Wanderlost: “Tongue-Tied” Page 19

Wanderlost Page 19
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Poor Chloe.

I’m happy to get another color page up on time. I still need to get my lettering approach down. As soon as I get our tax return, I’m gonna splurge on TypeTool to create my own font. Unless someone knows of a good open source font creator.

Either way, it’s long past due. I really enjoy the flexibility in drawing that lettering separately gives me. Instead of ruling lettering guides down and painfully penciling and inking the dialog before I drew anything, I now draw with a vague idea where text will be, then do the lettering on a separate sheet.

But I’d rather just do it all in Illustrator. It saves my hand from cramping as I ink over the penciled letters. Fortunately the next Wanderlost story will have less dialog. And the one after that hardly any dialog at all. (Even though I am letting the pig speak, he really doesn’t want to.) I’d rather save my hand for drawing and more adventurous lettering, like sound effects.

Whinging over.

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Wanderlost: Tongue-tied Page 17

There is a page

It is in color. It’s not the best page. It’s not the worst. Actually, I think the dialog is funny. Ma Pig cracks me up. And Dr. Knott is a nut. But I do regret putting Ma in a polka-dot dress. It’s no problem drawing those circles, but filling them in with yellow is tedious.

Such is my lame attempt at writing production notes. Really, whaddya wanna know? I drew it, scanned it, colored it. Ta-da!

That’s nice, toon boy. Now draw another one.

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Wanderlost: Still Recuperating

still recuperating

Drawn in 100% Sharpie!

I’ve been doing exercises, as sent to me by the kindly and thoughtful

, but I overdid it the other day, incurring the throbbing soreness up my whole arm. So more rest.

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, I succumbed to inexplicable fatigue this weekend. I was okay on Saturday – entertaining Owen with dinosaurs, pancakes and ice cream – but Sunday I just wanted to stay in bed all day. I got the evening after Jenn came home from work. I would have let her rest after her crazy long week of moving to a new oncology facility, yet she insisted I do it based on her quick read of my visible symptoms: “You look like shit, go to bed.”

I feel better now. The wrist and thumb have these pin-prickly sensations. I’m resting the hand as much as possible. I have to masturbate with my feet.


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