HEY.
HEY ITS PAGE 18.

There's a neat incentive today too (at least I think it's neat. :\) So please vote if you have some time.

Yes.
I really need to get work done today, because I've been horribly lazy. For some reason, I get this huge block whenever I try to work on page 25...I'll be faster when it's done. :B

BUT I also need to see my MAN.
You know who I'm talking about.
My maaaaaan.
<3 VOLDEMORT <3
He's SO dreamy.

Ahem.

( Oh look its the old version of the page! )

So I went yesterday to CVS to pick up test strips. I had called the prescription in the night before.
I got there yesterday and I told the woman my name (which always takes ten minutes in itself. Its like "Szabla. NO SZABLA. S-Z-A! With an S!") and she looked for it and looked for it and couldn't find it. And of course while she was looking I see right on the shelf behind the register is a big pile of freestyle test strips. So I'm like HM.
She comes back and goes "Come back tommorow. We haven't ordered them yet."
I'm dubious, but I don't wanna push the issue, so I dooo.

So I went back today. It went something like this:

Me: Hi I have a prescription for Anne Szabla.
Lady: Szabla?
Me: Yes. Szabla. S-Z-A.
(She goes and looks for a good five minutes. Behind the register is STILL the pile of test strips.)
Lady: Can you spell that?
(I do so. She runs off to the pharmacist, then comes back.)
Lady: When did you call it in?
Me: Two days ago! They told me to come back tommorow.
Lady:......Come back tommorow. We haven't ordered them yet.
Me: What? But I'm almost out! And you have like this huge pile of them right there. I can see them.
Lady: Those aren't the right ones.
Me: Um....yes they are.
Lady:..........
(She wanders off to talk to the pharmacist again. She comes back.)
Lady: Ok, wait there. She's seeing if we have enough.
(I look at the pile of test strip boxes. There are at least 15 boxes on the shelf.)
Me: ....................
Some 30 minutes later she comes grabs them off the shelf, gives them to the pharmacist who apparently is the only one capable of putting them into a brown paper back and stapling it shut.

D:<

Oh man.
Emrys just SPEWED all over the floor this morning. I heard him giving a sort of "Mooooowwww" and I was like "nooooooO!" and then there was spew. And it was disgusting, let me tell you. That was such a lot of spew for such a small cat. Ughhh.
He's been banished to the basement now. But it makes me nervous. This is the second time in the last week he's done this. Why is my cat spewing?

Um anyways, I'm sure that's not what you want to read about with the comic update....soooo quick subject change!

Page 17 already!
I'm pretty happy with this one, as well. There's some weird anatomy going on all around, but eh, that'll sort itself out with more practice (hopefully.) Mostly it's that top panel I like. It's those long horizontal panels again. I just can't stay away. :B

TWC number's been going up a little, though. So if you have a moment, please vote? There's a couple of Elisabeths and a February for an incentive.

( Old version of the page, of course )

So I went to the dentist today, and I sign in and sit down like normal. And I wait, and after a few minutes one of the nurses comes out to get me.

AND.
SHE
BURSTS 
INTO 
SONG.

Not like, singing a song from the radio to herself or anything....

But an on the spot song welcoming me to the dentists office and informing me about the procedure.

And it continued for like, five minutes with me standing there like O_O

Right in the waiting room.
It was like High School Musical.

ONLY WITH DENTISTRY. AND DRILLS.

Alright. The internet just decided to be a jerk again, so I'm not going to stick around. Also, I don't have the old version of the page, since I'm down at the cape and I didn't bring it with me. It was actually really similar. The only difference was November's really really offensively ugly horse was in the original version. And the layout was crappy. And the speech bubbles were appauling. O__O Speaking of horses, though, I'm riding today! Please don't rain!

Okaaay internet, it's time to stop being a jerk. 
The signal keeps going up and down and I'm like D: 

Anyways. Page 15. I woke up a little late today, but I don't think anyone noticed (or did you? Does anyone get up at 8 to read cealdian? When they do, I'll know I've made it.)

I like this paaaage. I like Thursday's page more, but I think I got more signifigance out of this moment than I did the first time around. Not a big fan of that second-to-last panel, though. Anatomy and such for some reason really got in the way there...and when I tried to fix it....I made it worse. 

Oh well. 
Oh! The old version of the page for today is the vote incentive, because I'm away from my scanner and can't make anything new for you guys. D:

Also I got fanart this week. I swear, everytime I end up talking to Der-shing Helmer, my day gets like so much better. EVERY TIME. >.>
What's up with THAT. 

