[NOTE: I made this post before my website went down and it never made it online, so rather than delete it or let it sit here for who knows how much longer, I’m posting it. There have been many changes in life since writing this, though it says something I’m sure. Chris 11/12/20]
New adventures: comics. Also, getting the Mountain Manor shaped up for winter(get some good outdoor shots of the house). Halloween stuff
Lately I’ve had a lot more time to get back into art, and in fact, will be making a comic book with a good friend of mine I haven’t really talked to in years. We stared talking again over the past few months and things have progressed from there. He wants to write and I want to draw, what better ways to combine our interests and our efforts. We have a loose story so far, and I’ve done a few sketches for it here and there, it’s really made me want to get back into art. It feels good to have something to strive for, something deeply personal and yet something that has the potential to be seen by a very wide audience. I have even began to push myself in my art, trying new things like color and digital work, with mixed results haha. I’m hoping to open up the store portion of the site, so if you’ve stuck around this long, it may be a chance to get some of my photography or art!
In addition to getting things rolling more with art, I’ve been getting the “Mountain Manor” a little more livable and tidy, with a lot of help from Jill, which was much appreciated. It’s my space, it’s my place, I’m here a lot more so I should start getting it shaped up and using it. It feels more like home these days, and these long nights I can’t sleep, but it’s looking good in my opinion, even without drywall or floor sans a few coats of paint. It will feel good to leave this place on adventures and come back to put up pictures and trinkets from said Adventures. I hope someday I can find a way to have this whole house, or a way to build my own in a place this nice.
Normally Halloween is my favorite time of the year, this year shaping up to be the best in a long time.. but as they say, things change. Nonetheless, it had it’s share of good times, the kind I’d never really experienced before. Carving and painting pumpkins with the kids, picking out costumes with them and Jill, going to pumpkin patches and letting them pick out the ones they wanted.. It was a good time, it was different, it made me miss my mom horribly.
“Oh it’s Christmas so we’ll stop
’Cause the wine on our breath puts the love in our tongues
So forget the names
I called you on Christmas Eve
In fact forget the entire year
Don’t reflect just pretend and you won’t feel scared
You won’t feel a thing
’Cause it’s all been tucked away
And once you’re tucked in bed
You’ll hold on to the day for the last few seconds
Your cradled face is protected from the wind
And I’ll protect you I promise I will
And the rest of our lives will be just like Christmas
With fewer toys
You’re a good girl and I’m a good boy
Or so I thought”