1. My story of Rex and Summer and "How They Met" completely went out the window. Still curious about the story? I'll give you the abridged - Rex and Summer met. Rex, upset he was no longer the one and only of the household, attempted suicide by eating a month's worth of Summer's seizure medication. Poison control was called, and vomiting induced. He then got the attention he so longed for by riding the T and spending the day with me at work, whining the entire day under my desk like a walrus (he had to be observed for 24 hours). He came through fine but then Summer's seizure meds weren't working and then she went on new ones that turned her into a meth baby, licking all the hair off the couch until she hacked and hacked and barfed and then Rex, helpful man that he is, would sweep in and eat it. He seemed to start liking her then more. Besides that, there were the parasites and a very awkward call to the vet from me which actually turned out to be Scott's office. So ya, basically I was too busy dealing with "their story" to actually draw it.
But luckily, I think the new story is better.
2. On a very different note, I thought the sketchbook was going to be much more "final art," but once I realized there was no time for that (see #1), it was so freeing! The end result is VERY sketchy but I felt so creative filling it up. I believe it is more of a success in the end. Now I can take that true creativity into something more final ...
3. And lastly, hey, I really like what I made. You know, that doesn't happen too often. Sad, huh?
So just a glimpse at the cover:
Yes, pretty plain, but here it is, with 1/3 of my muses (don't discount the hot dog!).
Perhaps when I get the scans in I will share some of the interior.
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