I finally sat down last week and started drawing. I haven’t drawn any new Downs since the Gordon Lightfoot/HP Lovecraft mashup (“Terror in the Dark”) nearly two years ago, although I’ve contributed to the Panel anthologies.
Naturally, I’ve set myself up something at the outer edges of my abilities, a big establishing shot of a nightclub. I have the room mostly set, and now I just need to draw in 50 or so spear-carriers and ink the dang thing. And then do the other five pages.
It feels good.
Holy hannah, I am so rusty …
is it magic marker time yet?
Cripes, I have a lot of pencil-and-eraser time first. But we’re getting there.