Spent a very long time drawing that dragon’s scales. The Fox assured me they are perfect but they don’t look perfect to me but anyway they are done and that’s pretty close to perfect from where I sit.
That small king is a real creep so I drew him creeping.
Women, don’t betray your own principles for some guy.
It was August of 2022 when Bonnie Jo Campbell commissioned the View from Whiteheart, Michigan map and sent me the manuscript for The Waters for reference, and November of that year when I sent her the final version, which means I’ve been working on this comic book for approximately 2⅓ years.
All the others took like 2–4 months.
I’ve still got some tweaks here and there plus the 4 color pages for the covers, but today I finally finished the last page of the body of the work. And good timing, too. In 12 days I have to lay out The Pencil Eaters Volume 2 so it can get to the printers in time for the release party May 13.
But until then, I’ll focus on getting this book to the printer and uploading the pages as they’re finalized.
it’s very different from any of the other books. It’s shaped like a comic book but it reads like a hand written and illuminated fairy tale manuscript, for reasons that I think will be obvious to anyone who’s read it. It’s a very inspirational book, and it inspired me in refreshing and magical ways. I expect the people who liked the other ones will like this one, plus it can be enjoyed on its own without any reference to the source material.
This is an unfinished detail from the inside front cover/table of contents: “The Spirit of the Waters.”
In hindsight, I notice the alien quality of some percentage of this project.
My head is pretty much swimming from working to finish this comic book. There were sixteen pages for the Mothers, Tell Your Daughters project, plus the original Susanna comic, plus a front and back cover for the book, which leaves one blank page. Wednesday at the latest, though, I should be through. And I might have to take a break from the Wacom tablet for a while, just to ensure my hand doesn’t fall off.
Maybe I could have gotten more done today, but the Fox randomly showed up before I had even gotten out of bed, and we ended up on a magical journey that included being comped into the roller rink and visiting the Misseses Kitties, who have both been sick. That’s probably good, though. Any more work in one day and my hand might have really fallen off.
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