I don't know how, but I pulled a muscle in my sleep last night.
A very angry one. From somewhere near the base of my skull on the right side of my neck, down my neck, the back of my shoulder, and all the way down to my elbow.
i yam upsetified over this.
That and, ya know, waking up at two in the morning crying in pain and unable to find a comfortable place on my pillow for my head.
ANYWAYS!
So during the hiatus I took in July, I got a LOT done. Got the entire chapter scripted, most of the pages for it laid out, and even had a schedule that I couldn't fail at in order to get to chapter 3 before New Years and still take a break. I had a few pages of backlog as well.
Weeeeell...due to my getting sick RIGHT before con, getting worked twice as much as usual the week before as well (which I'm honestly not complaining about; t'was nice to have money to come home to so I could, ya know, eat), and my demands that my Lavi cosplay come with the perfect hammer (and yes, I made a damn sexy hammer. Full tang. Carried on my shoulder with my hands in my pockets all weekend, it was great), my buffer kinda got eated.
Thus Run missed 2 updates.
Which sucks balls, but it kinda lead to a revelation that I probably should have had a long time ago.
The most productive chunk of time, when it came to drawing and inking pages, was the beginning of chapter two, and the middle chunk -- right after the double spread when the get to the party. I may not have always updated right on time, but I spent a lot of time perfecting things and forcing myself to look at anatomy and backgrounds. I was also in classes at this time, so that I got as much done as I did was frickin amazing.
And while ripping signs at work last Saturday, it dawned on me that the reason for this, was that on both occasions I had specific places where I would work on pages, that weren't anywhere near a computer or home. And I stood there, in a kind of zen-meditative state, ripping ad signs for this week's ad, and realized that if I took my pencils with me to a locale that wasn't my apartment, that I'd probably be able to get right back on track for the chapter.
This came with the realization that there's a coffee shop not even a block from my apartment.
So Sunday morning, I dragged my ass out of bed, got dressed, grabbed my working bag, and schlepped down to aforementioned coffee shop and spent two to two and a half hours working on pencils. Averaged about a page an hour, with time in there for eating a bagel and being a perfectionist.
So that's this week's and next week's pencils done.
Actually, with the exception of about an hour's worth of work, this week's page is almost entirely done--inks and flats and backgrounds got done yesterday before I went to work. It will be done tonight before I get to dinner. (I bribe myself with yoohoo from across the street ^.^) I'll probably be starting next week's page, unless this frickin' muscle keeps hurting like this.
Goddammit, why'd it have to be my dominant/drawing hand? GAGH!
And I swear to god, eventually I'll do a con report. Probably between pages tonight; or at least download the photos tonight.... >.>