For littleworries who broke a thing today.
For cancer prevention and stuff.
Life is busier and progress is slower than I hoped, but I have completed a draft of the text and descriptions of all the images. The book will be 32 pages. The working title is The reason why I’m going to the moon for my birthday.
America the beautiful
I am thoroughly dissatisfied with the amount of drawing I have done so far this summer. I work best to deadlines. I have wanted to write a children’s book for a long time. Thus: August is my Personal Children’s Book Writing Month. The story is already in my mind. If I do a decent job of getting it out of my head and onto a computer, I will release it somehow, probably on paper with Lulu and/or on iBooks for iPad. I will post updates as I go.
I was given the use of an iPad today. I drew this.
“Like drinking people, Gerald Bidule speaks only about political fish, the daughter of his mind.” (For plumesofadamant)
plumesofadamant asked: Okay, this is kind of random, but could you draw this quote I got from Bad Translator? In my opinion it it's oddly reminiscent of the stuff you draw: "Like drinking people, Gerald Bidule speaks only about political fish, the daughter of his mind."
I’m so glad that someone finally found the courage to speak out about Gerald Wossname. I believe I speak for Spiffers, Boshy and all right thinking British people when I say this never-ending drivel about his imaginary daughter must stop now! Is Gerald a drinking person or simply mad? Whatever the answer, surely the asylum is the only place for him. —Lady Beeching-Twaddlecroft, Dorking
PS Young Master Gill of Lower Backpain has asked me to enclose his rudimentary effort at an illustration of the offending party. The quality is less than stellar, even for such a young man, but as his mother supplies the manor with a sublime lemon curd I was obliged to honour the request.
I thought I would draw something a little less surreal than usual.
Racist bird gets shouty during times of uncertainty.
Is that a bag of unauthorised birdseed under your wing?
The thing I don’t understand is where it learned English.
Calves do too have toes! (They lose them at about 14 months.)
This week in the Gill household, we have been talking about education policy.