Still struggling to find time to work on The Moose Riders. Here’s another caricature sample I drew for the STL Zoo. I have trouble choosing subjects–not sure who to draw next.
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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
Sorry I’ve got no Moose Riders update. So much stuff to do. Anyhow, here’s a caricature I drew for the zoo the other day. I thought it might be funny to draw Ryan Lewis as a 🙂 , but that felt kinda mean. Now, though, my drawing of him looks a bit like Wil Wheaton.
AGAIN with the sketches
Swamped with stuff. Still revising script for Chapter 4. More sketches.
Delays…
One month ago I promised the start of Chapter 4 today, but all I’ve got is another lousy sketch page (featuring George R.R. Martin up there at the top of the page). Sorry to drop the ball here, but I’ve had to re-write the script for Chapter 4 based on some recent discoveries. Let me fill you in.
So we’ve mentioned Talkeetna, Alaska a few times in the story as the last place our heroes met a group of survivors, and it didn’t turn out well. Chapter 4 is the bit in our story where we take a look back at exactly what happened there and what went wrong.
Now, I originally chose Talkeetna as this place of trouble for the kids and Moose based solely on the fact that it’s a small town/village near Denali National Park. I had plans to make this a Woodbury-esque kind of place, complete with a funny (IMHO) parody of The Governor. So I finished Chapter 3, started working on the script for Chapter 4, and then started Googling Talkeetna, Alaska for some visual references. If I had just stuck to the image search results I would’ve continued as planned and you’d have the cover of Chapter 4 up there instead of another sketch page. I made the mistake, however, of reading about the real Talkeetna.
WHAT A COOL PLACE! Holy crap, man. Apparently Talkeetna was the inspiration for the TV show Northern Exposure. The mayor is a cat named Stubbs. The place is full of artists and musicians and mountain climbers and moose sculptures.
So now I’m forced to reconsider some things. The easy choice would be to stick to the original script and ignore the truth, as I’ve done with a few other bits in the story. I think, though, that figuring out a way for my Governor-parody to be in charge of this somewhat bohemian community sounds like a pretty fun challenge, so I’m re-writing. Sorry for the delay, but I really think this will be worth it. Please bear with me for a bit longer while I get this new plot line ironed out.
Also, if you happened to listen to WLCA 89.9FM on Sunday afternoon, you might have heard the Comic Shop–a short segment in which radio personality Zac Coffman discusses comics with folks who make/read them. Anyhow, Zac interviewed me about the Moose Riders for the Sunday show (thanks Zac!). With me being the brilliant marketing strategist that I am, I’m posting a message three days later to say, “Hey! If you’re here from WLCA, thanks for stopping by 3 days ago! Go check out the Moose Riders starting with Chapter 1!”
Charcoal portrait
Here’s a sketch I did of a kid in charcoal & chalk on brown butcher paper. Still waiting on that Moose Riders guest art I’ve been promising. Hopefully next week.
I’ve talked a bit about my daughter’s medical drama in the blog here. Her school does the whole Jump Rope for Heart thing every year to raise money for the American Heart Association, and she LOVES it. Last year she was the top fundraiser at her school. So, if you would like to help the inspiration for Lola raise money for other kids with heart problems like hers, go here and click the “Give Now” button on the right. Thanks!
More sketches, RIP CBH
I know I promised some special exciting guest art, but I’m still waiting on that. I’ve got another page of sketches up there, including kind of a self-portrait thing in the bottom-right corner. I think I’ll go get a haircut today.
My father-in-law passed away last weekend, which is why this post is late. He was a crazy-smart man with a dry wit and I feel privileged to have known him. I would always call him for advice on auto repair, and my trivia team’s success is owed in large part to his knowledge. No one would ever describe him as “cheery,” but as Hemingway said, “Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” I miss you Charles–your loss is deeply felt by your family and friends, and I’m lucky to have considered you both.
My mother-in-law wrote this obituary:
Charles Benjamin Holland, 68, died at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital on March 10, 2013, after a lengthy illness.
Charles was born on Sept. 8, 1944 to Harvey and Mabel, nee Swagler, Holland of Shattuc, Ill., and it was there that Charles grew up. Charles graduated from Carlyle High School in 1962, and matriculated at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He was married to Marsha Worden on Sept. 17, 1965, and lived in Carlyle, Ill., from 1965 to 1979, where Charles worked initially as a reporter on the Carlyle Union Banner and eventually as the parts manager at Mount Motor Sales. In 1979, Charles moved his family to Centralia, Ill., where he worked as Parts Manager for Seeburger Olds. Charles was divorced in 1991, retired in 2002, and remained a resident of Centralia, Ill.
