Graphic Novels

As I wrap up production on Adan's book, I will begin a new project of epic proportions. Involving Benny the Baboon.

Everyone will need to keep their eyes peeled for our graphic novel, based on the Benny the Baboon musical. Initially, we are going to start publishing online. I'm shooting for a November start-date. Eventually, we will publish actual books for our Baboon-loving fans out there to take home and read to their baboon loving children. Who doesn't want to teach their kids about the lovingly violent ways of the baboon?

Iif anyone knows someone willing to help us out, we are looking for a digital painter for the project. Pro Bono, of course (or "Pro Baboon-o" nyuck nyuck). My painting skills are limited, especially when it comes to the use of a computer, so we are going to need to find someone to really make this world pop!

Additionally, if anyone would like to suggest some graphic novels that I can study for research, I'll be glad to take suggestions! :)

Projects

I'm pretty sure that I have too many unfinished projects floating around. Let's finish some, shall we?

Let's start with the "Adan the Tiger" book.

Then move to a Benny the Baboon graphic novel.

And, oh. There's still "Alby..." to think about.

And what ever happened to that baby blanket I was crocheting for Adan? Ugh!

Over the summer I took a trip to northern California for a friend's wedding. Adan, my husband, and I stayed with my parents for the short visit. One afternoon my mother mentioned to me a stack of papers that had been under the bed in my old room, that a family friend had brought them over to give to me, and asked if I had wanted them. This was about the sixth time she had asked me, and every time I told her to just give it away to the elementary school down the street. It had been customary since my birth, practically, to give me paper and often times the paper was of poor quality. So, I wasn't jumping at the chance to even look at it.

"The print shop [where our family friend works] is no longer using that type of paper," my mother began. At the word "print shop" I got up from my seat and followed my mother to the box. "So [our friend] brought it over to us because she thought you would like it."

We dusted off the top of the huge flat box and lifted the lid.

It was like opening a treasure chest: high quality, toothy, beautiful, thick paper.

Sorry, elementary school. This paper is mine.



Unfortunately, I decided to take on the illustrations in watercolor and didn't consider the warping water would cause to the paper. It's minimal, though, and shouldn't affect the final look too much, especially after I scan the pages.

Slowly I'm getting this done. But it will get done.

I finally finished the final text. I'm buckling down for the next few days to try and knock out a few pages.



A friend of mine sold a movie script to Warner Brothers. It's insane what a person can do with their talent if one works hard enough. He told an interviewer that he obviously put in his two weeks at his current job.

My body hurts. I wake up in the middle of the night with my joints throbbing.

I don't want to be doing my day job for the rest of my life.