Vancouver Ink

So I babysat Ivy on thursday and friday, and it was cool. She's much more articulate now, and can hold a conversation like nobody's business. We went to Granville Island the first day, and Science World the second. Both were awesome. I put photos up on flickr.

My whole "comic" thing was lying fallow for about a week, because I realized I needed to go back and write stuff. Which was very trying. I'm telling you.

So I did that, but not nearly as much as I should have before I got tired of writing because I just want to be drawing, goddamnit. I need to get better at DRRAAWWIINNNGGGUUH. Not writinguh. Which I'm obviously genius at.

Genius at. But seriously, I'm feeling insecure about my writing lately because it doesn't feel half as fun as drawing, and that's not good. But even still, I'm more insecure about drawing, because I suck more at it. So I just waffle back and forth (waffle?) between which one is harder and like... badder. And right now it's writing. As you can see.

Anyway. I'm going to start drawing again, despite not having the script finished. My first six pages have abruptly become useless, because I re-wrote the beginning. I had to. It made no sense. I was shooting myself in the foot by trying to work without narration, when I really desperately need it, because I'm used to working with words, not pictures. So let's get some words in there. You know?

If this is incoherent, I apologise. I'm not working hard at coherent just now. But I'm not upset about dumping the six pages that took me forever to draw, because now they'll be slightly better. I mean much better story-wise, but ever so slightly more well drawn. Which is incredible and the delight of making stuff. How it makes you better at stuff-making.

Or so I sincerely hope.