It's That Time Once MoreHello all!
Concerning my last journal post, I've been having quite the difficult time on resolution numero dos--that being to doodle at least once per day to sharpen skills and heighten activity on this page. Sadly, it seems that I've lacked, err, "proper" inspiration as I have completely seem to have lost motivation to draw or doodle in the slightest. And anything I currently produce is not up to par with my earlier works.
However, there seems to be more to it.
For those who may not have known, (pertaining to no one at all haha.) you can safely assume that I mainly draw anime. While this certainly is true, I also have a knack into drawing realism and appear to handle it much better than anime. However, I also seem to have a whacky pattern concerning the two...once I feel that I am "sucking" at one of the two styles, it's a red flag indicating that I should focus on the other and thus I draw the other awfully well (In my case) and vice versa.
As odd as that may sound, this is exactly w
Tickle Me MelanTICKLE ME MELAN!Tickle Me Melan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by Chill Winterheart
"Look Melan~!" I heard her squeal in delight, pointing at the orange-streaked Tokyo sky. School was done for the day, and we were flying home.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked softly. I gazed briefly at the tiny, brown-haired girl in my arms and looked up at the sky again. I nodded in agreement.
The crisis between Earth and Brigadoon finally ended a few days ago. With both worlds stable and the next Day of Pasca a hundred years away, I decided to stay with Marin at the nagaya. This despite the protests of the Chairman for Life Improvement Committee. This despite my own fear that I'd be useless to Marin, now that there are no more enemies to fight.
But my fears proved unfounded. Days passed by and I become more and more comfortable with the nagaya's daily human routine. I now escort her to and from school on a regular basis, and sometimes accompany her on her paper route. I no longer sen