. We’ve all gone through or are going through something. Sometimes we shrug it off. Sometimes, we stand out in the rain and scream at the sky.

Sometimes it feels like life is disintegrating completely.

I know we’re talking about characters here, but characters are people. Distilled people, but there’s still a basis in reality.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that my pain may feel like it’s tearing me apart, but to someone else it’s just a little tickle. And what to me looks like someone making a mountain out of a molehill, to them it might actually be like trying to climb Everest. While carrying another mountain.

Judging other people (and characters), and holding them to YOUR standard of normal, expecting your own level of pain, cynicism, etc. to hold true for them is common. But it’s doing them a disservice. And it does the fictional characters a disservice too. Maybe a character starts out normal and devolves. Maybe the character is trying to claw their way BACK to normal. Maybe they’re just trying to STAY normal as their life/world/whatever falls to pieces around them. But disparaging normal characters as fanciful constructs and unrealistic imaginings will blind the reader to the possibilities of what a normal character can do. And to their worth.

Yes, there’s a crap-ton of horrible fiction out there in all mediums. Stories where the author CLEARLY wanted a walking, talking Fix-It Button. But you know what, there’s also a crap-ton of GOOD fiction where the author thought long and hard about what their character was like and why. And then, in many cases, they decided that “Normal” was the way to go.

Anyways, those are my thoughts. All many, many words of them *wilt*


As a last little tidbit, here’s the Mary Sue Litmus Test over at I ran Syrus, Jossa and Delfi through it. I am proud to say, they are NOT Mary Sues. Wheeee!

Also, essay done. I shall go ice my hands now *Crawls off*


I’ve been editing like mad lately, trying to get To the Victor reader for my Dev. Editor before I leave for vacation. VACATION I tell you! Hawaii, for two weeks! I plan to take every scrap of time I can manage to kick out a bunch of the second book. And read. On a beach. Reading! On a BEACH!


In my random spare time, when I’m not nursing my aching hands or peering at all the red scribbles I’ve made on my printed draft, I’ve been playing at art. I’ve been arting people.


Here, have a look 🙂 toobigforthis_done


This is J and D. J is of the opinion that D has been too big for lap cuddles since she was nine. That doesn’t stop her from letting D crawl up there though. (I really need to do one with their roles reversed, because D is actually the one who keeps them sane. Who’d a thunk?)




Different brushes. Ignore her hand. It is bad bad bad. But I like how the rest of the pose came out. Mainly working on speed here…


And that’s it. My right hand is screaming, I have instructional videos to watch, and the dogs are begging for attention. Ta!


Well, of 2016 that is.  First post, first art. Soon to be first book published…whoo!  I have approx. forty pages of the first rough edit to go over before I start going in and rewriting things. The first chapter, which was drafted some six months before the rest of the book, needs to be completely redone.  I need someone to throw a punch further in when he didn’t originally, a minor character needs to go off his rocker to prove a point, and I think I need to dig out my index cards to prove continuity. Oh, and I’m about to get a newsletter going soon. Yay me, right? In the meantime, I decided to migrate up to the desktop and do arts! Syrus is refusing to stand still for the cover image, so Jossa and Delfi got to float in nothingness instead. Don’t ask why Del’s hairline is glowing, I had twenty layers in that file and I couldn’t find the one that would make it stop.  Anyways enjoy your new year all!



Jossa and Delfi

Jossa and Delfi

Existence confirmed!

Ok. Maybe not.  Just been doing some drawing tonight.  Wanted to do a starfield and a planet for possible cover ideas, but the screen on this laptop isn’t so hot on the colors. So have a quick sketch instead. As I go back to editing the first draft and attempting to get this thing publishable.


Hey, at least the first draft is done 😉



Arty Thing

So I stuck my head in Valdemar and didn’t escape for two weeks. Writing? Out the door. Art? Mad scribbles in the corners of scrap paper as I tried to get my brain back on track. Dang you Mercedes Lackey. It’s retconned to Hell and gone, there’s almost no consistency, and things that happened in the first twenty percent of the book get rephrased (and retconned!) in the back half. As if I couldn’t remember what I read an hour and a half ago. There are entire sections that are basically women’s lib sermons, and ‘There is no ONE way”, and yet, everyone seems to agree that Heralds are ‘Good’, and murder is somehow bad. I do love Bey though. It would figure that I love a cheerful assassin who just goes around killing people who get in his way while his cousin sits there and waffles about the honor of taking out your enemies before they kill you.

And yet I’m still stuck on this place. Highly entertained with a fistful of salt on hand to remember that it’s as much propaganda about a perfect world as it is about talking horse-things and magic. I wish she’d write the story of how Valdemar was FOUNDED. We all know how it happened, in a general sense. But I want to MEET Baron/King Valdemar. Please?


In other news, I DID get some art done. Iira, Chief Med Tech of the Kuchen Fleet; Edde Branch. I need to get Oona done here too. And then maybe Quinn. *muses* Hmmm.




So I started the first draft of the Darkfic. Whoooo! But that means that my oomph to come up with a real, thoughtful blog post has been diverted into First Draft Land. Plus, typing too much still makes my hands hurt.

So instead, I give you Delfi. I don’t know if the picture is finished, but this is where I’m cutting myself off. Say “Hi!” Delfi 🙂

Say Hi to Delfi (C) R Coots '15

Say Hi to Delfi (C) R Coots ’15

Life. It happens

Not much to say right now. Not been on the net much this past week. County fairs. They suck you in. 🙂 Mom was up for the weekend, so we went to watch cousins show steers, eat fair food, and then went to Medora for the weekend.

THAT is a post in itself. I love Medora 🙂

Anyways, getting back into the writing groove. Was working on some sketches of characters.

Here. Have a staring contest with Syrus.


syrussketchSyrus. He’s a little grumpy.

I Got Nuthin’

Nothing profound that is. Nothing that applies to anything at the moment. Mainly I’ve been editing the last few chapters of my freebies and throwing them up while at the same time trying to do some worldbuilding on the Darkfic. Yeah. Fun title huh? I had to break my brain away from thinking so much about the Empire and go in and work on the Fleet instead. Because, ya know, The Fleet is where the first book takes place. But in order to really know what the Fleet is all about, I have to figure out Empire 2, the one that spawned the fleet. Does the Fleet have contact with the homeworlds? How so? What’s the grand plan?

And on and on and on.

Worst problem so far? What the heck can I do to them that makes them the Fleet, all terrible and nasty, that won’t infect Cyrus or the girls? Something that makes them more than human, can transfer over to my three, but won’t warp them beyond all recognition.

So I finally said to heck with it and decided to work on some art instead. Here. Enjoy 🙂

I did it on my tablet. Pushed it over to my comp, played in Photoshop, and then totally forgot to crop the edges.

At this point, I don’t really care 😉


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