progress

Well, I think I finished the rough draft of chapter 23. It's almost as patchy as chapter 22, but I think I like it. I'll have to print it out tomorrow and see.

I also, while writing this chapter, had visual inspiration and sketched out my very first kissing couple. And damn is kissing hard! To draw, that is. I'm not completely satisfied with it, and shall not, therefore, be showing it right now, but perhaps I'll work on it some more tomorrow. Or do another one.

It's the first time I've actually used photo references that I didn't stage in quite some time. Still feel squiffy about that.

No offence to Bette Midler, but...

*assumes sickly singing voice*

Ga-awd is wat-CHing us, Ga-awd is wat-CHing us, Gaaaawwwwd is waaaaat-ching uuuusssss, from a distance...

*/singing. Please God, end the singing!*

Ergh. Why does it have to be that one that sticks in my head? Granted "One Tin Soldier" isn't much better... although I think the message is a bit more pallatable.


So the sermon today was about the seven deadly virtues. It was interesting, but at the same time, it's one of those "well, duh" things. After all, virtue is it's own punishment. Erm... no, that's not quite right. Well it is, but it's beside the point. ;-)

Anyway, the reason I'm bringing up church at all was because I had the most peculiar vision/epiphany/thought while listening to the minister talk about a scene in "Cabaret." Since the theme of the day was the definition of evil being the perversion of good, he'd already brought up a couple of examples, most notably the fact that someone from the "God Hates Gays" camp has said, publicly, that Heath Ledger's death is retribution from God for playing that blasphemous role in Brokeback Mountain.

So, for some reason, that inspired a vision of God meeting that hateful man in heaven with open arms. God would give him a hug, welcome him into his home, and tell him to join everyone else by the fire. In the group gathered by the fire were Hitler, Stalin, Ghandi, MLK jr, Mother Theresa, Liberace and every other person who had ever lived. They were all sitting there, patiently waiting for God to return with the new arrival. They were all basking in God's love, and eagerly awaiting God's story. And God was just happy to have them there with him.

So, that's probably a "well, duh" thought for most of you, but... I don't know. It just struck me as ironic, I s'pose. And reassuring, in its own special way.


(Oh, and no panic attack today, so I'm putting Wednesday down as a fluke. Yay!)

More sketches

Okay. Re-did the kiss scene that I didn't show you, and I think it came out quite nicely. But, may I say, drawing Snape with short hair is a horrible thing. But, then again, drawing short hair is a horrible thing.

( I suppose I should warn you that there's a bare breast, because we all know that women's breasts are evil incarnate and looking at them will burn your retinas away, leaving you blind, blind, blind! And then, if that weren't enough, your sudden blindness will lead you to stumble down a manhole, which passes for the gates of hell, where you will spend the rest of eternity burning your sins from your soul. So beware the bare breast. Oh, and mild spoiler warning for the next chapter of SMHC. )

And then, because dickgloucester made a suggestion and then asked nicely, here's that other sketch again, slightly modified.

( No warnings nessecary here. Bare breasts are safely tucked away below the frame. )