Welp, after eight pages, my writer pulled the plug on the illustration gig. Basically she ran out of money, thought we were running out of time, etc. She assured me that my work was good, but inconsistent, and time was not sufficient to go back and revise everything. She paid me for eight pages, and I did my eight pages. I actually only cried a little, and after a long run, I feel more grounded. It was a good experience, for sure. I can tell I've grown up because my self esteem isn't shattered by this bomb shell. I only want to get better.
So, for what it's worth, here are some of the last pages! Definitely not perfect, except perfectly inconsistent, but, here they are.