09 - screech
I captioned this:
Thank you @jakeparker for this brutal discipline – scares the stuffing out of me every day. Yesterday the idea of drawing a startled parrot would have been way outside my comfort zone, and today I have not the faintest idea what he has just seen, but I can guess it must be Gigantic . . . The adventure continues
12 - shattered
Now I know what’s going on here cos I wrote the story – but my missus says it’s a bit obscure. So . . . this is the same scene as day 11 but from a different angle and the “shattered” component of today’s relates back to day 8 (crooked) while that treasure chest on the left made previous appearances on days 5 and 7. . . . and (spoiler alert) it will appear again if this month doesn’t kill me first. All clear now? . .
14 - fierce
Meanwhile. . . You know, some poisons don’t actually kill people they just make them sick. Then later they recover just nastier than ever and you wish that your monkey had done the job properly in the first place. The people in this picture want their treasure back and they propose to use force if necessary.
I’m a day behind and this one is horribly overworked. I promise the next one will be very simple.
15 - myster-ious
Was going to be an outline only but couldn’t resist the temptation to experiment with light from the glowing ball. So this is a scribblepic.
No mystery in the use of standard fugitive-location fifth generation balltech with “superglow” gui (TM) The mystery is why someone with all that power can’t control nosehair and facial warts. Maybe she doesn’t want to.
Anyway this service doesn’t come cheap, sir. .
18 - filthy
Oh dear. Two days behind schedule now and total creative block. What shall I draw for “filthy”? I wondered – the galley in the ship? The dragon’s lair? The witch’s fingernails? No says Tania – draw a one eyed minion in a jacuzzi. . . . Please forgive me. Really I have no idea what’s going on in this picture – I only drew it, Ok?
20 - deep
Fortunately, he was possessed of a deep singing voice and a long repertoire to save his companion from boredom during the long lonely evenings. This voice was somewhere between a rich baritone and a full bass.
Unfortunately it was neither one nor the other.
Fortunately his attraction for her had nothing whatsoever to do with song recital.
22 - trail
I have done pushing cart along forest trail and dragon leaving smoketrail already in this series. So I took trail to meant “hunt” for this one. .
Don’t you love that bit in the story when the dippy blonde starts to kill cute furry animals? And that cliché about the hunter being the hunted? .
No? Oh well. . . . a girl’s got to eat
23 - juicy
Actually you don’t get much juice out of a toad, however fat the toad and however hard you wring it. .
This is a flashback to how she procured one of the essential ingredients for the spell that precipitated the event illustrated on day 19. It’s a good job this is a flashback too because if I were to show you what she’s doing now you’d find it rather disturbing. .
By the way no toads were harmed here. They say that toads really rather enjoy this ritual. The same can’t be said of the pirates
24 - blind
As the servitor brought a cup of warm milk to Commander g’Larr*gh on the starship bridge, the Commander took relief from a difficult week in pondering his collection of soft furnishings. The window blinds gave him special joy as he remembered a joke his daughter had told him once. .
25 - ship
She experienced a moment of irrational fear as she thought she heard a twig snap in the forest behind her, but she was brave. What could possibly go wrong, now she had Mr Midshipman to protect her?
Incidentally, no dragons were harmed here. Commander g’Larr*gh had set his weapon to “stun”, wishing only to collect enough dragon tummy button fluff to refill one of his favourite cushions. ..
Same can’t be said of the rabbit. ..
26 - squeak
Heres a Pulp Fiction light effect moment I have been looking forward to all month. – –
erm Sqeak could be the hinges or squeals of joy, or a random mouse just out of shot.
I was going to have our hero holding an oil can, but it seemed to raise two many questions so I let him get his rocks off after his rabbit supper and an evening of lock picking.
31 - mask
A token of His Majesty’s gratitude in acknowlegement of our hero’s part in the recovery of the treasure. . . . She pondered a while, reaching out to scratch Fluffy’s chin with her toenail. He never gave her the chance to tell him about this lovely place. He always seemed to be so busy. No time to ask or to listen. Anyway. Life goes on . .
The Mask was there on day 2 – I stuck it in at that time with some vague idea of continuity in mind.
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I became aware of inktober in September 2017 through instagram.
It is the brainchild of one Jake Parker and you can read all about it here.
It was a discipline thing – much easier to jump to the whip if someone else is cracking it. I decided to weave all the prompts together to illustrate a single story. I believed it would do me good. It did.
I followed the official prompt list (lots of people seem to make a thing of not doing so, but in my not-very-humble-opinion, unless you are a true genius-fine artist-crazy guy it kinda misses the point. The exception to prove the rule is this guy, but then he is all those things, and I digress.)