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I honestly feel that this belligerently difficult scanner is at least 75% of my exhaustion with maintaining this comic series. Honestly.

So, sorry this is late, but here’s a brief Dead Timmy page. If you interested in happenings over at my writerly blog, I’ve posted a pair of short stories this week. Happy readings!


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Hrm. It seems I’ve been neglecting you, Susurations.

So. I’ve been gussying up this blog a bit over the last month or two in an effort to look more like a professional writer. Unfortunately, that puts Timmy and such non-writerly things on a back burner. (Although Dear Husband insists that Timmy and the other comics should live on because they’re well-written. I’m still considering this.) Also, I’ve had in-laws visiting for the last couple weeks, which really hasn’t much helped my getting things like this done. I LOVE when family comes to visit. It’s great to see them and catch up, and it’s great to have extra hands on deck around here. It’s not great for writing webcomics. Or doodling elves, for that matter. I did get a little writing done, but not of the nature that I can post online just yet. More on that later. Also, I have a large art project that I’ll be starting on soon that I also can’t talk about yet either. More on that later, too.

Susurations is dying, I’m afraid. I came to the conclusion that, in order to improve my writing platform, I needed a cleaner, more searchable blog that focused more on my writing, which is really my main creative love right now. But what to do with Susurations? I was thinking that, perhaps, I’d keep updating comics and art over here, and writing over there, and then just link back and forth a lot. It seems like kind of a pain. Robert thinks I should port everything over, even the art, into my writing blog. I don’t like that idea so much. I very much want this new blog to be clean and to-the-point; if it’s not about writing, it doesn’t belong there. So… I’m not sure what I’ll do just yet. For the short run, Dead Timmy and Art will continue to live here, updated at a rate I’m not completely prepared to commit to just yet. The new blog will exist elsewhere and will update at least weekly. Again, I’m not sure what I can commit to. Feel free to check on both of them. I’ll probably let people know back and forth when there’s updates on either site, but that will probably stop eventually once I’ve decided what to do with my life.

But now some good news: Here is a Dead Timmy update.

Furthermore, I wrote a fun jaunt about Husband and I’s adventures in the wilderness over at the new blog, www.jillmarcotte.wordpress.com that is titled Bushwhackin’ and I think you’ll enjoy it.

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My three-year-old insisted that this post should be titled ‘A Monster Riding A Bike’. I’ll see if I can come up with a legitimate reason for that by the end of the post.

Riding on the cool, natural high of posting art last week, I’ve decided to dredge up another fossil and post some creative writing. … I know, right? Where’s Timmy? Don’t worry, he’s still bumbling around, just not this week. Or last week. But maybe next week? Part of my neglect of Timmy lately may be that I’ve managed to adopt myself out to a writing buddy. I’ve not had a real, live, breathing, face-to-face writing buddy since I was twelve, and it’s surprisingly motivating. (Like NaNo, which kind of gives me hundreds of thousands of buddies, but I have to look her in the face and tell her how I’ve failed.) Yesterday (instead of drawing Dead Timmy), I was frantically writing at every spare moment in order to just barely pull ahead in our word race. I look forward to getting a cookie from her in the near future. Huzzah! To get back at me, she knows how much I hate being succinct and she insisted I summarize religious culture in my Work In Progress’ world in 500 words or less. It was painful, but I did it last night. (She was supposed to do her pitch, but apparently didn’t finish it before she had to go to work this morning. That, and I gave her a wicked cool BBC series to watch.) I now present my religious synopsis for your scrutiny. Let me know if there are any questions, inconsistencies, or thoughts in general.

Okay, here’s my final thoughts on the Monster/Bike thing. I am the monster. My bicycle is my writing. And lately there’s been a lot of bicyclical rampaging going on. So… yeah. No? Eh, I tried.

MonsterBike (Picture from here.)

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I’ve had a sort of epiphany over the course of my travels this last week. It used to be that when I went on a vacation, it was relaxing, fun, and enjoyable: in short, a vacation. I imagine it will be something like that again when I’ve thrown out all my children. However.

