I did not write over the weekend. I did not draw in the same time span either. I will say that it was due to reasserting how old I am.
I had my most immediate children over and spent time wrestling and running with as well as carrying them and a football around. We also threw the football around... a lot.
I am either beginning to feel how old I actually am, or just how much out of shape I am. Either way I felt it all today. Sore lower back and shoulder are my lingering reminders. Come to think of it, it could really be the post-accident soreness I am feeling. You see, I was dashing to snag a beautiful pass from my son when my foot caught the stem sprinkler and ruined my stride. I half ran into and half collided with the cedar fence. My head received a nice goose egg bruise and my arm (having been in an awkward angle to catch the ball and myself in fall) was very difficult to move for a bit. And me, knowing how impressionable kids can be, muscled through the pain and stiffness.
A father is a child's assessment of what 'men' are supposed to be.
I did draw, if you can call it that, with the picture from my previous post.
Ah, who am I kidding? I erased a majority of the darker lines because the perspective still did not look right. I have sketched it in a bit more to try and find a visually pleasing and personally satisfying concept. These sketches are my primary outlet for drawing, instead of the actually story, because the time I find to do them coincide with time that I am spending with customers to resolve their issues. I will not distract from those I am trying to help by working on something that means so incredibly much to me and that requires my dedicated attention.
I may, when I feel comfortable with the visual character concept, work towards page layouts and storyline pacing while at work.
For now, I am rediscovering my love of the story and character.
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