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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….



Well, sorta. Not really. My graphics card blew up, which meant that there was that and a hard drive to be replaced. I am currently fighting with my Wacom tablet drivers to see if it will behave long enough for me to get some art done. Also, I’ve been writing. WRITING I SAY! 17k words in. 60 some odd thousand to go. /falls over


When I have something real to post, I shall return! /flies off, cape gets caught on the railing.


Dang. 😦

They say

They say blog about things you’re interested in. Things you like. Don’t just push a book, or talk about writing TO writers. Pull in your audience.

I look at what goes through my head on a daily basis and go. “HAH! Sure…”

I spend a good deal of my time in prayer. Or singing to myself. Or trying to figure out the labyrinthine maze that comes of our doctors’ ways of dictation. They use Dragon. I don’t make know if that makes things better or worse. And then, in bits and pieces here and there, I try and pull together my book.

Honestly, I’m not much interested in putting a whole lot up about it right now. I’m still getting the characters lined out. I’ve spent the past week doing short (1k or so) stories to build the world and to build the characters. Gives me much more of a feel for them as people, instead of a list of traits. I have one left before I think I can really start the story itself. I will probably put these out in a newsletter once I start it. Maybe one or two will go up on a section of the site.

As for the rest…I don’t ever plan to keep quiet about my faith, but neither am  I interested in starting a war or an argument with anyone. It’s that whole “Catch more flies with honey than vinegar” bit. I speak from experience: Having someone trying to drag you over to their side of the fence, kicking and screaming, is not fun. I can disagree with alot of people without starting a screaming fight with them. Just so long as people give me the same consideration, I’d rather dangle a jar of honey just out of reach.

*thinks on the content of the book*

Yeaaah, this is gonna be interesting all right.

So having gotten that little verbal musing out of the way, I’m going to see if I can’t get some art done. Maybe I’ll have something to show people here in a little.

Later all!

Because Flaming Guitars

I got distracted. SOOOO distracted. Ursual V. that lovely, lovely woman, said it best. WordPress won’t let me do that happy “Press This” from her LJ account so I give you a quote. And a link to PEAK METAL

We have attained Peak Metal. There is no more metal left in the universe.

Nordic death metal bands are feeling a strange urge to go home and write folk music for acoustic guitar.

Stops were pulled out, and then new stops invented for the express purpose of pulling.

Also, I think the character designers may have eaten Brom’s brain. Someone should probably check on him.

So yeah. There was going to be a real post. I was even going to give you all another sketch. Instead I need to get back to editing. So I give you an image of the Doof Warrior, scraped off the internets and obviously NOT mine. Enjoy 🙂


Zoom zoom!!!

Doing this ahead of time because I think that by the time Friday rolls around, I will have one goal: Sleeeeeeeep.

Yes. I plan to sleep. But not to sleep in and have a lazy weekend. Oh no. I get to get up at the buttcrack of dawn, pile into the truck (it had BETTER be the truck) and proceed to spend the next nine hours driving all the way across one state and into another.

Mall of America, here we come. With a Twins-Red Sox game to top it all off  (all I can say is that if the hot dogs don’t live up to the hype, that will be the whole trip. Ruined. Right there).

So, to save myself the trouble of thinking of anything but packing and what horribly essential thing (deoderant much?) I’ll probably be forgetting, I make this post now. In the past. For the future.

There’s a Delorean joke in there, if only I can find it….


Have a gesture drawing folks! (The one on the top corner is supposed to be a view from above)



Where Did My Afternoon Go?

I had PLANS people.  Real plans. Productive plans. Plans that were going to happen and I was going to get things done and I would feel proud of myself.

And instead, I am reminded of why I have become so picky about what I read.

I didn’t mean it. Totally didn’t. I got it through Bookbub, those horrible enabling people, and figured I’d just read a couple pages. Usually, with that sort of book, I can tell if I’m going to be able to handle it or if I might as well give up now. Man. How dumb was I?

Now here I am, having paid for the SECOND in the series, resisting picking it up, and praying I can at least finish this blog post before my phone and the siren call of Kindle drag me away from the computer. Dangit anyways. There went an hours last night, most of my morning, every minute I could steal during work, and a good bit of my afternoon as well.