Okay. 
It's time to go play. Or, in my case, work more. 
But it's the best kind of work so it's more like play :B

 At last, the sun emerges. Just in time for the holiday. In respect and celebration of the great glowing orb, I've spent  ridiculous amount of time outside. Yesterday especially, mostly because I swore I wouldn't leave the beach until I had finished a comic page (which took some time, due to unnecessary and yet very necessary norse animal interlace on EVERYTHING.)

Emrys got used to the cape fairly quickly. He's sleeping on my bed now and very relaxed. Hopefully he will not wake up and want to play the moment I am ready to go to sleep (this will probably happen.). He enjoys the breeze through the windows, which he does not get to experience at home since we never ever have the windows open :\ But he'll stick his nose in the air and let his fur ruffle and it's sweet.

I'm working on the first comic page where we actually get to see all the siblings. It's a little bit of :D and a little bit of D: because there are so-many-of-them. O__O
Anyways I'm not too worried because I did just draw a very sweet looking August. Though. Next to a ridiculously huge November. 
He is very large. 

Ahhmmmm, in other news.
The ocean. Is a jerk.
Poseidon saw it fit to SPIRIT AWAY my goggles before I even got to swim in the ocean for the first time this year D:
I went out as the tide was going out and had the goggles on my head. I decided to get my face wet before putting them on, so I dove under. I felt them slipping away but didn't catch them. I was like "oh, they'll just be floating there."
Were they just floating there?
No.
No they were not. Not only that, they were NOWHERE wtf. 
The ocean is so mysterious. How the heck were they carried off so fast. 

Also they were clear plastic and therefore impossible to see underwater. :\
I've another pair at home but these ones were my official cape goggles. 
Yes.

Back to work, I guess. Tomorrow is Tuesday and there will be a page....as soon as I wake up. Hopefully I will not sleep in because...I'll probably loose readers if I do ;___;
As for this one...if I don't finish this panel tonight I'll never get the darn thing done. 

Down at the cape this week for a holiday. We decided to bring Emrys along because....we would be gone all week and last time we were gone all week things....didn't turn out very well. So we brought him. I have to admit, I feel ridiculously guilty for it, though. He was upset with us all afternoon, hid under several beds and was generally confused.
After dinner I finally got him out and was able to show him his food and litter box, though he didn't touch any of it until just a few moments ago. He's getting a little more comfortable in my room but still rather confused. Isn't hiding anymore, at least. As long as he's eatin and poopin, it's good. Eating he has done. Pooping he has yet to do. Probably this is too much information for you, but....well it needs to be said. 

Flynn on the other hand, has always loved the cape. Though, lately the poor guy has not been doing too well. He has real trouble staying up on his back legs because of the arthritis. He can hardly see because of cataracts. And his appetite is way down, which is ridiculous for a labrador. He's had tooth problems before, and back then he got that root canal done where they put him under and everything? I found this really bad dead tooth in the back of his mouth, it must be agonizing. He's too old to go through another dental thing, though. That, along with a bad ear? My dog is falling apart! D:
Definitely bringing him to the vet when we get back. Flynn, you need work. :\
Sucks that my puppy is getting old. Ridiculous, really. He's 12 now, I sort of expected him for a long while longer. But when I see him hurting so much, I get scared.

Urg. Subject change time.

So the cape. 
We used to get pretty decent wifi here....now we do not. The signal is ridiculously weak and I spend more time wandering the house with the laptop in my arms than I do actually using it. D:
I technically don't NEED it. The internets, that is. I have all my work stuff and references and such on the computer or in print...so...I could be fine. 

But you guys. I need to know that I can get online. It's like an obsession. O__O If I can't get online...I suddenly feel like I've been cut off from the world.
Oh, the digital age. 

So anyways. That is where I am. That is what I am doing. Cealdian still updates this week, due to my amazing buffer of pages. Thursday's page is another one of my favorites. Actually probably THE favorite. So far, of course. 
Actually I just worked on page 22 this week, and it's a pretty close second, I think. Maybe page 18 is the third...:\

Emrys is finally sleeping. He is probably pretty tired, had a long day. He'll probably get really used to the cape and then we'll uproot him again and bring him back .
I'm such a jerk ;__;

Hehe, I always liked this page. I mean the idea of this page. I imagine November has one of those big deep chested laughs and everytime he does laugh all the servants probably run and hide. Because it just can't be a good thing.

