It’s started snowing!
And we just finalized the Batbreath script, so it’s time for the three month death march. Two illos a day, six days a week, until it’s done or I tear off my clothes and run screaming into the forest, which hasn’t actually happened yet but you just never know, do you?
Then they came back for more Wurstbreath changes, which they needed by next week, so I had to scrabble together alterations and additions and whatnot.
Then I spackled the dents the Chair left in the stairwell, because…um…it was real, and I was sick of pixels. Nothing virtual about spackle. Nope.
Since Batbreath art means that there will be very little Real Art coming out of t’ol studio (except for occasional OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM pieces) I figured I’d toss out a few random sketch things that might be mildly interesting.
What liberating knlowdege. Give me liberty or give me death.