Congratulations Selena Laurence, you have ruined my day. In the best way 🙂  While I don’t know that I would have gone with the same editing style, and I might have chosen some different words, the story caught me hook, line, and sinker, and never let go. Even if I did skim over the raunchy parts (I appreciate a good story much more than I do oodles of sex. A hardcore erotica reader I will never be :).


And now, on to real things! The current story I am working on is about to be set on the back burner. I had a rhythm the summer I wrote The Monster and I need to get it back. But part of that is editing and posting as I go, stopping every few chapters to refresh my brain as to what happened before so I don’t lose track of where I need to go. Now, with the last chapter of Sequel 1 to post and the last two or three chapters of the Holiday Story to get up, along with a couple of stand alones in there, I need to get those edited and out so I can reclaim my groove. Good news, I’m about twelve chapters into the Monster Baby. Bad news, I need to not lose my notes and edit the others. Fast. Gah. I don’t mind picking out issues. And I don’t mind reliving the story. I DO mind trying to coordinate all those red comments I made on paper and find them on a computer screen so I can get the crap done that needs done. Booooo on computer reading. YAY for Find and Replace!


Anyways, that’s all for now. I have made my post for the beginning of the week. Whoo!



Nothing really productive this morning. Husband person got off of nights and onto days, a thing that’s guaranteed to screw up my little mini-routine for a while. Not that I mind. Movies are more fun to watch with him, etc. He seems to be trying to get his paladin up past my warrior in WoW. Not that I care.

And I’ve been trying to get more posts together so I’m not just doing this off the cuff. Hopefully I can make a dent in some of them tonight and get some drawing done.


Whaddya say?

(Here, have a quick sketch)


Children avert your eyes!

This post here. It makes this place NSFW. Not really on a regular basis, but it will definitely happen again. Why?

Because pulling punches and shying away from reality doesn’t make a story better. Safer maybe. Something that fits into someone’s idea of acceptable, but not always better. Not to say that extra violence,language,etc is going to make a story BETTER either. But to me the idea of pulling my punches on purpose, just to make it less offensive to some, isn’t going to serve the story very well.  I’m writing about the end of a world and the invasion of another. There is war, heartache, death, betrayal, the whole nine yards.  And in order to make my point it’s going to take blood, guts, and the other nine yards to pull it off.

Do I want to write something like Game of Thrones (which is well written yes, but I find the subject matter to be abhorrent as a general rule and the casual disregard for any sort of morality means I haven’t even finished the first book. They killed Ned for Pete’s sake, and he wasn’t saint but he wasn’t the demon half the other characters seem to be either). Neither will it fit in the Christian book genre, although that’s something I don’t plan to shy away from either. But there’s a reason that I don’t read Christian books and it’s because I’m never quite convinced there’s ENOUGH conflict.More often than not they  feel dumbed down (Except Voice in the Wind. Not that set!)

So, somewhere in the middle will sit my baby, who has no name. And because of this, I’m going to show you the following character sketch. Enjoy!

Sacrifice for power

The Blank Space….



Oh the horror!

It’s that white, blank, empty, awful place where I try to put the things I’ve got stuck in my mind. But the images and words don’t want to come. They cling like barnacles in all those little crevices of my brain and refuse to come out. Like children. Like girls who won’t go to the bathroom without company.

Waitaminutehere…I’m a girl.


Anyways. It’s taunting me. I can hash and rehash what I want to say in my head, but it won’t make it come out on paper. Or the screen. Or whatever. I live in terror of this big blank space.

So here’s my word vomit. Here’s the rough and tumble. No thought, no planning. Get it out before the little weasel realizes what’s coming and takes root in my brain. Because you can scrape a hull free of barnacles, but it hurts so much worse to do it to your brain.

Not as smooth you see.

That’s what a first draft is like. Word vomit. It’s icky and bad and not at all cohesive (in some spots). But, to change allegories, there are gems and gold and all sorts of other great things in the dross. And as a writer or artist, it’s my job to find those and refine them. And as an audience, it’s your job to decide to like them or not, approve of me or not. Because while I’m writing what I want to write, and drawing what I want to draw, unless someone eventually sees some worth to it, it’s not going to find a real audience. And that’s one of the scary things. A person can be an aspiring writer. A person can even call themselves a writer, but unless they follow through and WRITE the thing, they don’t really have much to show for it.

