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Le sigh

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in props and production. High school was a particular time to shine; I was always that backstage girl with cellophane trailing her shoe and a hot glue gun in hand. I was always coloring some set or cuing someone for a BG switch, and I absolutely loved it. I mean, for the most part I really, REALLY enjoyed the work, never desiring to be in the limelight. Gog knows what a train wreck I am in front of a camera and crowd. But then again…

I sometimes wish I had some razzle dazzle talent of my own to show off, you know? NO, “quick drawing” on a stage does not count! We can’t all be the Art Attack guy.

True story. The patrolling comm officer who was asking around is hot that way. She’s got boobs that stare you down until you rediscover those body issues you thought you locked up with your retainer and trapper keeper.

Okay, so I’m kind of a slut

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Here’s my second submission to Harvey James’ Pick a Cat, Draw a Girl contest. And yes, I *might* have totally done the girly -squee shuffle hop after Mr. Harvey James referred to me as ladycakes in his response.

*buries face* God I’m such a tart.

What can I say? Illustrators and artists I admire (no matter how famous or infamous they are) have that effect on me.

Hey! Wow, what happened?

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Hey loves! Wow, October is just about ending and I have yet another inexplicable lacking o’er here on CerealSat. I’m beginning to see a pattern. Meh.

Well, rest assured that I haven’t been sitting on my gooey butt.  I’ve been working, churning and desperately trying to catch up to deadlines =_= This whole week as been like a mad sprint of emails, and yet I’m still behind. At least I’ve completed my more immediate promises, but I can still think of about 3 people I owe work. Sigh. To all of you out there who are expecting work from me and are waiting so patiently, THANK YOU for not chasing me with the guilt stick. (Hey Irene :|) Although, yeah… you have my permission to hit me up every now in then for a healthy guilt jig and reminder. Smiles.

In other news, comics and day job aren’t they only obligations wringing me tight these days.  I was actually reliving my High School literature classes last night, reviewing my younger brother Tony for his exams today. (@_@ I hope the bugger does well.) We worked till about midnight and I was high on excessive caffiene and the joy that comes from discussing short stories. By the time we finished, my head was full and chest heavy with all sorts of thoughts. Like  all the crap zooming beyond my control and the anxieties of what I want versus what I HAVE. What I can will and what IS. Unable to sleep, I stayed up drawing and inking this comic. It’s just one page and not anything fantastic, but I stayed up till 5ish in the morning,  coaxing our stubborn scanner while it was still gloomy out. I shivered, and it was around this time in the wee hours that I’ve finally decided: I’m going back to school goddamet. Through hell or high water.

Let’s do this, shit.BAM.