Boys are in bed

Reagan and Draco hit the hay hours ago as they both have early days. I'm the hardy sort who won't be lured to bed at 1am, so I stayed up later to draw.

Or rather bash my head against my tablet.

After the VP debate Draco and I took a trip to the bookstore as his paycheck was burning a hole in his pocket. Besides two Gaiman books and The Difference Engine, he bought a steampunk anthology I put into his hands. The marvelous Marly has a story in there. :D

Wandering the bookstore stacks, I didn't get to read more than a couple pages of her story, but it did dump one vivid enough image into my mind. I sketched it later while watching a little TV, and tried putting color to it once I was back at my desk.



Not my finest work. The problem is partially a failure in vision, partially a failure in technique, and partially a failure in knowing my tools.

Inspired, in part, by a conversation with Draco as he was getting ready to pay for his purchases (how to make the creative? workworkworkworkwork!), I've decided to wave my arms at Reagan more in the next few months and make gains with my coloring chops by the end of the year.

While I had a fair bit (read: under $30) of green burning a hole in my pocket, I didn't spend any of it because I don't need another novel on my already towering stack, and nothing in the periodicals section looked like it would help me work more. I have inspiration aplenty already.