I needed a break from the Internet after my last journal post. This was partly due to disillusion with some of the work I’d posted online and partly due to offline concerns that would make fascinating reading if I didn’t exercise restraint. I’ve sent friends a few emails but haven’t logged onto DA until now.
I ended my last journal by saying I’d like to concentrate on work that feels right for me. For a month or so afterwards nothing felt as right for me as landscaping and gardening. Late autumn and early winter in Hobart are good times for outdoor work and the mornings have been good for walks. When a sun that
Right now I’d like to be drawing but I’ve got a bit of offloading to do. If you’re not in the mood for this just go through my recent faves or look at someone else’s page.
Between 2012 and 2014 I spent a lot of time on Scorched Earth, a post-apocalyptic science fiction series. It began as a collection of purely evocative works, not a serious attempt at world building. It was certainly never intended to be the start of a franchise like Star Wars, Warhammer, etc. It nonetheless proved popular and many people have told me they’d like to see it become something more.
They’ve had many different ideas – s
Life’s looking much better than it was a few months ago. The fires that burned across the state are mostly out or under control, and I’m typing to the sound of rain which works wonders for my mood. Frances is back to full strength and she’s quickly earned the respect of her new boss and co-workers. Proving he’s not one to quit, my father’s logged a few more hours’ flying in a Turbo Lance. We’ve had some in-depth conversations about the pros and cons of standard, T-and V-tails which could have echoes in my future work.
We’ve seen some semi-feral cats about, and Frances was humane enough to take