Mehhhhh

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.

Look, another freakin' tiger!

I was intensely proud of this page for a minute; now I really want to move on.

Mmmmm guuurrrlll. More tigers.

Hnnnng

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ARRG. This is one of the inked panels I finished... finally. There are several others, which I suppose I'll upload later. I'm in the process of inking another page, and it is SO GOSH DARN DIFFICULT. Whiny artist is whiny.

I'm also convinced that even when I do finish these three pages my writer will still fire me... even though she seemed to like the panels I sent her. I AM SCURRED. I also need to finish bitching, suck it up, finish inking what I've started so I can go to sleep, wake up, and then repeat the process tomorrow. And do so in good time so that I can justify going to a party to meet some dude from the internet. Totally not the worst idea ever, I swear.

Page one of Tiger Days, written by Ila Coltas. I'm taking way too long, and I shoddily slapped together a second page, but instead of looking sparse and clean it just looked poorly drawn, lazy and half-assed. It's daunting to do a comic when I don't think I can adequately draw in the first place, and I feel like some of these drawings even could be more realistic but... AUGH. I'm taking my dad's advice and Frank Frazetta-ing it. It's what everyone else does.

I sound freaked out, but really, life is pretty awesome.