Wednesday, September 30, 2020

My Inktober List

Like most artists/aspiring artists, I was planning to participate in "Inktober" this year but suffered a major "Broken Pedestal" moment when word of Jake Parker's blatant plagiarism got out. He even stakes unnecessary legal claim to the very term "Inktober" and everyone else has been ranting and raving up a storm. 

So, long story short: pretty much all the fun has been sucked out of the event before the event even started.

But then somebody mentioned we can always come up with our own prompts, without having to rely solely on Mr. Parker's list.

Sure, why not?

In any case, I could use a bit of art therapy. It's been a pretty crummy year; I need to do something fun.

So, with a little help from my friends, here's my list:

  1. Spooky trees

  2. A pumpkin patch

  3. Sad faun

  4. Silly unicorn

  5. Dancing dragon

  6. Swimming centaur

  7. Fairy ring

  8. "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"

  9. Cleo meeting Wart and Merlin as fish

  10. Figaro wearing Pinocchio's clothes

  11. Bambi frolicking

  12. Baby unicorn

  13. Snorkeler

  14. Scuba diver

  15. Scary movie night

  16. Video game night

  17. Super Mario

  18. Candy's dandy

  19. Halloween horse

  20. Cute little ghosts

  21. Cute little witch

  22. Cute little vampire

  23. Cute little werewolf

  24. My favorite villains

  25. Venus fly trap

  26. Hero/villain outfit swap

  27. Beowulf howling at the moon

  28. Disney trick-or-treating

  29. My own OCs celebrating Halloween

  30. Halloween goodies

  31. Fantasy Halloween party

Fantasy Pirates

I like to have more than one writing project. I usually have a whole bunch of ideas, and this keeps me from getting too burned out. 

Furthermore, I would like to write several stories that take place in the same world. "Era hopping" is awesome and there are a few things that tie every single story together, similar to Redwall and The Chronicles of Narnia

For this particular story, I thought it'd be neat to have some "fantasy pirates." This story will take place after Terence's time, but before Reid's time. 

The current king of Daire will be Tobias, but aside from his daughter, most of the Lactantius family will be taking a back seat for this one. Beowulf will be in this one, too, but only for about half of it.

Most of the focus will be on a teenage boy named Finn Burroughs, the son of very wealthy parents. Not quite royalty, but plenty prestigious in their own way. 

In stark contrast to Reid's parents, Finn's parents watch him like a pair of hawks and take it upon themselves to live his life for him. They mean well, as most parents do, but they come down pretty hard on anything their son does that they don't approve of...which, it goes without saying, is virtually everything the boy does. 

Kind of like King Triton in The Little Mermaid, along with a female copy.

What Finn wants more than anything is adventure, particularly adventure on the open sea. His biggest idol is Captain Marcus Daggers, a half-elf who is also a notorious pirate. 

You can tell he's half-elf because of his beard; true-blue elves don't have any facial hair, apart from lengthy sideburns. 

No one really knows who he is or where he comes from, and he never gives anyone who asks a straight answer. He resorts to the "Multiple-Choice Past" trope. 

Whoever he is, one thing is for sure: he can be quite charismatic. He knows how to lure people in like fish in a net, and he knows he's caught an especial whopper with Finn Burroughs. 

As you may have guessed, there's more to Daggers than meets the eye (there's a rather sinister reason why they call him "Daggers") and Finn is about to get a most unpleasant dosage of reality. 

This is where Beowulf comes in. Beowulf and Daggers have "a history" with each other; the old werewolf has been chasing the old buccaneer all over the place for years. Daggers has done many things for which he got off scot-free, but he finally did something that sends Beowulf out for his blood. Beowulf intends to "catch" him once and for all. 

Thanks to Finn, Beowulf's got a lead once again, and in the werewolf's own words,"That slippery eel won't get away this time."

