Yesterday went badly* and I flaked out again. As of this morning that left me three pages behind with nine days to make it up, so I figured it was time to get serious, and got two pages today (I can do it! I know I can!!).( Under the cut... )
*Art Guild Days have been rough the last couple of weeks, although I still really like the people. Still, it's gonna take more than people saying "Oh, no, that's cool," (or worse "I don't see why we couldn't hang that on the wall") to make me as an aspiring/budding comics artist feel like I fit in with all these painters.
I also wanted to mention this, despite some fear that my dwircle/f-list would just polarize on it, but... What do you do when your artistic motivation is undermined by feeling like a bad feminist? It's the "OMG, I
stuffed (or am planning to stuff) a woman in a refrigerator!" thing, and yeah, when big name writers whine about people silencing them by complaining, I don't have any sympathy, but perhaps hypocritically, for myself I think if I really can't think of a good story-alternative, creating flawed art is better than creating no art (and at least in my version Lisa gets to do something besides die, even if I am tempted, when I get Trevor's mom in here, to send them off on a tangent for no other reason than to squeak through the Bechdel test; it might be my last chance for awhile...).