Vacationing with small children has once more broadened my appreciation of my own mother and father, proud parents of five once small children. It also makes me realize I don’t remember going on many vacations when we were little, which probably also makes them the wise parents of five once small children. (They probably laugh their heads off watching me try to wrangle my little monsters.) I found myself frequently saying things like “We’re almost there, honey, calm down.” and “Sweetheart, Mommy has a special treat for you if you can use your calm voice.” and “Boys, it is nap time (or night time). Go to sleep. Mommy wants sleep. WHY WON’T YOU SLEEP?” To be fair, they both did remarkably well, given the lifestyle we forced on them for a week. We became veritable gypsies, sleeping in a different place every night, and performing neat toddler tricks for our food. Since last posting, I have levelled up to Master Carseat Nurser, which is a class I wouldn’t not have imagined possible in my pre-baby days, and Robert became a Grandmaster Meltdown Diffuser, and we’re not talking about the children’s meltdowns.

On the way out of the airport back home in sweet, sweet Fairbanks, Alaska, Robert and I looked over at one another, he carrying a Herculean load of gifts from grandparents and other relatives, and I carrying an infant on one arm and dragging a screaming toddler away from yet another vending machine, and we both decided that, some beautiful day, we needed a vacation sans enfants. Hello, Grandma.

So… that said, I haven’t finished the next page of the comic. Shocking, I know, but here is yet another cheater update of Dead Timmy novelization. Enjoy!

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I’m out of town, celebrating a wedding in the family (Congrats, Rick and Al! You guys rock!), but here’s the first chapter of the Dead Timmy novelization. I didn’t have time to finish drawing the next page of the comic (such cranky children I’ve bred!), but I don’t feel like I’m totally lame because there’s detail in the written version that isn’t in the drawn version, so it’s kind of like something new. We’ll see if I have the page finished by next week, or if you get another cheater update.

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So, I never realize how much I’ve missed someone or  something until I see it again.  Like my family, for example.  We visited them for Christmas last year and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed my goofy little brothers until I saw them again and watched Spencer leap out at Charlie from around corners wearing his Tim the Enchanter hat.  (No, he’s not five.  He’s seventeen.)  I’ve recently had a similar rush of old emotion.

My book…  Ah, how I’ve missed it, neglected in the memory of a pensive Gulliver throughout the rigors of the semester!  Tuesday, I took my final final for the semester and that night I opened up the document, read about three words and just filled with fondness.  I love my book.  Love, love, love.  In particular, I’ve missed Cove kicking people.  But I haven’t posted that part and so none of you have met Cove yet.  Rest assured, he’s pretty much the best supporting character of all times.  And I don’t know why I’m posting this here because I’m fairly certain none of you care about my book which will probably never see the beautiful glimmer of real live publication (oh, internet publishing, you tempting charlatan!), but I love it too much not to gush.  It’s kind of like the slightly stupid kid whose parents think he’s brilliant.

In other news, I’ve decided it really makes a difference when I take time to draw the comics.  There’s the Death in the second panel and the Death in the final panel.  Hardly the same guy.  With the semester over, hopefully I can make the pages a little prettier without sacrificing the update schedule.  That said, read some Timmy.  Poor guy’s on a constant emotional roller-coaster.  I’m kind of mean to my characters, aren’t I?

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So.  Looks like this semester is going to totally kill me because it’s already kicking my can.  I’m not anywhere near being done with my homework and so you get one unedited chapter of Brodie and a video to indulge in, which is actually part of a whole series of videos, since I obviously have no intention of entertaining you myself.  (The Lord of the Rings one is the best I’ve seen so far, but there is an abundance of Boromir buttocks and so we’ll stick with Superman for now.  Star Wars IV is also quite fabulous.  Aaand… those are the only ones I’ve seen.)  We’ll see if I can dig myself out from this homework mound by Thursday.  (HIGHLY unlikely.)


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