One and a half chapters left to go. The climax is happening. Sentences are short. Many contain words like "blood," "scream" or "explosion." It's pulpy and delicious, full of angst and melodrama and over-the-topness. I'm probably going to have to cut it all and rewrite it.
I looked last night, and there were over fifty two thousand words in the draft. That means I can expect this to roll in at around fifty seven or fifty eight thousand, hopefully in a week or so.
I've made predictions like that before. They never work out.
All a corporation has to do to stand out, to be amazingly, startlingly, outlandishly progressive, is to say that it won't be evil. Just don't be evil. You don't have to, you know, go out of your way to be good. You can even be an irritant, or an impediment. You could be dangerously incompetent. But at least you're not evil.
Come to think of it, it's getting like that for politicians, too, isn't it? Just say you won't be evil. Instant boost in the polls.
Well, it might work if we thought we could believe any of them.
Colors are all over the place, and I think I'm going to have some interesting trouble rationalizing the shadow placement, or lack thereof.
I may have to suck the color out of bits of it and re-colorize, to see if that will work. Or repaint. Ugh. This is why one does color studies, if one is sensible. (And the shadows are why one uses properly lighted reference. I need to buy some action figures...)
Sometimes I manage to work all over from loose to detailed. I honestly think that's a good way to do things. However, this picture has not been cooperating. So, for now, I'm just working out from the middle. Whatever it takes, I guess.
Here's a closer look at the middle.
As always, looking at my own pictures is a happy-sad experience. (Edit for clarification: Happy I'm making any progress at all. Happy I've got something that maybe doesn't suck horribly. Sad that it isn't better, that it's never quite what I wanted.)
Today on the intarweb I read two comments about becoming a better artist (in the context of comic books, but they're general comments). One was "never be satisfied with your own work." Well, great, I've got that one down, pretty much. Never satisfied, no. Finished, on occasion, but never satisfied.
The other comment was that everyone has a thousand pages of crap they have to get through before they start producing something good. Hmm. About 998 pages to go, I think. :-/
Yeah, that picture again. I went back to the sketch and tightened up a few things, redrew a few others. Then I started trying to paint it again. Then I went back to the sketch again, and started painting again. Maybe this time...