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tealinToday's Sketchbook
I'm an addict. I'll admit that. I am pitifully addicted to stories that make me feel things. Not much of that happens in real life and even the vast majority of fiction leaves me unmoved, but a nice cathartic story arc? Man, can't get enough of that. Bring it on. Of course, occasionally I don't know where to draw the line ... Today, for the first time in quite a while, I 'watched' Copenhagen, recorded and edited 'The Abbey Grange,' and listened to Orphan Music; got my hopes up, was disappointed, and received my shiny laptop; all on top of an unusually high base level of emotion already swilling through my veins – by 5 pm I was nearly nauseous with the unaccustomed intensity. I don't know how people handle it. And yet there's part of me that wants more. Madness. MADNESS.
Oh yes, and there's a merry tromp through left-handed land, which you may remember from last year.
*Bonus Feature*
Here are some doodles I did on scrap storyboard paper at today's design meeting, mostly while waiting for it to start but also during the locations segment which didn't directly concern me. SEE? I'm good. I can pay attention when I need to. Some thumbnails for Charles Augustus Milverton: The standoff is staged slightly differently in the radio play because cocking a pistol makes more sound than brushing aside one's coat to reveal it in its holster (and is more dramatic), and also posing for Holmes in that bit that Syd is so adamant that I animate.
I'm an addict. I'll admit that. I am pitifully addicted to stories that make me feel things. Not much of that happens in real life and even the vast majority of fiction leaves me unmoved, but a nice cathartic story arc? Man, can't get enough of that. Bring it on. Of course, occasionally I don't know where to draw the line ... Today, for the first time in quite a while, I 'watched' Copenhagen, recorded and edited 'The Abbey Grange,' and listened to Orphan Music; got my hopes up, was disappointed, and received my shiny laptop; all on top of an unusually high base level of emotion already swilling through my veins – by 5 pm I was nearly nauseous with the unaccustomed intensity. I don't know how people handle it. And yet there's part of me that wants more. Madness. MADNESS.
Oh yes, and there's a merry tromp through left-handed land, which you may remember from last year.
*Bonus Feature*
Here are some doodles I did on scrap storyboard paper at today's design meeting, mostly while waiting for it to start but also during the locations segment which didn't directly concern me. SEE? I'm good. I can pay attention when I need to. Some thumbnails for Charles Augustus Milverton: The standoff is staged slightly differently in the radio play because cocking a pistol makes more sound than brushing aside one's coat to reveal it in its holster (and is more dramatic), and also posing for Holmes in that bit that Syd is so adamant that I animate.
