04 Monday Jan 2016
My last sketchbook was dominated largely by Star Wars and Avengers. This one is mostly Doctor Who–that is, the pages that haven’t been donated to my 5-year-old sister’s art sessions. Whyyyy.
Anyway, here’s a few samples of what I’ve been working on:
Rose and the Doctor, visiting the Smithsonian–a WIP.
28 Monday Sep 2015
Writefury started it! X-D
Go check out her reply to the prompt. Right now. I command thee. đ
Also, in this story, there’s a cameo. Anyone who can correctly identify the cameo may make a demand of me. However, I can’t promise deadlines at the moment, so let’s just say I’ll do it when I can. đ
Interdimensional Physics for Dummies
               Gerald walked into interdimensional physics class to find his idiot friend doodling on the chalkboard with RoseArts, his bag forgotten by his usual seat. He smacked Michael in the back of the headârather gently, if he did say so himself. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he demanded. A few snickers came from the early-comers. They saw this drama enacted every day.
In fact, maybe thatâs why they came to class so earlyâŚ
âThat doesnât look like cursive to me,â Gerald informed Michael kindly. Michael ignored him, standing on tiptoes and stretching his skinny back to reach the top of the chalkboard. âSo what is it?â Gerald asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He immediately regretted his indiscretion.
So Michael might be partly deaf, but that didnât justify him ignoring people.
Michael finished part of his curve and stared at Gerald. âOh, hi!â he said, sounding surprised. His nerdy glasses were slipping down over the bridge of his nose, making him look even more stupid than usual. Gerald kindly pushed them back up, and they immediately began to slide back down again.
He didnât know why Michael wore them all the time. After all, he only needed them to read. He was farsighted, not blind!
âSo what is it?â Gerald asked, gesturing at the board.
âItâs a probability machine diagram,â Michael explained. âAnd it looks good.â
Why was Gerald friends with this idiot again?
The door opened and the professor marched in, several minutes before the rest of the class would come straggling in. âGood morning, boys,â he said in a voice that was far too bright for this horrible hour. He squinted at the chalkboard.
âIs that the Carson-Leither probability engine you were talking about earlier, Michael?â he asked, pulling his nerdy glasses out of his suit pocket and sliding them up the bridge of his nose. As far as Gerald was concerned, while Michael might need glasses for things close to his face, the professor didnât need them at all.
âYes, sir,â Michael said, continuing to draw.
âIâm afraid Iâll have to erase part of it later,â the professor said apologetically, sounding bipolar.
âI can take a photo with my cell phone, sir,â Gerald said, making a squid face at Michaelâs back.
âNo need. Itâs the principle of the thing, you see,â the Professor explained. Gerald didnât see, but of course he was not going to say that.
The professorâs watch alarm went off, Gerald and Michael sat down, and class began.
Seven and a half minutes later, the rest of the class rushed breathlessly in, madly waving coffee cups, books, papers, pencils, pens, highlighters, and in one memorable case, a lizard.
The professor asked them what the blackboard drawing was. None of them had any idea.
After all, they were all very late.
01 Tuesday Sep 2015
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The title of this #BlogBattle post is actually a play on words. It has a double meaning. See if you can figure it out! đ
âHey, Mara!â The ginger cat bounded in, slipping across the floor in an unintentional heap. âWhat do carob and peas have in common?â
âNo,â Mara groaned. âNot another crossword puzzle, Arrow!â She was his superior officer. This wasnât supposed to happen to her. On the other hand, she could order him to knock it off with the crossword puzzles⌠but then he might get started on the SudokuâŚ
And then again, she didnât want to abuse her authority over her fellow Time Agent.
âNo, Mara,â Arrow explained patiently. âItâs a joke.â Mara wheeled her office chair around, cautious to keep from catching her tail in the rollers.
âOkay,â she sighed. âWhatâs the punch line?â
âTheyâre both legumes!â Arrow announced. Mara rubbed her eyes with the back of a paw. There wasnât enough coffee in the world to deal with her junior partner. And yes, coffee is a legume too, her unruly mind supplied.
And then there was Cally, who was obviously crushing on Arrow. Why the litterbox would she want to do that? Mara pulled her thoughts away and focused on her junior.
âRemind me to never eat either again,â she sighed and went back to her mountains of paperwork.
03 Monday Aug 2015
Okay, I was just writing late one night and came up with this. Enjoy!
The Edge of Starlight
Itâs late. Talk to me.
Tell me about the sunset, the crickets, the pale glow of fireflies. Tell me about the soft night air.
Itâs late and Iâm tired, but I donât want to go to sleep just yet.
Talk to me.
Tell me a story. Anyone. Anywhere. Anywhen. Anything.
Tell me a good story.
Sing a song I can dream good dreams to, awake or sleeping.
Tell me the world sleeps while we sit here on the edge of starlight, wakeful, breathing in soft, dew-laden night breezes.
Itâs late. Talk to me.
05 Sunday Jul 2015
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