11/365 - January 12, 2011 [2018 NOTE: Several posts ago, the date and the photo number stopped matching up. I was correcting it here on Patreon, but I'm just gunna stick with the info as it's noted on my old photo folder. Maybe something got mixed up when I was switching time zones???]
"Dracula: Undead and Loving It" is playing on the TV while Matt and I take turns passing my laptop back and forth, trying to customize my next comic's new website.
It took me about an hour to walk home (long, unfortunate story) so I'm happy to be bundled up in blankets and sitting on our comfy couch.

12/365 - January 13, 2011
"You better not write that you were 'helping' me cook when you post that."
Matt is the cook in our household because 1) he is good at it and 2) I AM TERRIBLE AND IT ACTIVELY MAKES ME UNHAPPY.
In an effort to take a little pressure off my poor husband, I'm supposed to cook on Thursday nights. But usually it winds up with Matt doing everything any way once I start flinching, shrieking and jumping backwards away from the juices spitting at me from the hot pots and pans on the stove.
So, no, I was not helping him cook tonight. I was, however, offering invaluable moral support.

13/365 - January 14, 2011
Headin' out for a fancy date.
All the runs in those thigh-high nylons have always been conveniently located at the top and bottom, easily arrested by clear nail polish and hidden by shoes and dresses. But tonight a run finally started right in the middle of my left calf, so I'm officially throwing them out. Really, I've gotten more than my money's worth out of them, seeing as my mom gave them to me about nine years ago.
...that, uh, that feels a little insane to admit publicly.
They were my favorite pair!

14/365 - January 15, 2011
One of my goals for 2011 was to socialize more. Go out more. Have friends over more. Try to reach out beyond our comfortable little cocoon of staying in and doing whatever it is we do when we're warm and cozy and oblivious to the outside world.
It's... it's actually been a lot of fun. Seeing friends, going out, having friends come over. I like it.
But then when they go we're so tired. I dunno man, this whole "socializing" thing takes it outta me afterward. Uhm, uh, not to imply that I regret it or don't want to continue! It's just an observation.
Jesus Christ, I'm only 27. Aren't I supposed to be going to dance parties until 2am or whatever it is people my age do?
I miss dancing.

15/365 - January 16, 2011
Working on my other comic project, Grimm, with my writer Brendan.
In late 2009 I was trying to come up with a new comic to work on after the up-coming end of DAR. I'd tried in vain to write my own story but man that is just not one of my skills, f'reals. So I told him about my vague idea (classic fairy tales re-interpreted to a more modern setting, which was basically just a vehicle for me to draw a fantastical environment with pretty costumes and creatures) and then he went and did all the hard stuff, like creating characters, plot and an overall cohesive story. It's its own story now, much, much better than the starting point Brendan had to work with.
We try to meet up once a week to work on the script and thumbnail the chapters. He's actually closing in on finishing the second draft, only a couple more chapters to go! So far I've thumbnailed the first two of the rewritten version. My goal is to start penciling March 1st and probably start syndicating it online in 2012, though it'd be awesome to start sooner.
Making art collaboratively with friends is pretty much one of my favorite things. Honestly, all of my best creative results have come from working with other people.
[2018 Note: We developed Grimm enough to have a full script, pitch package, and an agent start shopping it around to publishers, but then... it got derailed by editors leaving their companies and life and, the nail in the coffin, I started working on Oh Joy Sex Toy. I still think about Grimm pretty often and in my daydreams I'd love to work on it again. But, for the time being, it must lay dormant U_U My sweet comics baby, you did not get the time you deserved.]