The old version of this page is very similar. I wanted to keep the sort of laugh sequence. I changed a bit of the dialog, though, originally I had changed it even more, realized that it didn't make any sense that way, and then changed it back.
The only thing that really changed is...the fact that I can draw a little better now. O__O

( Anyways, old page under the cut )

Omg.
It's as dark as night and it's almost 9 in the morning. Monsoons! Thunderstorms! Poor Emrys is terrified, of course. And so am I a little. O__O;

So Wednesday has always been my unofficial sleep-in day. And I've been up till 2 every night for the past three nights, so I'm TIRED. But did I get to sleep in this Wednesday? No. No I did not. Emrys decided today was the day he was going to wake me up NO MATTER WHAT. So he spent the morning rubbing himself all over my (cat allergic) face. And then he slept on top of me until the bed got so hot. Ughh. So I'm sort of a zombie today. I've been stumbling around the house. I almost ate a blood test strip...um...Not sure how to explain that one. O__o

So.
I've been working on chapter two.
And it happily, it is much prettier than chapter one. Yay improvement!
If you thought chapter one was detailed...well....it is not compared to chapter 2. I've really had to work on my perspective ski11z for this chapter...since it's all castlebound. I really have to force myself to sit down and spend a lot of time on it.

It's funny. When I went to the lecture by the guys from Avatar back in the spring, they were talking about what they thought the show was going to be like. And they were all "well, we wanted to focus on the characters and have like really simple backgrounds."
Well.
If you've ever seen Avatar you know the backgrounds are like these outstandingly detailed paintings and such.

I feel like mah comic is going to be like that. At the beginning I was like "Well I don't want to deal with backgrounds so much." Heh. Now it's ALL backgrounds. Backgrounds with knotwork and perspective and the like.
Who am I kidding? I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way. Any less knotty.
The only problem, of course, is the time it takes. I sent an email out to miss Ellerton of Phoenix Requiem asking her how exactly she gets pages out so quickly. She told me she gets them out within 5-6 hours?!
You guys. It takes me 5-6 hours just to draw the thing out.
It takes another 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 to coloor. What's up with that. D:

Actually, I can't complain. I've just started this page yesterday afternoon and it's already almost done. And for me, a day on a page is pretty quick.

Oh well.
In other news. Its the first of the month. I very much dislike the first of the month for reasons of the TWC variety. I probably shouldn't be so focused on a number. But this is ME we're talking about. I'm ALWAYS focused on numbers. I used to weigh myself like 5 times a day, remember? Now I...check TWC five (thousand) times a day. I guess I'm just one of those ridiculously competitive people who gets upset over an A-. I think it's an east coast thing. Also because I come from a family of lawyers, I think.
Wow, I'm so bad at being an artist type.
Anyway, first of the month means the numbers at TWC reset. So for a while there it's a real free for all. It's CHAOS. Disorderrrrr. Omg. The numbers are changing like craaazy. For a while, I'm down at 95, then two minutes later I'm at 113 or somesuch. Ugh.
Stress.
Unnecessary stress.

Okay.
I'm going to shower. Mayhap it'll make me less of a zombie. And then I swear I'm going to finish this page before noon even if it kills meeee.

In which all the faces are borderline ridiculous.

This page changed a lot from the original. In the first version, it was another flashback...with a sinister cape guy and some farmer....eesh. When thinking about this page, it was a draw between getting out of the same green scene for a while longer, or keeping with the narrative flow a little better. In the end the narrative flow won: the page was too much of a jump, and an unnecessary one, from the last one.

I also used this page to show December's increasing paranoia, which didn't come across as well in the original.

However, the original one was also the first page I had done in color, which was a big deal then. It was like...a milestone. It was also the beginning of a masochistic streak in which EVERYTHING MUST BE COLORED PERFECTLY which continues to this day and torments me relentlessly. D:

Yes.
Now if you'll excuse me. There is some delicious Kashi cereal to be eaten.

So I spent this morning writhing in pain, due to some of the worst cramps ever. I woke up with em, then they sort of subsided long enough for me to shower and eat some breakfast, then it was like "I'm here!" and then subsided so I could eat second breakfast. And then they're like "I'm baaack!" and then I passed out for a while on my bed. Then I woke up and it was like "I'm still here and now it's ridiculously hot in your room!" so I went outside and passed out there.
Then I ate lunch and they....mysteriously disappeared. Whoa.

As it was...I had been planning on drawing out two Cealdian pages so that this week I could blast through some coloring...but....I only got half a panel of one page drawn. Uberfail.

