Inktober 2017 Week 3

Inktober week 3. Not a lot this week because of some branding work that took up more time than expected. I’ll be posting the results of that some time mid-November. For now, enjoy my little inklings.

Glowing Feather

Falling Light – This drawing raises two important questions in my mind. First, “where does this mental image come from?” Probably Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. I will finish that manga one day, but it will probably take some diagrams and a great many wiki trips. The second question that comes to mind is “why do I hate myself?”. Pro tip – do not try to stipple shade with a ballpoint pen. Turns out the ball in the point of said pen actually needs to roll to dispense ink, which is not something you do in stipple/dot shading. It turned into a lot of little hash marks instead and I guess I like how it turned out but man am I glad I didn’t do this on a larger sheet of paper. Read the rest of this entry

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Inktober 2017 Week 2

More of my sorta Inktober drawings. Still not doing quite daily drawings, and not really following the prompts, but I experimented a bit more with ink techniques this week.

What's This

What’s This? – This is one of those drawings that is a cute idea in my mind but may be creepy and unsettling to the outside viewer. I promise it’s a friendly, curious bird-man-skeleton-thing. Read the rest of this entry

Inktober 2017 Week 1

Decided to sort of do Inktober this year. And by “sort of” I mean I made an effort to do more ink drawings this October, but not quite daily due to work and prep for NaNoWriMo (which I will be doing daily writing for). Also using some color here and there because I like to.

Here are some drawings I did during week one:

Customer Doodle 2

Drawing a customer from work who was wearing a neat outfit. Read the rest of this entry

Ian Shorts 1 & 2

Hiya folks! So here’s a little character concept I’ve had bumping around in my head for a while – a magic user who works at a hospital as a curer of magic-related maladies.

Still working out all the details, (for instance whether he’s a doctor or nurse and what kind and whether he actually swears in German or not) but here’s what I have so far: his story takes place in a world where magic is common knowledge, but not everyone has it. Artifacts and charmed items abound, and misuse/malfunction of spells is a common problem. Thus, the Magical Afflictions Specialists – hospital staff specifically trained to deal with magic-related medical mishaps.

Probably doing a long-form story or novel at some point, but for now just writing little vignettes/short stories. Here are the first two: “Cursed Keys” and “Barking Mad”.

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Wanderer, Wanderer (lyric variant)

A slight variation of Wanderer, Wanderer. Hoping to turn it into a song soon, possibly in a collab with a friend.

Wanderer, Wanderer

Wanderer, wanderer, where do you sleep?
On the lonely road, do you rest your feet?
Lay your weary head in caverns deep?
Or tallest tower of dusty keep?

Wanderer, wanderer, how far have you come?
From over the hills of the setting sun?
On how many roads have your worn boots run?
In what distant land will your journey’s end come?

Oh wanderer, wanderer, where are you going?
To greenest fields where seeds they are sowing?
To driest canyons that sing with wind’s blowing?
Or to distant mountains, where always it’s snowing?

My wanderer, wanderer, you’ve come to journey’s end.
Rest your tired feet and let them mend.
The name of wanderer, to someone else lend.
For wander no more, you have found me, my friend.

Dissolution Review

Review for Dissolution by Lee S. Hawke
Disclaimer: I was given a free copy of the book for a fair and balanced review.

The short version: Inventive and interesting dystopian setting, good story. Description sometimes a bit confusing, but plot makes up for it. Payoff is surprisingly thought provoking. And sweet glory hallelujah it’s a YA novel without a love triangle. You should read it just for that.

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Wanderer, Wanderer

Wanderer, Wanderer

Wanderer, wanderer, where do you sleep?
On the lonely road, do you rest your feet?
Do you lay your weary head in caverns deep?
Or in the tallest tower of an abandoned keep?

Wanderer, wanderer, how far have you come?
From over the hills of the setting sun?
On how many roads have your worn boots run?
On what shores of distant land will your journey’s end come?

Oh wanderer, wanderer, where are you going?
To the greenest fields where seeds they are sowing?
To the driest canyons that sing with wind’s blowing?
Or to the distant mountains, where always it’s snowing?

My wanderer, wanderer, you’ve come to journey’s end.
Rest your tired feet and let them mend.
The name of wanderer, to someone else lend.
For wander no more, you have found me, my friend.

Housekeeping

Doing a bit of housekeeping on the site. Added some new poems already, hopefully a couple more tomorrow. There should be some short bits of prose soon as well.

I’ve decided to dedicate this blog wholly to my art and writing, and have thus deleted reblog posts. If you want a stream of articles, fandom-related rambling, and other non-work-related stuff, you can check out my tumblr. I will also have a tumblr that mirrors this site and has some smaller stories and doodles, which can be found here (still under construction).

This site is likely going to see some visual changes as I spruce it up. If nothing else, I need to fix the banner so the bird doesn’t randomly show up in different places.

The Storm

This poem I eventually hope to do as a song. Written while abroad in Spain, during a particularly heavy downpour. Alternate title is “Mother Nature”

The Storm

The walls, they ring,
And the windows are clattering.
Outside in the storm,
The heavens are shattering.

The thunder rolls on,
It’s pounding the sky.
It rattles our bones,
To remind us we’re alive.

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War Stories

Had a story concept involving a band but I didn’t end up liking it much. I did however save one of the songs that they would have sung. So mentally read this with a Paramore-style rock sound and female singer.

War stories

War stories,
Your old glories,
They look so perfect in your mind

It’s so much brighter,
You’re a better fighter,
When it’s viewed through the mists of time.

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