Time (Ironically)

I have to restart this. Something weird happened to the old post, everything came up as white bars.

About two posts ago I mentioned something about taking your time. I still believe that's entirely true, but I've also noticed the opposite problem. That being time itself.I never realized I was such a social creature until I tried drawing on a schedule. Well, that's note entirely true. I didn't have a schedule. So I guess this post will be more about planning. Planning was never my strong suit, it's caused me more grief than I can adequately put to words.

Right now I'm working on a prologue story. It's going to be five pages long, two of which are done (except for colouring). I started this particular story when I was in my comic book class and blew through the homework (that was the two finished pages) without an issue. The inking took two days, the pencils, if I'd done it all at once, would have taken me a day, and the trouble I found I had was with the placement of word bubbles (you'd be surprised how irritating those things are). And that only took me a few hours to figure out and fix, the problems wont present themselves in my future works. I figured I'd blow through the remaining three pages no problem.

But here's the thing. My time isn't like class time. Nobody's riding me to finish on my time. I should have seen that coming, but I didn't, so I didn't put anything solid down. I figured I'd do it, no problem. I seriously didn't know I was out of the house so often. That and the $1500 dollar prize for a t-shirt contest took my attention, but I worked on that while I wasn't able to work on the pages for the most part.

Now I'm strapping down. The first prologue short will be done in two weeks. I don't have plans, it'll get done. Assuming I don't have to rewrite these posts anymore.