Oh that is so me. For the past ten years or so.

All because I’ve been scared.

How bout you?


Ahhhh Batman. I love you so. No superpowers, no immunity from the world. Your body’s shot and you’re in money troubles. Gotta love it 🙂

By far my favorite comic book hero (Wolverine coming second), I knew about Batman before I knew about comics. Nobody named Robin can escape after all. I was the butt of many a joke  growing up. And while I usually stuck to Marvel comics in the collecting phase of my life, I have a special place in my heart for the Dark Knight. And therefore, a passing familiarity with his lore. I just never could keep with all the different books and reboots and all that. But I looked at those bridges blowing up in the previews and went “Hey! Long Halloween!” See. I know some things :p

My husband will probably grumble and gripe and moan about this movie for the next ten years or so. In between the moans about how they ended the story, how he wants to see the Riddler, etc, he’s going to be doing Joke impressions and getting poked in the ribs.

I told him last night that no, I didn’t know how he got the scars, but if he didn’t shut up, I knew how he was going to get the next ones.

Anyways! On the the movie. Or more accurately, how I saw the movie. I’m going to do it with as few spoilers as possible. Which makes me look like this:



Only not as sexy and skinny. But not posting spoilers does kinda tie my hands. I can’t, for instance tell you about…well you know. 😉

I can go on and on about why I love this movie, and the current incarnation of Batman. And I promise you it has less to do with shirtless man candy than you may think (that’s “Thor” BTW). No, its the storytelling. The lack of plot holes big enough for Dorothy’s house to fit through *cough*Hunger Games*cough*. Its the constant wonder of what will come next. Even though I pretty much had it figured. Batman would be Batman if he wasn’t willing to do what he did. Its more the seeing how they’d bring a certain event about to where I knew they had to go. The little things like the lack of music during the first fight with Bane. The nagging itch (mainly because I wasn’t thinking of the lore) that something was just OFF about Raz Ah Ghul’s child.

And hey, did anyone else peg to the football team’s color scheme. I had myself a nice little snicker fit at that.  And then I looked closer at the uniforms today and really laughed. Rogues. Rogues gallery. Not that Wayne had one in this set of movies, not the mini-museum and all. But still!

The husband person made a comment about one of my gripes though. I wad saying that the whole secret identity thing pretty much got shot to pieces. Most everyone knew who he was by the end of the movie. He said “Yeah, but that wasn’t really the point now was it.” And he’s right. They weren’t about the identity, the Batman. They were about Wayne’s coming to terms with himself and with his life. From his anger over the death of his parents to his prominence as Gotham’s antihero and his willingness in the second movie to sacrifice his identity to save the city to the third, where everything went wrong and he ended up almost right back where he started. The defining moment of the whole thing for me wasn’t the end and his solution to the threat to the city, but when he was on the steps, fighting Bane in FULL DAYLIGHT.

Up till that point he’d stayed in darkness and shadow. In that scene the two roles he played were as close to unified as they were ever gonna get.

That’s all well and good you may say, but what does it have to do with this blog? Well; aside from how much Batman rocks, its the sort of thing I want to pull off in my writing. Nothing wasted, little digs or outtakes to this or that, pulling material from what came before and not having it be hugely obvious when I first mention the thing or event or whatever. I want to weave story lines like Nolan did, or Joss Whedon. I don’t know if its just me or its the same for everyone but I notice more subtly in movies than I do in a lot of books. I think its the visual element, like the football uniforms or the daylight. In a book you have to TELL the reader what they’re seeing and make an effort to point out what you want them to see. There are some pretty obvious ways to do the same in movies, but it seems easier to just pop something in there. Like Cptn. America’s shield in the first Iron Man or any number of other little things I cant think of because at the moment I’m still pretty hung up on those football uniforms. ;p


For the record, none of these pics are mine, I can’t remember where I found them. Need to get better about that.

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