Well crap, I still need to figure out what exactly it is I'm doing for NaNo. Not that I don't have more than enough choices, and several of which have enough aether around them to go forward with not much more. But diving into a project without a plot skeleton (ooh, Halloween pun) is always what's been a downfall of mine ( Read more... )

Because it's what's been rolling around, and because the art on these people (while a little squicky) is beautiful, I've been going over scarification, tattoos and whatnot for work on Scarred. And from it all I've gleaned one important thing ( Read more... )

Once again, forces beyond my control (ie, my brain) decided that a short story I wrote at oh-god-thirty last night needs to be expanded upon. Roll back the curtains, get in line, and don't touch the guy in front of you, this is Scarred.

( Talky talky, pretty pictures, talky )

( Where the hell did this come from? Seriously, where from? Cause this is 'We're sorry to call you in here in the middle of the day, but the teachers found some troubling things in your son's notebooks' weird. )