So there I was, sitting on deviantART just looking around at some of the newest submissions when I realized I hadn't said shit since the middle of NaNoWriMo. Okay then. For those of you who don't know, I did manage to break 50,000 words which makes me an official NaNoWriMo winner. The story isn't yet over though, so I'll keep plugging along until it is.

I realize that other than a few rough sketches made by request from a forum that I'm on, I haven't really submitted anything that resembles real "artwork" since my tribute to Jason. That kind of suggests that I haven't been working on anything, which couldn't be further from the truth. I just haven't done anything digitally. I need a new scanner. I keep posting the drawings to the scraps page because they're just photographs and it's really unprofessional to upload crappy photographs of equally crappy drawings. Okay, so I wasn't here to be professional to begin with, but still.

I'm sitting here thinking about stuff. I've been feverish since yesterday, but I don't have any other symptoms. I'm also awake even though I have to be up at 6:00AM because I spent the better part of the day sleeping it off. I wonder how this is going to feel tomorrow. That's going to be painful.

Okay, so this is the closest thing I can shit out for a journal update right now. Maybe I'll post something artsy tonight. Maybe I won't. We'll see what happens.

You can read along with my NaNo progress here:

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Here are the opening and chapter one:

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Check back regularly for updates, and mind the rules. ^_^

I am an official participant in NaNoWriMo this year. If you want to be my writing buddy, go here!
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Wish me luck! I may post chapters here in the near future.

On Sunday, September 6th 2009 my dear friend Jason Wendt took his own life. Before he had died, there had been no change in his attitude, no indication whatsoever that he was on the verge of any such tragedy.

Jason had been a disturbed individual with not many friends- but it did not define him. He was a strong person with a sharp wits, a great if not a little dark sense of humour, and a powerful kind of loyalty that you don't find in many people.

While he had a sketchy reputation and strange habits, this man was not dangerous. He sometimes would slip into a temporary madness, but not unlike the rest of us if someone reached in and pulled him back again he would gladly accept that hand. He clung to humanity. He had a special wonder for life. He was a talented artist, an intelligent person, and the world is colder now that he is gone.

I am left to sit here wondering why, as not I nor anyone else had been given any warning that such an act was on its way. There was nothing. Is it the loss of power or any options in a situation that make it easier to cope with, or is it those very things that make it so much more painful and difficult to understand?

There is no understanding. There are no words of comfort. There is nothing else left of him here.

So without knowing how to handle these feelings, I gathered my strength and a few resources to give him one last show of love and loyalty. Jason, you have been my sweetest inspiration and your portrait is one of the best pieces I have ever produced. I apologize that some details are off, but I did not have you to model for me this time.

I'm sorry that there was nothing I could do, and that you didn't think you could talk to me about this. But where ever you are now, I hope you have found what you were looking for and that you bleed no more.

I'm still around here somewhere. I'll be updating this thing more in the near future with some doodles. I'm kind of just being choosy. I don't know why I do that. -_-

In other news, I think I'm sick. Joy.