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Starting Over
by Carapace

Those keen of sight or paying the least bit of attention may have noticed that I've rebooted this machine. Last year was cursed, CURSED I TELL YOU, by computer disasters and health failures. I woke up this winter and decided heck with it, let's go again. And so again I am going. 

I'll be updating with multiple page chunks every other Monday (so the next update will be Feb. 13!) for the foreseeable future. I'm really happy with how things are going; I hope any of you who read along last time will stick around for this.  I know reboots can be frustrating. If you want to drift off for a bit and come back later, I completely understand- but honestly, this is so much better, I really think you should stick around. I know I'm having more fun.

To those who emailed or commented elsewise, thanks! If you want to join the commenty crowd now you can always follow me over on DeviantArt, where I post a couple days early for beta-readers, or on Twitter, where as @Carabrains I natter profusely.  Or you can just leave comments in the box beneath! I promise I cherish each one.

 

See you in a couple Mondays!

Dead Work
by Carapace

I have spent ALL DAY- as in, twelve hours- drawing a page I am still not happy about. This isn't artblock; I know what I'm drawing, I'm on the inking and shading phase, and but and...nothing's coming together. Inside Hill House lines do not meet and expressions do not cohere. The occasional sense I've trained into my fingers that lets me lift or impress a line is just not working for me today. The inks, today, are failing like meringues in wet weather- I KNOW what to do, and conditions are just not letting me do it.  

Except that if this were really meringues I would know how to fix the problem. I am aces with meringues. I can save them in a monsoon, without even using extra sugar. With this page I am just watching my work fall into a sodden heap again and again.

A great writer once called this "the dead work", like chopping wood all year to enjoy the living warmth of a fire in winter. Just sheer bull headed practice with faith that it will pay off in improvement later, in those moments when I get to  look at my hand doing its dang job and be briefly satisfied that I have, maybe, a little bit, improved.  

I believe in the dead work.  So I do the wretched stuff,and if I were on any deadline but self-imposed betawork deadline I'd take this wet mess o' page and post it. But I'm not, and I've worked myself into a migraine and hand cramps, and I'm pretty sure I'm at the point where continuing will only make everything worse.  So I'm headin' to bed for a couple hours.

So all of this to basically say, yeah, page will be late. BUT WORK IS HAPPENING.  So much dead, rotting work.  And any hour now the lightning will strike and it will come to unholy unlife...

Coming Back in October
by Carapace

So hey, it turns out living in close-quarters exile creates doomplagues! WHO KNEW. And now it's almost the end of September, and I've been so sick for most of it I didn't even post a note! haha, it's awesome because I'm horribly behind.

 

I'll be back next week, though! With...something. I SHALL SEE. But I miss my updating, I do, even if I'm the only one here. :P

I'm On Fire
by Carapace
Well, not ME, per se, but my home and surrounding wilds are fenced in by fire, smoke, and the constant threat of MORE fire and smoke. I've been evacuated; I'm fine, or as fine as a person can be when they don't know the existential status of their earthly goods. But this IS interfering with my production schedule juuuuust a touch. I'll be back next week either way! Just, packing my life up has proved to be more disruptive than I would wish.

Next week! Bet money!
Reboot Redo Reformat
by Carapace

Before I forget to mention it: I'M GOING TO ANIMEFEST IN DALLAS! I WILL HAVE MY OWN TABLE! I AM SO NERVOUS I MAY BEGIN DEVOURING PENCILS LIKE A BEAVER ah frack if anyone reading this is going to Afest stop by and say hiiiii and make me fun of me so I know I'm not alone.

Anyway!

50-some pages in, and I'm beginning to feel like I know something about how I want to tell this story. >_< Good  thing I had planned to redo the first 20-some pages from the beginning anyway, right?

Especially since I appear to have lost those PSDs in the Great Hard Drive Crash of Aught 'Leventy. Those grapes aren't sour at all!
No, really, they're not. I HAD planned to redo Overture from the beginning. I reached a point where getting an inadequate draft out was the only way to get anything out at all, so there I went.  Losing those files only adds to the inevitability of doing them again.

I'm not alone on this, of course- a LOT of webcomics end up remaking early pages. Some remake the whole comic. Even the big company shared-universe comics restart with fair regularity. While I'm not intending to reboot a darn thing- I just want to edit my horrible bloated intro-plenty of people do. Some to the point of addiction (don't name names, Cara, don't name names...) or to the detriment of the story actually going anywhere.

Not a lot of other media get away with this sort of constant rejiggering...except oral traditions. A song, even a popular one, is a morphic entity, changing for every performer.  Could plays be considered to change the original material by performance? Bedtime stories and fairy tales USED to get this sort of treatment, back when it was possible to tell a story about kidnapped princesses without having seven varieties of fanboy pop up to tell you what the "true" version is.*  I'm not sure why comics** also get this treatment- imagine a novel series announcing in volume six it was just going to start over, it would be Not Popular. Maybe it has to do with the ephemeral nature of original comics? Printed in papers or as books, they were pretty much meant to be thrown away once. The idea of hoarding and obsessing and remembering every detail of continuity is pretty new.

But that's another post. This is just a thing I wonder about, and a thing I am going to totally take advantage of.

Only two pages this week, because I AM GOING TO ANIMEFEST AND I MUST PREPARE LIKE THE WIND! Whoosh, and away!


*THERE IS NO ONE TRUE VERSION OF A FOLKTALE. THANK YOU.

**Yes, yes, COMICS IN AMERICA. That's the culture I know, so I'm not going to pretend to speak about any other.  Well. And online. Which is a little bit bigger than "America" by juuuuust a pinch, ya know?