So, yes, Finn is your typical "be careful what you wish for" protagonist who finds himself way in over his head, who learns the hard way that the life of a pirate isn't all it's cracked up to be, that maybe (just maybe) his parents had a valid reason for their strictness after all. To be fair, his parents also have a lesson to learn about being too strict, about trying too hard to shape your children's lives to suit your own standards, about driving your children (however unintentionally) into the open arms of bad influences. I'd say Finn and both his parents have equal share in the blame. 

Such a lesson comes to call when Finn gets to know some of the crew better, the pirates who turn out to be quite honorable, who are only pirates in the first place because they have nothing else, who would give anything to have a permanent home to call their own. 

Introducing Hock, Grim, and Crow:


Hock is the faun. Being the friendliest of the bunch, he's the first to take Finn under his wing and help the boy out. He's also the first to react badly to Finn's deliberate renunciation of home and family; he asks the boy loud and clear, "What were you thinking?"

Hock's parents abandoned him when he was very young, and to the present day, he would give an arm and a leg to have what Finn has. He gets along well enough in the world, every bit as kind as he is clever, and he loves the ocean as well as any sailor would...but the ocean's not "home." Finn slowly starts to realize his mistake when Hock tells him in no uncertain terms how lucky he was to have a home, to have parents who cared about him in spite of their harsh ways, and how stupid he was to give all that up for a life of so-called "freedom."

If they were in Toy Story 2, their argument would go something like this: 

"I don't have a choice, Hock. This is my only chance."

"To do what, Finn? Spend the rest of your life on a ramshackle boat, watch the entire world sail right past you, and never be loved again? Some life!"

Grim is the dwarf. He's half-blind, but as tough-as-nails as they come. Yes, he's a bit rough around the edges, but once you get past his hard shell, you'll find an extraordinary amount of good stuff underneath. 

He'll eat just about anything; some say he'll eat raw squid if he gets hungry enough, and he won't refute such a claim. He also gives Captain Jack Sparrow a run for his money when it comes to his love for rum: "WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE???"

While Grim takes the longest to warm up to Finn, he'll eventually defend the boy with his own life, and give the boy as sound a Scotch blessing as Hock gives him once word gets out that the boy left home on purpose. Grim lost his entire family through no fault of his own, and so, like Hock, he had to go where he could and make the most of what he had. He'd give up a whole cellar's worth of rum in exchange for a place to stay for good. 

Crow, the human, made the same mistake that Finn made in his own youth: running away from home in search of adventure. Unlike Finn, however, Crow doesn't have a home to come back to anymore. His whole family is long gone, and his loss haunts him every day. Beneath that cocky smile, he harbors a wonderful amount of pain and regret. Upon learning Finn's story, he's torn between empathizing with the lad and raking him across the coals. 

Crow's not very strong, but his agility and cunning make up for his lack of brute strength in spades. He lets people believe he's not too bright, including Daggers. But the moment that silly facade disappears, even Daggers is in for a big surprise. 

With these three ship mates, Finn's greatest ambition soon changes from "leaving home at all costs" to "getting home in one piece at all costs." 

Beyond that, it isn't long before he starts seeing them less as "ship mates" and more as "family." After all, family goes far beyond mere biological ties. 

Sounds pretty predictable, and I suppose it is. Still, it's in the early stages and there's no rush. You've got to start somewhere

Besides, I'm finding myself getting more and more excited about it. That's what counts the most, right?

As of now, I don't plan to make this a series; it will be a standalone book. 

And it's always fun to bring my characters to life in illustrations. These illustrations serve as necessary fuel to keep my creative mind going.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Butterscotch Mather

We should remember all past faces,
Fond recollections none can compare.
If someone leaves us, just remember,
You’re so much richer for all that you shared.

So look back with love, don’t despair…

Beautiful memories last a lifetime,
They’re beside you every day.
Beautiful memories of our old friends,
Close to our hearts, they will stay.

Yes, we will miss them, but remember,

All of the good times, all that you’ve done.

Their warmth and their laughter, heartfelt moments,

These should be savored like golden sun.

The best of your dreams are to come…


Beautiful memories last a lifetime,

They’re beside you every day.

Beautiful memories of our old friends,

Close to our hearts, they will stay.


