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Knowing when to quit

Wow, haven’t posted here in ages. I guess I just haven’t had much to say. This has been a strange, strange year. I would like to say that it flew by but that just isn’t the case. I’m tired, more tired than I should be. It’s getting better. The older you get the more it seems to be a struggle to have a rock solid sleep schedule.

Exhaustion was met with complete and utter disappointment earlier in this month. I’m not exactly a patriot or anything like that but I find myself for the first time being genuinely embarrassed. I’ll write about it someday, maybe, but this election managed to strip away any respect I had for the Presidency. I don’t know if it’ll ever be repaired.

That’s incredibly melodramatic sounding now that I look back on it. But just try your best to read it without that implication. Regardless, my point is that I’ve been trying to relax this year. Have a pretty easy going outlook on life and 2016 has done its absolute best to be the worst year in recent memory.

So here we are, nearly at the end of November and I’m woefully behind on NaNoWriMo. You might think, given the headline, that my plan is to just say screw it. The reality for me is a bit more nuanced. Okay, it probably isn’t nuanced, but give me this.

I think I’m done with the internet for a bit. I’ve found this month especially that chatrooms have been more heated than I’d like and for the most part I’m just tired. I’m 30 years old now, I do not have the time to argue with random people. I barely have the time to argue with people I know (which conveniently basically never happens).

I’m still going to troll Twitter and be ruthlessly positive to all the wonderful artists I’ve found. And I’m going to update this blasted website with the drawings I finished in October. Finally I am going to finish NaNoWriMo. Or at least get damn close. And I suppose I’ll remember that in 4 years from now I probably shouldn’t try to write a novel in November.

Now to finish a wonderful episode of Brooklyn 99 and work on prioritizing the rest of my month.

By | 2016-11-17T23:03:16+00:00 November 17th, 2016|Journal|Comments Off on Knowing when to quit

Inktober #3 | Sargeras Tomb Gargoyle

Holy shit. Well, I finished something. You might not notice it if you aren’t staring at the building but the front of the Tomb of Sargeras has a devilish looking smiling face on it. Naturally I took form that some of the surrounding structures and made this image from it. I’m playing around with some difference brush and layer types here. It’s still very light on details but you can kinda make out some depth in areas? I’m still really new to drawing but I feel pretty good about a lot of this. Tablet drawing is really another world…feels really good.

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By | 2016-10-03T23:59:58+00:00 October 3rd, 2016|Journal|Comments Off on Inktober #3 | Sargeras Tomb Gargoyle

Inktober #2 | Sheilun, Staff of the Mists

Yesterday I spent a long time coloring in my drawing and Liz did her’s as a lineart. Today she spent a long time coloring her drawing and I did mine as a lineart. I’ve noticed that the longer an object is and the less of it I see at any given time the more trouble I have keeping things aligned. You’ll notice the staff is kind of jacked up, clearly I spent too much on it. I found the tools that help make lines a bit smoother which is exciting. I still have no idea how to color or shade well, so I didn’t try. But perhaps soon I’ll give it a go again. We are now at 2 of 31! I think I’ll be able to manage this. Fairly exciting.

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By | 2016-10-02T22:36:24+00:00 October 2nd, 2016|Journal|Comments Off on Inktober #2 | Sheilun, Staff of the Mists

Inktober #1 | Felo’melorn

I’m participating in Inktober this year. I’ve never done it before. I also haven’t been drawing in any serious capacity in a decade, possibly two. This is not something I’m saying to excuse the quality of the drawing. I don’t even think it needs to be excused. It’s more of a reminder to myself that I literally know nothing about this sort of thing. Shading, lighting, textures, all the bells and whistles of art are mysteries to me. I’m thinking this little adventure over October will be a chance for me to learn these things. Plus, drawing each day means that I’ll have something to talk about on the website.

The sword below is my attempt to draw the Felo’melorn, an Artifact weapon for Mages in World of Warcraft. The next thing I draw will probably not be colored…I feel like I could have done a much better job just outlining this bastard. That’s fine though, everyday is a new day to learn and improve.

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By | 2016-10-01T20:06:53+00:00 October 1st, 2016|Journal|Comments Off on Inktober #1 | Felo’melorn

Moves and Memories

It’s been a while. Moving, while not yet technically complete, was quite a drain on my energy. It’s an interesting thing to realize just how much stuff you own. The revelation of this was definitely different for Liz and I.

For her it was a moment to reflect and start purging like terrible action thrillers of years past. But for me it was just a state of life.

We collect as we go along in life. Many things getting very few uses. But occasionally we glance at them somewhere along the way and feel a moment of nostalgia. Well I suppose I mean the “royal” we. Which…that’s me right? Hold on, I need to google this.

Ah right, cool. It’s close enough. I’m still likely to get rid of a lot of stuff in the next few years but I’m not sure where I’ll draw the line. If I start on a fast of “if I don’t actively use it I shouldn’t collect it” I do think I’ll basically stop doing everything.

Sounds extreme but almost nothing has lasting stay with me. I suppose I’d continue to collect video games but otherwise my focus would become very precise.

Is that better? I don’t know. I get concerned from time to time about specialization. I worry that I will eventually slip into adulthood and suddenly stop thinking. I’ve seen what adulthood does to people and it is terrifying.

The cats have adjusted almost instantly which is a blessing. Whenever they are stressed it ends up concentrating in my gut and ruining me.

At this point I really can’t see the next few years being too bad. Now if only I could stop thinking about aging in general, that would be handy.

By | 2016-09-29T15:48:03+00:00 September 29th, 2016|Journal|Comments Off on Moves and Memories