So I was sitting there in the studio just reading this web serial about a supervillainess while some laundry cycled. I’d been hoping to get some progress on various things today but I just ended up sinking into the comfy chair reading.
As I walked between the apartment and the laundry room, I toyed with wondering just why the studio doesn’t feel like A Place To Get Work Done lately. There are two main guesses: the chilliness and the clutter. The chilliness, well, I run the heat a lot during the day, but this place isn’t too well insulated. The clutter?
I read a chapter from the point of view of a villain whose power is Making Plans To Put Things In Order. And then, a little later, a chapter from the point of view of a villain whose power is Calculating Orderly Probabilities Of Everything.
And then I got up and ran my own take on that: a spider-lady whose desire is to Clean All The Things and make things neat and orderly so there’s nothing to distract my from getting art done.
Here are some things that were sitting around the coffee table that Miss Fussyspider has since filed in out-of-the-way places:
A rather psychotic-looking self-portrait
Fragments of a comic about 47, the lizard assassin I ran in Skyrim for a while. This was some stuff I kicked around with Nick; the swamp kangaroo is his idea of a foil for 47, and this story would be set in a swampy town that constantly picks up and moves itself due to some absurd local horror. Hence the wheels on the buildings.