I learned quite recently that all next week I'm going to be at the cape, sans tablet and scanner. With no way to work on coloring new pages or even to scan in new incentives D:
Needless to say I have a LOT of work this week, then. I definitely need to get three full pages finished, since I only got a cover painting done last week. I also have to make four decent incentives. I also have to pack everything and bring it with me so I can still update while I'm there.

While I'm at the cape hopefully I'll have time to get a good chunk of pages drawn, as well as work on the script.

Omg omg.
I worked on the script a little today and.
Eee.
I so love working on the script. I love working on it maybe a little more than working on the comic itself, but I think I only say that because the comic is like...taking the plot and pulling it through molasses. Sloooow. Also that ridiculous little scene you thought of last night that doesnt have much to do with the story but is sort of sweet needs to be just as meticulously drawn and colored as all the other pages.
So.
It is tedious!
But.
Hopefully worth it.
Also ugh all these pages I've been working on recently have ridiculous perspective in them. Oh jeez, why do I torment myself so? Next comic I'm doing, everyone's going to be outside ALL THE TIME. They'll be like...icelandic vikings. So they'll just have those awesome houses made out of turf. TURF. Because there is not enough wood.
Turf houses are a lot easier to draw than big nasty throne rooms.

Actually...I think my problem might still be the fact that I'm working with lineart in the backgrounds too? I'm sort of considering switching over to full paint for the backgrounds........which could be dangerous. But could also work out very well. Painting is a lot more forgiving....and the pencil sketches are easier too....but the TIME. I don't know, I just don't knooow. :\

But. Like I was saying...I was working on the script today and working on book 4.
Why is it I love all of the books so much more than book 1?! Book 1 is ok and all but.....gasp book 2. And then double gasp book 3. And then ubergasp book 4?!
(probably has to do with the quantity of joel...)
No but actually it just is how it is. I don't know.
But I am excited. And some eight to ten years from now when I am drawing the end of book four? You will be excited too. *nod*

Eight to ten YEARS.

*gulp*

Why do I, with an ocd-esque fascination, spend hours and hours drawing knotwork, making sure that the stuff in the castle is all dragons and the stuff on December is all wolves when, after scanning it all in......ITs tOO sMALL to SEE ANY oF iT. That's pretty lame, you guys. Not that you'd be able to tell the difference between a knotwork dragon and a knotwork wolf (they are very similar). But I'm trying to pull a Jan Brett in that aspects from later chapters are sort of intergrated in earlier ones? And it's not worrrking. Oh well. I'm sure if the comic is ever put into print you will see all the stupid dragons and wolves and doves and rams and elk that litter the pages. Or maybe not. But I hope so. :\
I should probably, like, not make it all so small.

Speaking of small.
Please have this tiny yet adorkable Chauncey



Aaaagh I was supposed to finish the page by today and I haven't even started coloring. It is not going to happen since I'm going to be spirited away to the cape soon where there are no computers anywhere everrrr. D:

Epic page is epic!

This is the page where I rediscover the ellipse tool. In the previous 11 pages I was drawing my own speechbubbles, because I wanted to maintain a distinct style for them? But I realized after page 11's rather lumpy attempt, that it doesn't make sense to spend all that time if the result is going to be less than perfect. So then I compromised and now I only hand draw the tails.
As it is, it takes me a little while to get the stroke on the ellipses to look right, too.

I was really happy to do this page, not because of the content so much, but because all of the panels are long horizontals. I LOOOVE long horizontal panels in comicing. I use them a lot. It's impossible to make a bad layout if you're using them. Also, compositions fit really well into long horizontals! There was a boy in my colorworks class, his comic was ALL long horizontals. And of course it looked great because the layout was perfect.
I can't use them all the time. I have to save them for really dramatic moments or somesuch.

Speaking of bad layouts, though...

( The old version of this page! )

So I'm having an incredibly difficult trying to paint this stupid wooden chair! I've got everything else painted- fur trimmed cloaks and steel pauldrons and gold embroidered fabrics and chainmail....but a wooden chair? No. Can't seem to get it today.

Ugh. I've been feeling really beat down and depressed all week. I'm blaming it on the weather, or hormones, or lack of sleep, or lack of working out, or all of the above. Last night I was like "ok, I'll go to bed early and when I wake up I'll be better!" Needless to say plan A did not work. Plan B is to spend a ridiculously long time at the gym. If that won't work, Plan C is to hope for some sun tomorrow and then sit in it for a long long time. Plan D is to pull out the light therapy box and sit infront of that for a while. Plan E is to work on the Cealdian script. Plan F is to finish this painting.
Plan G is to give up and go cry D:

I also really really wanna do a Harry Potter movie marathon but...I have nONE of the movies. Maybe I'll just reread the books for the trillienth time.
Actually, rereading HBP doesn't sound half bad.
Plan H.

