So, what could cause two “fully growed men,” who happen to be best friends, get into a tussle? It’s a case of a not-so-pretty display over a pretty face.
Got the line work done, and starting the color fills and textures! I’m sorry we are so so very far off schedule, but I’m learning the hard way that a graphic novel is a huge undertaking. If only I had a team of artists to help… oh, well, when I’m rich and famous for the book that took 20 years to write, I’ll hire one. In the mean time…
… I remain yours truly,
Hey, do me a favor, play the muse and drop me a line (or a comment) so I know you are still there. Love to hear from you.
Watch it, Hecock… comin’ through!
Okay, the words to that ol’ tune are actually “Nick Nack, Paddywack,” but most of you are too young to even know the song.
I’m going on a hunting expedition soon, to MAINE! Hunting what? you ask. Legends, facts, pictures, experiences, moose, and anything that walks in range of my camera!
It all has to do with Finzel. You know Finzel… you met her in a previous post, a possible love interest of Burrell Hecock. She is part Micmac Indian, from Nova Scotia. I have to research her background from Maine because I was too lazy to get a passport in time, and therefore can’t go to the peninsula, but I’m going to get as close as possible… right across the bay in Acadia National Park.
My husband, my dog and I will be kayaking around a huge crystal clear lake, pretending to be turn of the century Micmacs, roasting turn of the century marshmallows over a nice hot fire! Okay, I’m not sure they had marshmallows back then, but I don’t want to roast some poor squirrel! Wish me luck in my hunting, and pray that we don’t burn down the state!
16 January 1912
Went to the patent office today and applied for a patent for the eyeglass fastener. It will be costly but I must patent each aspect of my prototype individually to safeguard my invention. This can’t get into the wrong hands or who knows what could happen. I’m copying a drawing of the fastener into this journal for posterity’s sake.
A few more brush strokes and my little painting of a rose for my Little Petunia will be done. Good thing Belle offered to make the cake and hold the party at the Hecock’s… that nosy nephew of mine won’t be able to sneak down to the inventorium and ruin HIS surprise! Aah, yes… cake!
16 January 1912
Can’t spy on Uncle Ed today, as we will all be celebrating Myrle’s one year birthday. When I first laid eyes on her, she was all wrinkled and ruddy, so much so that I feared that child would grow up ugly. It’s good to see she is starting to take after me! I’ll never forget that night… the first (and last!) time I smoked a pipe. Ended up with a bad case of dispepsia! It’s hard to believe that doctors think something that nasty is healthy for a person, but then I don’t like the taste of spinach either!
16 January 1912
O the sweet memories… My little Myrle was born just one year ago today. I shall never forget it. The midwife arrived just around midnight. We were well rehearsed as to the protocol: boiling water in the kettle, sheets torn into smaller “sponges”, and plenty of cigars and pipe tobacco in the parlor for the men. The labor was long and much more painful than past deliveries. She was a large baby, surprisingly. Frank and Gayle just adore their baby sister. Dear Belle must be green with envy, my having three children, and one a daughter! and she with only one son. Poor dear will be lost when he moves on to find his way in this world.
14 January 1912
I dare say I can barely tolerate the shenanigans of that man! The abysmal manners that he is passing on to our children is unacceptable! I’m still picking potato bits out of my hair. Edward can be such a slauterpooch, leaving his underdrawers lying about after his bath, emptying his pockets of greasy gears and dirty screws right onto the kitchen table… and the food fights! How much shouting can I do? One may think me some sort of maulifuff, as I’m always chastising the children for imitating their father, but Edward will not allow me to effectively punish them! They need a good spanking! HE needs a good spanking! I need a bit of tonic.
January 15, 1912
Working for Lake Shore Rail is really paying off! I just put in for free passes to ol’ Chicago. Ig and I are going to tear up that town. Ah! to be on my own without Mother looking over my shoulder (hope she never reads this!)
As for Uncle Ed’s new invention… he and Father were whispering in the parlor around sun up. It’s odd that he was even here on a Monday morning! Uncle Ed can be a real buttinski at times, but he’s a good egg. So why do I get a sinking feeling in my gut that this is somehow not so good for me?