Week Nine, Day Four

this is all I got for today

short story status: you are a guppy

Week Nine, Day Three

Brynhild

tender lumplings

short story status: I have to go write creatively about the colour blue tonight

Week Nine, Day Two

This one was a bit rushed.

short story status: it turns out I had creative writing homework over the weekend. I am a guppy.

Week Nine, Day One

I very much enjoyed making this. This is my protagonist for my NaNo this year, her name is Rene (which is confusing since it's pronounced "reen" because it's short for Cerene but I don't have a clever way of communicating that so I have to explain it in parenthesis. I guess I could just change the spelling. BUT THAT WOULD MEAN THE TERRORISTS WIN). Thusly I have titled this "The Melancholy of St. Rene"

Short Story blah blah blah: whatever

Week Eight

Whatever.

Week Eight, Day Seven

I had a bit of fun with this one today. Originally I had more going on colour wise, but I felt like it was more distracting than anything so I got rid of most of it

short story status: I'll probably post some non-fiction junk I had to do for Creative Writing

Week Eight, Day Six

Big day today so I didn't get much done on this.

Week Eight, Day Five

Week Eight, Day Four

GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Today was a joke. I had something and it was pretty awesome and then Nigel decided to commit suicide. I did not save (if you give me crap for this, I will find you. I will find you. and I will hurt you). Anyway, I tried to recover the colour scheme and whatever else I could remember about it but eventually gave up and despaired

somehow I get the feeling I won't get any better at hitting ctrl+s despite this experience

short story status: it occured to me today as I was brushing my teeth that this creative writing class is killing me. Further, all I want to think about, as far as writing goes, is my NaNo 2012 novel/novel series that I plan on writing over the next three however many years. Moral: my life is a joke because I can't compress ideas and it stresses me out

Week Eight, Day Three

I need to sneeze. ok. I bit my tongue.

oddly he ended up looking a bit like a friend from high school

short story status: blah blah blah creative writing homework my life is a joke et c

Week Eight, Day Two

my onesie still smells like Bacon from this morning. Anyway today was super out of control because of snowboarding and so.

fancy brushes always make things look a lot cooler than they actually are. Also I want to give a shout out to the primary colours.

short story status: what do you think.

Week Eight, Day One

whipped this up super fast

you can't see the beak as well as I'd hoped

SHORT STORY STATUS: I haven't started yet and probably won't get a chance to until tuesday

Week Seven

ok well here's some high quality word vomit right here

herp derp

Week Seven, Day Seven

last day of week x day x lining up!

short story status: I have wordvommed some gunk and I guess I'll post that... eventually... before midnight

Week Seven, Day Six

I had every intention of painting Doc Brown today but it just didn't happen. I don't know what was up. Maybe I just need a break from this kind of painting for a bit. Anyway, I slapped this together.

short story status: buzz buzz

Week Seven, Day Five

Biff's stupid plaid shirt murdered me. It really just... murdered me. Butt head. Also I promise his fist looked that wonky in my reference.

Say hi to your mom for me

Short Story Status: poomp

Week Seven, Day Four

Lorraine! Her hair and mouth were a killer. PS I've updated George, have a looksee

that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.

Short Story Status: I wrote some junk last night

Week Seven, Day Three

For those of you have talked to me in the even slightly recent past will know that I'm going through a big Back to the Future obsession right now. I decided to channel this in a positive manner. If five hours of my life hadn't gone to... other things, this would look a lot better but gewash
UPDATE: did a bit of work on it today, hopefully I fixed a few things

Yes. Yes. I'm George, George McFly. I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.

Short Story status: don't talk to me.

Week Seven, Day Two

I can't think of anything clever to say today.

short story status: I am having to write some nonfiction crud for my creative writing class so I might count that for this weeks story

Week Seven, Day One

Vulcans! And Pencil tool! And green! And this jawline was nigh on impossible but I think it turned out alright

Blue eyeshadow brought to you by Leonard Nimoy's makeup artist from the Original Series

Short Story Status: in low caps today because I did nothings