Before I had a baby and I still had some semblance of a life, I kept a fairly substantial number of completed comics in the queue. At any given moment, I could post a comic. It’s like having a fat savings account: most of the time you never need to use those funds, but knowing you CAN just feels damn good.
Then I became a parent, but I was still able to maintain a cushy queue during those first couple months while my daughter was still in the larval phase and slept most of the day. Much too quickly, though, she started sleeping less, requiring more, and leaving a trail of soiled items in her wake, ready to launder. Now I blink and a week goes by, my art untouched in seven-plus days. The comic savings account has dwindled. I’m livin’ on the edge, paycheck to paycheck. I’m always low on funds and can never seem to get ahead. I save up a little and then it disappears.
So, this is my little joke with myself. When I’ve stopped and started a piece twelve times, when I never have a substantial chunk of time to make headway, when I save a little only to then spend a lot…
This is my life now.
Posted the Jumpsuit comic today and I’m mentally reviewing the six (or so) times in my life when I’ve tried on a glam one-piece jumpsuit. All six (or so) of those times produced the same result, and I inevitably form the same conclusion: jumpsuits are created for some other type of woman who may or may not exist. Like JLo.
It’s probably for the best anyhow. I’m not keen on the idea of having to get naked to take a wizz.
Oh, I included this drawing just for funsies, so this post wouldn’t look too sad and empty. The drawing is still in progress and represents my Saturday morning state. Pants always optional. Rompers prohibited.
I went to a wedding tonight and, unlike 99.97% of my days, I looked pretty slammin’. It was by complete accident but it felt nice. And it also felt nice to be out on a Saturday night sans child. I know, “BLASPHEMY!!!!” It may be a publicly unpopular notion but it’s most definitely a common one: Sometimes it’s fun to do things *without* your kid. Call CPS.
Anyway, as I was out having fun and eating all the pie, I realized I’d unlocked the secrets to seeming fabulous. I decided to draw them right quick. Because that’s what I do.
A few people have asked me what my character Kate looks like IRL. She can be a bit elusive, but I was able to track down a recent photograph of the bun-donned maven. So here you go: real life inspo hot off the press.
Sometimes I end up enjoying the preliminary comic sketches more than the final product. It has become an ongoing focus to try to maintain the energy and movement from the under drawing in the final rendition, which is not always a straightforward task. The finished versions of these drawings accomplished that fairly well.
Also, this week I geeked out on another comic artist’s work and it inspired me to play with a different style. Coming soon, so stay tuned.
I adore the reference photo that I used for this piece. The Girl tolerates slinging for only twenty-minute chunks max, and when we do sling it’s the sweetest, coziest thing. (She does enjoy being cozy, just like her mom. She also gets real pissed off in the heat… Just like her mom.)
At the moment, she’s luxuriating in her morning nap. It’s rather thoughtful of her to give me a window of time during my “creative hours” to work on projects and ponder the existence of the universe. The rest of the day will be spent examining mom’s face, attempting to get that pesky foot in her mouth, and contemplating whether she really is ready to roll.
I’m calling this one “Target Practice” because drawing a baby who is not asleep is like trying to pin the tail on a moving donkey. While blindfolded. And drunk.
Also, it feels good to play without too much concern for the end result. Helps lube up those sticky neural channels.
My Aunt came to visit from out of state last month and she met our baby daughter for the first time. I snapped a couple photos and fell in love with the composition, colors, and emotions. By some friggin’ miracle, I was able to bust out a lovely drawing yesterday start to finish, despite being smothered (in a good way) by my four-month-old.
Thank you for making the trip, Auntie. ❤️