It's hard to be one when one is no longer

Bah. I screwed up my post-almost-every-day plan. But I have an excuse, or two. Like hanging out and doing stuff.

There was a comic con in Vancouver this weekend and Jacob, Brandon and Corey all came up for it. They were only here for one night, though, so there was no time for anything but drinking at Shenanigans (my first time, dear diary) and pictures taken from balconies of the Empire Hotel.

It was fun to see those guys again, as always.

I like people who draw comics.

Because of this, I've been drawing more than writing. I'm even working on an idea for a comic of my own. Not a pitch or anything, but something for the fun and happiness of me. Plus if my friends like it, that would be rad and a confidence booster. Like a booster seat for my confidence to sit on, kicking his chubby little legs. Because my confidence is male, and a toddler.

My comic will (knock on wood to appease the gods of finished projects) feature a thylacine. So I've been drawing a lot of thylacines. Humans characters too, I mean, but the thylacine is important, so I've been researching them (more than usual, even) and trying to draw as many as I can.

Which is really hard. There are very few photographs of thylacines, and none taken in the wild. Museums around the world own stuffed specimens, but I get the feeling taxidermy before the 1930's was kind of... um... free form? Most stuffed thylacines look like big rodents with busted legs, nothing like they do in the photographs.

And it's just depressing. The whole thing. Every time I read a book about it, the extinction of thylacines, I get really sad. They were just so weird and beautiful, and completely unique, and we know nothing about them and it's our fault.

I have to find my own version of a thylacine that I can draw over and over again, from any angle. It's never going to perfect, but if I can keep it from looking like a greyhound with stripes, I'll be satisfied. Or try to be.

My wrist is hurting like a bitch right now. I was late with my gold injection, and drawing so much hasn't helped. Worse, the pain makes decent drawing impossible. URGH.

I'm going to go take some tylenol.