Robbi and I are creatures of different rhythms. I am early to bed, early to rise. She is never to bed never to rise. Which means we are like ships in the night. Which means while I saw logs, she makes magic with her pen.
So this is what I got to see in my Instagram feed this morning.
Inking, on light table, using original sketch as reference.
Inking complete. Contemplation of all that has gone right and all that can still go wrong when paint is applied.
Pausing briefly to register that white stripes have been applied to beach ball and nothing has yet gone wrong. Indulging in delusion that the painting is somehow “perfect” as is and therefore complete before realizing that this is fear-induced hogwash and deciding to push forward.
Painting complete. A glance at the clock suggests that it is now 3:15 a.m. and time for bed.
I love this illustration, and not just because it’s inspired by my story (http://www NULL.bobbledybooks NULL.com/writing-prompt-castles/) about the boy and the castle with the moat full of beach balls.
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But I warn you, I’m going to be hard to beat.