Sir, Butler and Boy ~ Pheasant Plucker ~ Page 8
I feel bad that James has spent most of this page as a bobbing head, but don’t worry- he’ll get his time in the limelight!
I drew this right after I got a sports massage for my shoulder/hand (the burdens of both drawing and doing pole fitness training 3x a week in the run up to a performance) which involved a lot of sleeping afterwards.
I almost didn’t make it with the comic but sometimes it’s all about sitting down, ignoring the messages and just cracking on with work. What distracts you most when you’re trying to get serious work done? I’m sure I’m not the only one!
That first panel though *dies*
This comic disturbs when I try to get something done (like right now). I’m a master of procrastination…
as long as you’re not ignoring pain signals as you crack on.
Tanya nearly wrecked her ability to write, let alone draw, by ignoring pain during a 24hour comics challenge.
You be very good to you sir :)
Research, and by research I mean what happens after you’ve learned the thing you’re looking into but keep looking into things. Eg. I am writing a story about a merman and was looking up deep sea sharks and ended up on a two day binge of videos/pictures/articles about different sharks, where they come from, what waters they live in, how long they live, what we know about them, mating habits, which have bioluminescence, etc. I had picked which shark I was using for the story about a half hour in, but I couldn’t seem to stop looking. And don’t even get me started on the week long research I did regarding military groups and church ranks… *headache* (same story)
By same story I meant both of those research binges were for the same story I’m writing.
Um, I can’t work out the angles. Shouldn’t Butler have his sliding hand palm up [inside of hand towards Sir’s head]? Human fingers don’t bend this way…
Sliding in fingers down because that’s how you make it prostate/gspot funtime!
I just didn’t know his hole was so high. Thought it was a bit lower than where we see Butler’s free fingers end. Ah, anatomy.