Daily Drawing – December 31st, 2014
Many Daily Drawings!
I missed a day!
Not that anyone reads this, hahaha, but yeah. I missed yesterday. You know, it completely slipped my mind, but to make up for it, I have some pics to show off. I inked for a good four hours yesterday and am going to spend a generous chunk of today inking, too.
I also got the chance to play with my new copic markers the other night. I drew a simple Ivy and Harley picture and did some experimentation. I think paper will have a lot to do with it, though this sketchbook has 60 lb paper. Regardless, I’m going to give it a try on my mixed media paper to see how that works out. It’s definitely a thicker grade paper and will probably retain the ink better.
I just need to figure out what I want to draw on it.
In other news, nothing really is going on. I have to do groceries and I have to run a couple errands, but they can wait until after I finish all my drawing for the day. We have no plans for tonight and no plans for tomorrow, as per the norm. Maybe I’ll make Chinese food tomorrow to carry on my grandmother’s New Years traditions.
Yesterday was a bad day, emotionally. I felt like complete shit for the majority of the day and it only started to lift later in the evening, somewhat.
Anyway, that’s all for now. I’ll upload some art as separate posts to fill in the appropriate days.
I assure you, I HAVE been drawing daily
I’ve been drawing everyday, I promise. I’m just doing so traditionally and am not posting them online as of yet. I’ve been working on Toronto Comix vol 2 and on the Red Surge. I need to delegate my time for each to feel productive, though. I’ll likely do some streaming to the Red Surge later, so don’t fret. I’ll also post some preview thumbs to see.
What’s been going on? Well, I finally got my copic markers and a travel case for my art supplies for when I leave the house. That way, everything is in one package that I can grab and go with. I also rearranged my desk! My printer and scanner are on the top shelf, along with my art books and art supplies. The bottom area, which is the main area, has the laptop, the light pad, the tablet, and the copics.
I also have a yarn bowl on the main table part which I’ll use next time I have time to knit. Tonight is knit night and I won’t be going. Quel suprise.
Today’s agenda: do Rusty’s laundry, as he wet the bed again, and draw. Story of my life!
Damnit!
I think I’m coming down with my kids’ cough. I was actually up at 5:30 this morning, unable to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. SO, instead of lying there, miserable, I came downstairs and worked a bit on The Red Surge. I was back up within about an hour and finally fell asleep until both boys were awake at 9:30. Damned kids just haven’t been wanting to go to sleep. Nick was up as late as 11pm and, as usual, we had to lose our shit at him before he went to sleep.
I just don’t get it; the little fuckers just don’t care. They only understand the “lose my shit” tone of voice and then get mad at me that I yelled. If only their hearing could pick up on the twenty thousand fucking times I ask them to do something NICELY.
Nick, can you please do this?
Nick? Please can you do the thing?
Nick, please do the thing, honey.
Nick? Nick… please do the thing.
….
(deep breath)
Nicholas, can you please do the thing?
Nick.
Nick!
NICK!
(at this point, he might look at me like a deer in headlights)
NICK! DO THE THING!
(by now, he’s staring at me, bewildered, as though he’s only started to hear me speak to him)
NICK! GET UP AND DO THE THING RIGHT NOW!
and at this point, “OKAY! OKAY! GEEZ!”
Really? Holy fuck.
Anyway, another day with the kids; Alex is bottling beer with Rob and starting a new brew. Five hours…
I slept wrong on my back last night, too. My right shoulder is excruciating right now. Stupid pinched nerve.
Today’s agenda: more drawing.
Merry Christmas!
It’s been a very Christmasy past two days. We went to my cousin’s house for Christmas Eve and had an epic snowball fight in her basement with these soft handmade snowballs brought by Les’ friend. We were all laughing hysterically and nobody was safe. It was awesome.
The kids got to open their gifts and Nick and Rusty were given some pretty neat gifts. We got home late, as always, but it was a great day.
Today was another Christmasy day. My kids got up at 9 and we all came downstairs and opened some gifts. I got a new desk, a new light table for tracing, and a small package of goodies from my mom, including PJs, a gorgeous sheep sweater, and some bits and pieces. Alex enjoyed the West Germany stein I got him and I think he’s looking forward to the Tesla test drive I arranged for him.
Anyway, it’s been a long day. We ate dinner at Stewart and Joanne’s place and all of us are STUFFED. It was delicious.
Tonight is more unwinding and then bed. I hope the kids let me sleep. Alex is off till Monday and we’ll have a quiet holiday at home.
I’m glad to be home.
My Thunder Bay trip was anything but happy, I’m sad to say. As anyone who reads this blog might know, I had to leave quite abruptly last Wednesday because my grandmother was doing very poorly. I went straight from the airport to see her and she seemed okay for the night. My mother spent the night on Wednesday and I returned Thursday morning ahead of schedule when she called me in a panic.
In true Molly fashion, my grandmother hung on as long as she could, but her breathing was intermittent and her oxygen levels were very low. She was also unable to drink or eat anything and couldn’t take an IV because her organs were rejecting all fluids. She died Thursday night with me and my mom at her side, each of us holding one of her hands.
The next several days were a shitstorm of emotion, fighting with my mother, fighting with Alex after he flew in, and dealing with ALL THE FUCKING DRAMA. I cried not only from my grief, but also from how everyone wanted a piece of me; everyone wanted me to take their side… and I felt like none of the people who wanted a piece of me even gave a fuck that I lost one of the most important people in my life.
BUT, I took a page from Molly’s book and pushed forward. I couldn’t hide my tears nor cry in private like she did, but I endured, as I always do, and after a rollercoaster finale to the trip, finally made it back home.
I send all my love to all the people back home who put up with my emotional state and who supported me. I apologise to all the people I pissed off or pushed too far. What matters most to me is I’m back home. The world seems a little darker now that she’s gone but I know she’ll be part of me for the rest of my life, and I’ll be sure to teach my kids what she taught me.
I love you, Grandma.
It probably won’t be long, now.
My grandmother made it through the night, though I had nightmares all night about her death and fighting with my mom — yelling, screaming matches with her. It’s a recurring theme in my nightmares but it’s just not a good time for them to crop up. I was up at 7:15 this morning and out the door by 8. On the way, my mom said that my grandmother was dying so I skipped getting the rental car and went straight there, only to find my grandmother in the same state as when I left her.
SO, I stayed, relaxed, held her hand, and eventually napped.
Sam showed up with her mom awhile later and I got my rental car, picked up Daryl, and we had lunch. I gave Daryl our old Blu-Ray player, so she should enjoy that, I”m sure.
I then spent more time with my grandmother and decided to head back to Carol’s to get my laptop — only to find a fucking parking ticket. My first parking ticket, and it alleges that I was parked in front of someone’s driveway, which, I don’t fucking know. I thought I was clear of driveways, but apparently not. I understand the parking authority there are a bunch of assholes, anyway, and it shouldn’t really be much of a surprise.
Fuckers.
Anyway, I have a couple stops to make, but then I’m headed back to see my grandmother and I’ll at least be able to work on a couple comics in the meantime. The Red Surge is surging ahead of me and there’s a lot of inking that I need to catch up on. At least I don’t have the distractions of children here, and I can sit and work quietly when I need to.
My grandmother’s oxygen is down to 77%, which is really fucking bad — 20% lower than it should be. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes.
A short post
I did a daily drawing but I’m not uploading it because it’s not complete.
I’m flying to Thunder Bay to see my grandmother. I may or may not post when I’m away.
Gotta pack and get ready.
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