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Inktober – On Time p5
Well, I’m learning some of my strengths and weaknesses in comic drawing. It’s difficult for me to think visually!
I like my pacing and plot and expressions. Lettering might be my favorite part next to the script. Panel layout is… Functional. Art is usually passable. World building is shit. Comparable strengths and weaknesses to my written stories, now that I think about it. But visual consistency? Nonexistent! Haha, he’s crossing a completely different street today, and he must have carpal tunnel bad because he keeps switching his briefcase from hand to hand. I accidentally put a jacket on him this page, fortunately it worked with the timing, though it was warm enough for him to wear just a polo yesterday…
Oh well. It’s my first multi-page comic. I’m cutting myself a lot of slack. Trying to force consistency breaks my brain and makes it not fun anymore. Right now I’m just happy to be telling a story.
Page 5 below
Inktober – On Time p4
Inktober – On Time – 1
The first page of what I hope will become a little five or six page horror story. Wish me gumption.
Journal – Haggifying
I tried to draw for Inktober tonight but it was so abysmally bad, even I am giving myself a break. Mostly I’m just happy to still be able to talk, and breathe. It’s been an increasingly gross day. I’m watching this virus bloom in the warm culturing agent that is my body. My throat is closing up, a tiny series of trap doors, and with each one I lose another note to my voice. My coughs are coming more frequently now. Sometimes I have a sudden unpleasant awareness that I’m running out of air, drowning in my own fluids.
Why can’t colds leave as fast as they arrive?
Going for a walk with sick coworkers
K sounds like she has no nose
Uncharacteristically pepless.
H is physically weak
She nearly falls over trying to take a photo.
I cough and rasp my way through each sentence
But talk a lot more than usual.
Together we walk our fifteen minute break
Slowly
Cackling like old hags
Trying not to laugh too hard at ourselves
Lest we spur on another pulmonary problem.
“Flash forward thirty years,” I say,
“And this will be our constant reality.”
Let the healthy young men and women beware
The three plague sisters.
Flee from their slow, repulsive approach!
Sarah D. Silvey 