I continue to throw graphite at the unwilling little sketchbook of which I have written about lately. I’ve had no evidence of anything close to supernatural brilliance bubbling up from the pad’s cheap little pages, but I continue to make a go of it. I’m using it as a sketchbook should be used in that I am trying to craft compositions on pages that are the shape of an average comic book panel. In my typical freelance work I was never afforded the opportunity to draw monsters clobbering one another or damsels in distress. I usually did humorous spot illustrations that accompanied a light newspaper article. They were fun, and I was glad to do them, but it wasn’t monsters kicking the tar out of one another.
So I’ll continue to rough out figure positions and fight choreography in the crappy little sketchpad from Five Below as I sit on a couch with a cat and a spouse.