In which I make ample use of December's billowy cloak. O__O

You know I have very little to say about this one? Only that November's height keeps changing in all of these panels and it drives me crazy. For some reason, it took me a long time to figure out that I had to draw him so much bigger :\ And consistantly so! Ugh. I think it finally settles itself down in a page or so. But still! Annoying! I ought to make a height chart, I should.

Rain.
Rain rain rain rain rain rain rain.
And sometimes, if we're lucky? It's just cloudy.

And I'm not even talking about the torrential monsoon-like summer rain which is kind of cool sometimes...I'm not talking about thunderstorms which are neat.
This is like...spring rain. Extended spring.
And I very much dislike New England's spring. Which is, essentially, this.

In other news...I'm getting stuck on the chapter two cover. I know it'll get done if I work at it, but I've been lazy and thus...working on it hasn't been happening. As long as I get it done by Tuesday/Wednesday, I should keep on schedule. If I'm a dork who takes all week to do it, well then I will be behind schedule and I'll have to make it up somehow.

(why did I decide to paint all the chapter covers like this again? To get better at painting? So the comic looks good?)

Hah.
Ok.
So after the Friday 'incident' at the costume store, I wrote an honest and detailed review so that other people wouldn't be yelled at/attacked/whatever by going to that store.
Anyways I got a reply from some woman named "Kendra" who works there.
I was like "oh I hope this is an apology. I really hope it's an apology."
No.
No it wasn't.

She essentially said it was "unfortunate that teen girls can come into the store to play dress up" and that the dress we tried on was "$150" and that I made a scene after being kindly told to pick up the dress?
Whoa man. I made a scene after the guy freaking came after me.
Also. The dress was like $30 dollars, I'm sure. There was a tiny randomly placed orange price tag on the plastic packaging that said "$30" in faded ink. I have a good memory. I can remember this. I can tell you exactly the state of the ripped and uncared for packaging that that dress had previously been stuffed in.
I can tell you that there were no signs anywhere detailing any rules about trying things on, despite this Kendra claiming there were.
The funniest thing was she claimed that we were told to "leave and come back with our parents."

I realize now that we were treated this way because of the age we appeared. I understand that there are inconsiderate teens that will come in and mess things up. When I worked at Gilly's last summer, things got messed up, yea. But you'd smile at those little girls anyways, they'd move on, and you'd redo the pile. Another group of girls would come in, mess it up again. You'd smile again, fix it again. Always smiling. Always kind. Jeez, even when a girl was caught stealing, we were ridiculously nice to her! If I had ever gone after someone like that guy had? I would have lost my job!
Had my mother gone into that shop with a friend of hers and tried stuff on, I'm pretty certain they would not have yelled at them in the same way. I'm pretty adamant in my dislike for children, but in the end, its only those who actually SHOW that they're behaving incorrectly. And I would NEVER act on it.

Ageism is cruel and uncalled for and based on rash stereotypes. Especially when you run a freaking joke shop, it probably doesn't pay well to fall back on ageism.

I think the worst thing about this incident? I can't do anything about it. I can write a review, I can warn people. Still, they can claim I'm lying. I can reply and say no, I'm not lying. I'm an honest person, an adult and a professional. I don't sit around and write fake reviews.
But THEY still think they're right. They're still holding up their heads and saying "yea, that girl is wrong. Yea, she's stupid and caused a scene." They probably think I'm some horrible person who goes around messing up people's stores.
And that really gets me!
Maybe because of my insecurities, maybe because I always need to come out on top. But for some reason I'M the one hurting from this, and they're not. They're not hurting at all, they're laughing at me. And it pisses me off!

So I wish I could do something about it. Sometimes I wish I hadn't stopped that guy from touching me, so I could press charges. Sometimes I miss my old boyfriend who showed me his knife collection on our first date and actually WOULD go in there and deck the guy if I asked him to (I actually talked to him and he said he still would, but I'm NOT the kind of person who would do that. I don't cause scenes. I don't start fights. I'm a good person.). Sometimes I wish there was some sort of real law that protected customers from mistreatment, instead of social contracts that obviously didn't work out in this situation.
You could say "well, you did win, because you didn't buy anything from them." Hell, they didn't want my money anyways. The only thing I can hope for is that the other patrons got wise to their ways and left as well. From "Kendra's" response that the other patrons "were embarrassed" it's difficult to even know who's side they took.