Beautiful memories last a lifetime,

They’re beside you every day.

Beautiful memories of our old friends,

Close to our hearts, they will stay.


Close to our hearts, they will stay…


"Beautiful Memories" ~ Alvin and the Chipmunks

Bye-bye, Butterscotch

It's over. 

Mom and I just got home from the vet. We made that difficult decision to have Butterscotch euthanized. He's now in the backyard in a cardboard box, and we're going to call a neighbor to come help us dig a grave.

As hard as it was to do it, I'm glad we did it. 

Butterscotch was in such awful shape, and this very morning, my conscience got the better of me. The way he dragged himself around the house, the awkward way he moved about when he tried to lie on my bed, the sound of his meow...I couldn't stand it. 

So, we swallowed our pride and picked up the phone.

The first vet we called could only schedule him for October 23, but from what she heard about our cat, she said she wouldn't recommend waiting that long. So, she referred us to another vet in town that's actually a lot closer, just a couple of blocks from home.

Due to COVID-19, they could only do curbside service but they were able to take him in right away. Then we kept in touch through our phones.

From what they said, Butterscotch was "a real sick old dude." His nervous system wasn't working correctly, which explained the awkwardness of his back legs. He was seriously underweight, his blood pressure was low, he was very old (16 years), and overall, not much else could be done for him; the few options we did have would have cost us hundreds of dollars. Even then, that would have only guaranteed him a few more years, most likely with a great deal of pain.

Even if money was no object, we knew it wouldn't be right to prolong the poor guy's misery any longer, not if we could help it.

So, we gave our permission for the euthanasia, which came to a little more than a hundred dollars. Easily affordable.

The house is loads quieter and emptier already. My bed feels bigger. I keep turning my head, expecting to see him curled up right there. I won't look at chicken or butterscotch candy the same way again. We might give the rest of his cat food to someone else.

I miss him...and yet I feel a bit better, too. My conscience has been eased; he's not sick or hurting anymore, the guy who brought him out told us we did the right thing, and we have to laugh at the idea of Butterscotch meeting Dad in heaven, since they weren't each other's favorite person.

Don't give Dad too much trouble up there, Butterball. Make sure you play nicely with Lucky and Boo-Boo, too.









































Sunday, September 13, 2020

Concerned About Butterscotch

Butterscotch isn't looking too good these days.

He doesn't eat as much, and when he does, he goes more for the soft food from a can than from the crunchy cat food.

He moves about with a strange limp, and he goes up and down stairs a lot more slowly.

What worries me the most is that we can easily feel his bones under his fur. I can run my fingers all the way down his spine like a little staircase, I can feel his ribcage, his hips look a bit crooked, and his back legs stick out in a funny way. I'm the most concerned about those back legs. He even sounds like he's hurting when he meows.

I did a bit of research; it's possible he could have diabetes, arthritis, or kidney failure.

Guess the only way to know for sure is to take him to the vet.

That's what I'm worried about most of all.

They might have to put him down (that's what happened with my previous two cats when we took them in) and even if they could treat him, he's definitely over the hill. He's half my age (16 years) and I don't want him to live the rest of his life in pain.

Still, putting him to sleep is not a decision to be made lightly, either. Especially when I've had him for as long as I have (he was just a month-old kitten when we first got him) and I'm not sure how ready I am to let him go.

I love him...but my conscience is getting the better of me.

I spoke to Mom about it a little earlier, and she's as conflicted as I am.




Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Completed Color

It's been a while since I made an art post, and I'm happy to say I've got some of my old "PIPs" inked and colored, with the invaluable assistance of my dear friend, Kel, also known as "Senshee" or "SensheeFox." I don't expect her to make the black, crisp lines for every single sketch I make; that would take literally forever. 

Even so, we make quite an artistic team, if I do say so myself! Some of these pictures most likely would never have seen the light of another day otherwise.













SNAP Around the World

Every year, my family participates in the SNAP program and I try to attend at least one of the two performances. This year, I was able to ...