So is my bartender "Don" or "Dawn"? How about Ceasario?
May I say how much it screws with my self-image that, as often as not, I seem to be the genteel one these days. Gah. *Gentle whack-whack of head on desk*
In other news, enjoying latest project.
Page 5, Panel 1: Close on Viola's face, sailors in background.
-Viola: And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is away in heaven.
Page 5, Panel 2: Viola turns to Captain and grabs him by the lapels, shaking him off balance.
-Viola: Maybe he is not drowned? What think you, sailor?
Page 5, Panel 3: Same pose as Panel 3, but no movement. Sailor sweatdrops.
Page 5, Panel 4: Same pose as Panels 3 and 4, but Viola's head hangs.
-Captain: It is but chance that you yourself were saved.
Page 5, Panel 5: Captain is gesturing wildly, orating.
-Captian: When you these poor number saved you, hung in our driving boat, I saw your brother...
Page 5, Panel 6: Still yacking and gesticulating.
-Captain: ...most provident in peril, bind himself
Courage and hope both teaching him the practice...
Page 5, Panel 7: Captain is still talking, but not Viola is dropping money into his outstretched hand while he talks. He looks gleeful, she resigned.
-Captain:...to a strong mast that lived upon the sea...
-Viola: For saying so, here's gold.
Yes, darlings, I'm attempting to script the graphic novel version of Twelfth Night. Why ever not? Except for, you know, not being able to do pen-and-ink to save my life. Anyone know an insane illustrator?
In other news, enjoying latest project.
Page 5, Panel 1: Close on Viola's face, sailors in background.
-Viola: And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is away in heaven.
Page 5, Panel 2: Viola turns to Captain and grabs him by the lapels, shaking him off balance.
-Viola: Maybe he is not drowned? What think you, sailor?
Page 5, Panel 3: Same pose as Panel 3, but no movement. Sailor sweatdrops.
Page 5, Panel 4: Same pose as Panels 3 and 4, but Viola's head hangs.
-Captain: It is but chance that you yourself were saved.
Page 5, Panel 5: Captain is gesturing wildly, orating.
-Captian: When you these poor number saved you, hung in our driving boat, I saw your brother...
Page 5, Panel 6: Still yacking and gesticulating.
-Captain: ...most provident in peril, bind himself
Courage and hope both teaching him the practice...
Page 5, Panel 7: Captain is still talking, but not Viola is dropping money into his outstretched hand while he talks. He looks gleeful, she resigned.
-Captain:...to a strong mast that lived upon the sea...
-Viola: For saying so, here's gold.
Yes, darlings, I'm attempting to script the graphic novel version of Twelfth Night. Why ever not? Except for, you know, not being able to do pen-and-ink to save my life. Anyone know an insane illustrator?