I feel old; high school was a while ago. Anyway, here’s a collection of fun stuff I originally made to share with my sister Chea. I wasn’t sure if I should post this stuff to my blog since it would probably be of little interest to anyone other than myself, but then I remembered that my entire blog is usually of little interest to anyone other than myself, so what the heck? Let’s take a look after the jump.
Greetings! Here are the first two chapters of my book. It’s only a rough draft; it definitely needs a lot of work. As I continue writing and receive feedback (if you, the reader, would be so kind) I will revise it.
The above link is a .pdf version of the chapter. This is the best way to view it. On the next page is the chapter in regular old. text form. I hope you enjoy!
Link to Chapters 3 & 4 (coming soon)>>
Hello! While writing my second manga I wanted to make a record of the process so I could share with you. Now, I haven’t read a great deal of manga in my time nor did I read any tutorials or ask any artists. That, I think, goes a great way toward explaining how my first one turned out…. Anyway, let’s take a look at the process!
Page 1: Story of #1
Page 2: Drawing & Editing #1
Page 3: Concept of #2 and Storyboarding
Page 4: Drawings of #2
The first one started with a short story. Except for the image of Milo, I had no visuals in my head. Here is the original story:
It’s time for another writing challenge! (Here’s the first in case you missed it.) This time around, writers were asked to submit a sentence containing synesthetic elements. Synesthesia is a condition in which a person perceives stimuli as if they belonged to a different sense (e.g. seeing musical colors or tasting sounds). Mixing perceptions like this can add layers of meaning or feeling to what you’re writing; we were asked to demonstrate thus. Here’s mine:
In the 1920s, as the apocryphal tale goes, Ernest Hemingway was challenged to write a story only six words long. He turned out the above story and considered it his best work. In so doing, he revived interest in the genre of flash fiction. Last week an old friend challenged me and others to write our own six-word stories. Let’s take a look at my entry and a few of my favorites after the jump.
There comes a point in every man’s life when a judge forces him to deliver a written apology to a man he’s assaulted. This is that letter:
Dear Mr. Smith,
First of all, Hi! How are you? I hope the wife is doing well. In fact I know she is, but that’ll have to wait for another court-mandated letter. In the meantime, give her my love (or just leave the back door unlocked so I can continue to do it for you). How about the little tyke Junior? That’s great. So happy for you. Anyway, I’m writing to respond to the incident that happened in Joe’s Tavern last week. I trust that you have been released from the hospital by now. So let’s jump in, shall we?
Many thousands of years ago, when our fragile race was still new, there lived two men who were quite gifted, but also quite poor. The first man had a knack for sewing clothes but hungered for want of food. The second man quite skillfully grew vegetables but cried in pain, for his back was scorched by the fires of the sun. One day the first man took up an armful of his clothes while the second man carried a bushel of his crops. Desperately the two wandered aimlessly until after a while they happened upon one another.
The hungry seamster and the naked farmer stood at a distance with their wares, each having what the other wanted. Lo, there was but one misfortune keeping them from quenching their desires. The government had not been invented yet, so these two merchants were incapable of trading with one another. Without the economic guidance of the government, they could only stare at one another, dumbfounded. O, how happy we are, for without the government we all would be everlastingly poor!