Chapter 3, Page 10on September 6, 2013 at 8:00 am
If you think that he’s gonna blow it, clap your hands! (clap clap)
If you think he’s gonna blow it, clap your hands! (clap clap)
If you think he’s gonna blow it, it’s just him who doesn’t know it.
If you think he’s gonna blow it, clap your hands! (clap clap)
Yeah, sorry about the late update, I have . . . like zero faith in myself right now. I’m gunning to get Monday’s comic racked and ready, but I honestly have no clue how well I’ll meet that goal. I’m going to call it an “I don’t know” for the moment, but you have my word, I am TRYING for Monday!!!!
EDIT: Well, I tried and I failed. It’s not like I don’t KNOW what’s supposed to happen in this chapter? It’s just that converting it from a rough plot tree into individual pages with distinct scenes is a lot more time-consuming than others have been. I want to get this exactly right. Fortunately, there IS a page currently making its way towards “done,” and I can promise you it will be there by Thursday.
He’s gonna blow it.
Just draw that comic – if you have to, leave off the tiny little finishing details that *you* notice, but most of *us* don’t. You can always finish them later.
And remember, *we* believe in you, even when *you* don’t…
Thanks, man. I don’t want to short-change you if I don’t have to though. Plus, if I intend to ever describe myself as “professional”, getting my work out on time and in good shape is one big criterion.
Thank you for believing in me, and hope your eyes are better!
Reliability in meeting deadlines is something a *lot* of “professional” comic artists seem to have problems with. Not that that’s an excuse, of course… but you can show them that you’re more professional than they are. And I’m sure I’m not the only fan of yours who thinks that way!
My eye continues to improve, although I wouldn’t want to try driving yet. The two things I love to do best, reading and using the computer, are the two things that tire my eyes out the fastest, and I keep overdoing it, and then having to close my eyes to rest them. It’s frustrating, is all. (How am I going to teach myself to play the ukulele in five weeks if I can’t read the chord diagrams?)
Glad things are improving, and as to the ukelele . . . well, you might have to make it eight weeks. 😉
I’ll try to make a long story short…
While cleaning up after Superstorm Sandy, I found a box full of random crap that hadn’t gotten water-damaged. In the box was a “banjo-ukulele” – plays just like a uke, but instead of a wooden body, it has a hide-covered resonator like a banjo. My mother had written her name inside it; from the handwriting, I’d guess she was in her early teens at the time, which would put it around 1930. It needed a *lot* of parts, and I took it to an instrument-repair place; I just got it back right after the eye operation. There’s a small Pagan festival I always attend, and it’s coming up in five weeks. I want to be able to sing a song at the “Bardic Circle” while accompanying myself on my mother’s banjo-uke.
Oh la la, Paris.
Interesting though, that demonkitty connects an image of Paris to *her*.
Love the page.
And regarding timeliness: don’t sweat it. You’re doing great.
And I love all the details. Although I must confess that to notice the plot important once I will have to re-read it later fully again.
And you put in very many loving details that are not story relevant.
So, I’m with Ace on that.
@Ace: Good luck and a lot of fun learning that Banjo-Uke.
I guess you’ll only find out some nice extras that you can do with that thing (like using the resonator as “drum” to well use in quite a while.
But start playing with the Pagans anyway, as many of them might be able to give you important pointers.
And practicing an instrument while being “blind” is a good thing. You need to rely on your feelings and hearing much more, which is actually better in the long term regarding the play.
(My grandparents were both music teachers for piano, guitar, ukelele (as extension to guitar), pipe organ, accordion, trombone,…. and at a cerrtain point they always asked the pupils to start playing while being blindfolded. Especially with the Uke, guitar, and the trombone that happened very early, once the order of tunes of the song has been learned. So, use your handicap to its fullest. No better excuse to waste your time with the Ukelele instead of doing chores, you’re BLIND and need to recover anyway!)
@Ace: forgot to mention that I love your determination to restore the instrument of your mother. 😀
My grandparents’ piano is in my home now, but it is nowhere near that old and doesn’t need any repairs, yet. Just the standard upkeep.
Thank you! I never even knew my mother *had* a ukulele until I found it. I also have my mother’s piano – bought when she started taking piano lessons, likewise sometime in the 1920s – which needs restoring. It was damaged by the flood waters of Superstorm Sandy, and we’re still trying to figure out what to do about repairing it; whatever we do, it’s going to be expensive! But getting the banjo-uke restored was surprisingly cheap. I just wish I’d been able to get started earlier, so I’d have more time to practice.
Hope no harm came to your family in that storm, beside material losses.
The piano is the only instrument that survived the pupils my grandparents had.
And while it moved 5 times since the last tuning, it still sounds astonishingly good. But the next move is already looking around the corner, so we’re reluctant to have it tuned.
I know my father played accordion, to a certain degree. But just like many engineers, his feeling towards music is ambivalent: no good hearing, no real joy playing yourself, but greatly enjoying listening to it, his proficiency in playing has diminished to the point that the accordion has been given away when I was about 7 years old.
I once leanred the flute (all gone) and basics of piano (still 2 songs I can play), but I still can’t read music notes.
I’m not a total musical beginner – I took piano and singing lessons when I was a child. But I’ve never really played a stringed instrument before. You’re right about playing “blind” – I really need to stop looking at my left hand to see where to put my fingers for the chords. It’s only three chords, though (C, F, and G7), so I just have to keep playing them until my fingers remember where to go. (And with those three chords, I can play about 80% of all songs ever written 🙂 )
And I have been attenting this particular Pagan event every year for more than 20 years. Occasionally I’d sing a song, or recite a poem. But most songs – even most Pagan songs – are better when sung with at least a simple instrumental backing. I never had enough ambition to tackle learning the guitar, but the ukulele is a bit easier – and then my mother’s uke just sort of showed up…
Honeybun, you’ll get it. Take a break and *don’t* think about how to illustrate a particular scene for a little while – just let your subconsious work on it. Then, while you’re rollerskating or making popcorn or washing your hair or something, it’ll come to you.