Today it's over 90 F (not the hottest of the season by far). I got in my five-plus-mile walk yesterday to Pittock Mansion, when it was cooler. So where am I today?
I'm inside working on more illustrations for Edge of Darkness, who is nearly ironed out in all her little delicate edit-y bits! (Then it's off to find a real editor, who will ruthlessly educate me on what that really means.) I may not need these illustrations, depending on formatting and other issues that arise. But I like to be prepared, just in case. It's also part of the pride I feel at being capable of both art and writing -- why not do both?
So far nearly a dozen illustrations are finished, first drawn in pencil, then finished with pen and acrylic paint. Nine are for Edge itself. I'm so far loving the grace of the protagonist — his gawky-dark style, and his wise yet innocent face with its wide, sparkling elven eyes and wait-till-he-gets-to-high-school pout. Goth-emo though he may be, his inquisitive nature is that not of a typical apathetic youth, but that of a sorcerer in disguise: Eager for life itself, and refusing to be cowed by oppression — cultural or otherwise. His is a Renaissance mind, hungry for it all.
I've also done two concept paintings of Isaac as he appears when older (and hotter!). These, and any unused illustrations, I hope to include in a special color-print Artist's Edition.
These days, more than ever, I am celebrating WITHOUT SHAME the gift of being an artist and writer. It's no longer as though I "shouldn't be doing this" or should only be doing it "as a hobby" — I love it, live and breathe story-creating, in multiple media, and have done since early childhood. I finally feel I'm in myself, and can be this no matter what else I'm doing in life.
Praise God!
Bottom line, folks: If you love something and always have, quit listening to the stupid little critic voice (be it Mom's or somebody else's) and DO IT. If you think this dude in your head is hot, and better yet has a positive message that could get one child reading, then flippin' write about him.
Just don't forget to get up and stretch your butt now and then! yikes
writers' butt.
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