Ugh.
Anyways. That's my day so far. Have yet to get any work done, even when I know it won't take long to do. :\

Page 10!
To be honest? Not one of my favorite pages? Actually it's another one of those instances where I prefer the vote incentive to the page >.<;;;
Luckily, I'm a big fan of, uh, next week's pages. Especially next Thursday's page...but...uh...I can't say why.

But omg page ten? You know what that means? It means we're halfway through chapter 1. A short chapter with 20 pages....I don't know HOW it added up to be exactly 20. I'm not the kind of person who can organize and thumbnail and whatever to make chapters an exact amout of pages. I probably SHOULD have. But it would just drive me crazy. Not enough creative freedom, I guess. *shrug*

Yea so two things happened: One, my favorite webcomic ever right now, The Meek, gave my comic a plug on the first page, which is sweeet. I was pretty much prancing around all night (and then sitting down to draw knotwork all night for the incentive) because of it. Yay.
The other thing is my new big shiny ad is up on TWC now. Eee.
Sometimes I just go there to stare at it and sigh.
Though it's more likely I'm just thinking about Joel.

Anyways that is all my dears.

I just posted this up in my forums since people were asking about an 'about' page. Figure'd I'd stick it up here as well so you can sort of get the gist of what I'm doing. I think I've pretty much said all this in one form or another on here, but here it is all stuck together and such:

So just what is Cealdian?

The synopsis:
Someone is killing kings. With the death of King Caedmon, his eldest son December must take the throne, face this ever growing threat, prove his innocence, rule a kingdom. And at the same time, unfold the mysteries behind his dark power.
Cealdian is the tragic tale of Caedmon's thirteen children as they face these trials of leadership, love, hate and war. It seeks to explore a world full of magic, myth and lore, which is beginning to slip away from it's people, but remains ingrained in the landscape as a constant reminder.

How far can we be driven by the threads of love and those of hate? How far will we go to protect what is important to us? And at what point does the idea of justice become revenge? The idea of glory become self-ruin?
At the end of it all, Cealdian hopes to answer these questions.


The world:
Cealdian is an Anglo-Saxon word meaning "To become cold."

The storytelling is influenced by many of the old great epics: Beowulf, King Arthur, The Song of Roland, as well as modern tales such as those of Tolkien. In keeping with the tradition, Cealdian is slow moving and has many deviations, side stories and myths. This is done on purpose: I mean to walk you through this world so that you may appreciate all of its small details.

As it is, the world of Cealdian is based on a lot of cultural influences: most notably Celtic, Norse and Anglo-Saxon, as well as Arabic, Romani, and many New Age traditions. These influences can be seen most in the landscape and culture of the inhabitants. The story takes place in a time of religious upheaval: Christianity is spreading and the old ways are being left behind, but have not yet been truly forgotten.
Cealdian exists in a world of fantasy, but it is based on many true facts. A lot of research on these cultures has gone into the story in hopes of making it feel as solid as possible!

JOEL.
Oh Joel.
Thinkin about luuurveeee, are you?

Oh.
So I am working on a comic page. But I do not want to be working on this comic page. I want to be working on a Joel-page. Alas, though, there will not be a Joel page probably until the fall or winter D: SO SAD. SADDEST THING EVER.
I wish I could tell you about Joooeeeel....but alas I cannot. He must remain not talked about. At least I can draw...um....very vague pictures of him just standing there.

I can give you a little hint about Joel. Actually it's not even a hint...it's like...sort of a story that works well next to him. I remember once in one of those many medieval  history classes I've taken while at college....we read this story:

It was about this man. And the man came to a farmhouse or something and said "I'd like to work here, will you hire me?"
And the farmer was like "ok, sure."
And so the man worked alongside the farmer and his farmhands and his family for many months and he was a good hard worker.
And then the farmer was told by an angel or something or I don't really remember how he finds out.
Anyways he learns that the man is actually a devil.
So he goes to the man and he says, "You're a devil, you can't work here anymore."
And the man says "Oh, that's ok. I'll go. Sorry about that."
And so the man leaves.

AND THATS THE WHOLE THING.

It was the belief in the middle ages that demons were totally real, and just wandered around among man. This story is just so.....like apathetic or something? I love it. :D

And that is all I can tell you about Joel (read: I didn't tell you anything about Joel.)