Kuuanonnii my friends, it's Monday, August 03, 2020 as I write these words, because it might be posted a week from now as I have to catch up on my posting.
Not that I'm being visited left, right and center by hordes of fans interested in the man in the midst of a 15 year period of writing a million words as well as drawing 2000+ drawings each year.
Though I have lost count of the number of drawings this year so I can't know for certain. But I'll certainly draw over a thousand as I may well have done that already.
In any event, I'mm going to draw over a thousand drawings each year for the next 14.
Anyway, it's Monday now and because I had Pizza for supper last night and didn't eat it in its entirety, I have Pizza for breakfast this morning.
Yum!
I am well on my way to the harvesting of 20 fields this writing week as I have already 8 fields in the first two days with another 2 fields+ sure to be harvested even if I don't harvest the same crop range as I already have.
The need, coming into today is 2360 words each, rounded up, which I will reach, if not exceed. It's just a question of by how much.
The next four days after this one are yet to be determined, but rest assured, creativity will happen and I will continue to deliver daily on the kindness story and Mortuvhen.
Yeah, this story is going to continue for at least a week.
Speaking of this story...
I had no idea what I was going to draw as I sat there, staring at the blank page for a couple of minutes, which was longer than I usually let time pass without drawing at least one line, even if it was one that I was going end up erasing, progress was progress.
But this time I had to be certain and sure of what I was going to draw if there was magic in the feather, which it felt like there was as I held it once more in my hand as the warmth of it spread out from my hand to the whole of my body.
Needless to say, it was a strange sensation that I wish that I had someone to share it with.
But there hadn't been anyone like that for years.
An idea though did form in my head as I looked at the feather, which was old and easily destoryed, which would end the magic, or free it to be dispersed throughout the world which wasn't the best thing in my mind as that was the way of chaos was it not?
Only, who was I to say that that would be the case? Like whhat did I know about the magics of this feather, if there even was.
Though at this point, if there wasn't any magic in this feather, then I must be some kind of sick to be feeling the warmth of this feather feel like I was caught in the wake of something special that would forever change my life.
I needed something to hold and protect the feather. And it should be something that I could carry with me easily. The only question was would the coolness of wearing it as a necklace outweigh the stupid ease with which it could be destroyed?
No, it did not.
And preserving the feather was more impoirtant than looking cool, which was improable on the face of it for me.
No matter what good I did, me being cool in any way was not the first thought.
I could have done way better this quarter for the so called kindness story which has a different title.
But I made forward progress all the same.
Kuuanonnii!
BOJ alone?
That's what happens when I leave the writing and the drawing until the final hour of the quarterbecause I was busy doing something else.
Though not the thing that I needed to do for many hours yesterday that I only did for a couple.
And I didn't even need to draw the BOJ since I'd already drawn in the 1st quarter.
But I did it anyway as I want to make sure that I keep on drawing the Peach covers which came about because....
Well that'd be telling and I'm not sure that I want to be telling that origin because it is an origin that would annoy some people and it's not necessary to what it is, which right now is a publication cover with no publication.
But it could have one, one day.
Long after the kindness story has been completed.
Right?
A gauntlet maybe?
Yes, that would work. But since I had the feeling that I couldn't afford to get this wrong, I was going to draw it with a regular pencil and get it right first.
Even if it took me the rest of the night as I didn't have any commissions demanding my attention.
Which before tonight's encounter would have been troubling.
Now? It was a godsend.
It's the final hour of the 3rd and I don't have a lot of time to wrte, so there will be more tasty fish in this catch as I have Rihana to attend to, no, not the singer, if that's even the right spelling.
The story borne out of kindness and a subconscious desire to impress a woman.
Though I will likely never know for certain that I impressed her with the story that is unfolding as a longer one than I surely thought that it would.
But enough of me.
“Thank god, I thought he'd never stop going on about himself, get to the kindness story!”
I wish that I could have said that properly inspired as I was, I came up with the perfect drawing in ten minutes but I did not. It turns out I was fighting my muse and wasn't feeling the pencil on the paper as I so often did
Maybe it was the fact that I had to get it perfect on the first try that was putting all this pressure on me.
And I didn't do well with pressure.
So I spent hours on the drawing, getting more and more discouraged and angry over my lack of coming up with the right design.
But finally, I had a design that I thought would work.
I could only hope that all this effort hadn't been for naught.
I gave it a couple of once overs to see if there was anything that I would change it and decided that it was ready for some inking, which was not comic book level, because I'd never be that, but it did what it needed to do for me and my clients.
I don't much feel like writing right now.
But I have the two stories that I have to write.
Plus if I didn't, I'd come in way under where I need to be for the day to maintain the easy average that I have to maintain after two good days.
So I need to pick it up.
Boy do I ever as I had to harvest more than a field's worth of words from the beginning of this quarter and seeing as I've been at it for an hour and I am still on the first page means I am harvesting oh so slowly.
Though I did travel through time while watching Finches' Livestream which now has a new night and name of Monday Night Draw so I have to give m,yself a pass since it's impossible to write or draw while I'm travelling through time.
And I still have time to harvest what reamins of that field as I haven't even struck out for the kindness story, which will be the 12th straight quarter.
Speaking of the kindness story...
So I inked it, with the care that it deserved which took time, but there are many things that as much as we would like them to, take more time than we would like.
And the extra care and attention made it that much better. And while that better hadn't provided me the most comfortable life that I had wished that it would, it was paying for a good part of it and that was more than I could have hoped for just five years ago.
Besides, all those hours of figuring out the right gauntlet deserved my best effort.
Especially if the magic was as real as I thought that it would be.
As real as I needed it to be actually because I didn't want to be this invested in this drawing with so much hope of something special happening that I discovered that nothing actually happened because that would mean that I was sick and not actually feeling any magic.
And that would lay me down low.
Kuuanonni my friends.