“It is not often someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.”-E. B. White
Charles studied writing and literature, but had life-long interests in fine art photography, wildlife, and fine firearms. Always the most informed person in the room, he enjoyed trivia, and spent the years since his retirement pursuing the avocation of photography. Charles exhibited his award-winning and compelling photos of the wildlife, landscapes, and people of Southern Illinois in photographic competitions throughout the state. He was published in many Illinois Wildlife publications and brochures. Recently, Mitchell Museum in Mt. Vernon, Ill., acquired one of his photographs for its permanent collection. Charles loved to hunt, read, and engage in intelligent discussion. He was a crack shot, a genius, a man of ideals, strong work ethic, and a dead-eye with a camera. He had true grit.
He had been a member of Ducks Unlimited, the KVS and Centralia Trap Clubs, Light and Lens, a board member of Centralia Cultural Society, and a Clinton County Election Judge. Charles was a mentor to the photo clubs at Carlyle Jr. High and High School. He inspired students to do their best and see the art in their everyday lives. Charles was a life-long blood donor.
Charles is survived by his family: daughters, Heather Holland-Daly, husband Tim, grandson Myles Daly of Belleville, Ill., and Sarah James, husband Charlie, grandchildren Truman and Winifred James, also of Belleville. Also bereaved are ex-wife, Marsha Holland of Swansea, Ill.; siblings, Harvey Holland and wife Janet of Shattuc, Ill., Mark Holland and wife Jean of Medina, Ohio, LuAlice Kampwerth and husband Kevin of Carlyle, Ill. Charles also leaves numerous nieces, nephews, cousin Terry Swagler, and aunts Bonnell and Martha Swagler of Shattuc, Ill.
In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Children’s Hospital of St. Louis, Mo., or Carlyle Photo Club. On-line condolences may be sent to www.daymaczfuneralhomes.com
Sketches!
Just a few scribbles up there from my sketchbook–including a guy that I think of as Jemaine from Flight of the Gorillaz. 🙂
Almost have Chapter 3 ready for the printer and for digital download–just waiting for a piece of guest art from a really talented artist. I’ll give you a peak at it next week, and I think you’ll dig it. Keep checking back here weekly in the lead up to the launch of Chapter 4!
Zoo Doodles #3
Ok, here are the last of my heat-induced sketches from working at the St. Louis Zoo this summer. Next week, I’ll stop by the Too Heavy to Skydive studio to talk to Fred and whoever else is there that day. That same night, the cover for Chapter 3 will go live! Exciting stuff!
By the way, I’ve updated the character page with pics (and names!) of the parents. Right now, the descriptions of the parents aren’t very descriptive, but you get the idea.
Zoo Doodles #2
Here’s another sketch dump from the St. Louis Zoo. One more of these before Chapter 3 of The Moose Riders starts up. I’m working on the cover AS WE SPEAK!
Continuing my adoption-reunion story from the last few weeks…Last weekend my twin sister Chris and I met our birth parents and then three of our five older siblings and their families. It was a wonderful, moving experience. The similarities, not only in appearance but also personality/interests, were kind of astounding. Given a variety of beer options, my bother Kurt and I both chose Sierra Nevada. My sister Karla (who looks more like a twin to Chris than I do) quoted songs that Chris and I grew up listening to. I looked at my sister Lisa and saw a feminine variation of my own eyes looking back at me. Hugging the people who gave you life for the very first time forty years after your birth…I don’t have the words to describe those feelings.
I have a tendency to be a bit cynical, but it feels like I’ve been floating on a cloud for days now. I feel so fortunate to have had this experience. To have grown up in a loving home, raised by parents that cared enough about us to take us both in rather than see us separated, parents who worked and sacrificed and raised us to ensure we had the best life possible; then to meet an entirely different loving, caring family who made entirely different sacrifices for the exact same reason, and then welcomed us back with open arms and open hearts…
I’ve been using the word “overwhelming” an awful lot lately, but it seems appropriate.
Zoo Doodles #1
Graphite and Airbrush. Again, the results of too much time with no customers at the zoo this summer. St. Louis Zoo doesn’t even have a panda. Well, a red panda I guess, but not the kind I drew up there. There will be a few more updates like this before The Moose Riders returns on October 11.
A couple weeks ago I mentioned that my twin-sister and I were looking for our birth parents. Last Thursday she called me to say that she had just gotten her original birth certificate in the mail. It’s been kind of a crazy, overwhelming whirlwind since. One minute I know nothing and the next I’m speaking to my birth mother on the phone, looking at photos of siblings I’d never known on Facebook. It’s been big. Tough to wrap my brain around at times. Calling it an existential crisis would be overstating things a bit, but still–I’ve got some stuff to process. Despite how that sounds, though, it’s been a hugely positive experience. We’ve been corresponding with our birth mother over email, chatting with our sisters on FB, feeling welcomed into this family while at the same time getting pieces of this 40-year-old jigsaw puzzle put into place.
It’s important to me to make sure our adoptive parents (or as we call them, Mom and Dad) know that we aren’t replacing our family, just adding to it. They will always be Mom and Dad. They’ve been there through every defeat and every triumph we’ve had growing up. They’ve loved us and cared for us. To say, “They’ve treated us like their own,” feels like a misstatement–we ARE theirs, and they are ours, and this reunion doesn’t change that.









