I really don’t know why I thought this one would be easier.
The editing lasted approximately 3 weeks. For Ernest and Celestine, the editor was working on the film, cutting scenes, removing them, replacing them… I was coming regularly to see her proposals so we could talk about it. The editing is a moment when a director has to rethink things, which is not always easy.
These kind of arguments happen sometimes. The director can use two different kinds of weapons to struggle against the editor:
Adorable and also food for thought.
This weekend I did a stupid and terrible thing. For a full explanation, all you have to do is search for “gunnerkrigg” right here on Tumblr to see that I essentially threw away 8 years or so of work by being an idiot on Twitter. It’s better to leave the description of events to external sources,…
You know, I went round and round this morning on what I wanted to say about this, whether it was even necessary to have my voice in the conversation.
In the end, what’s happened has happened. The mess on Twitter happened. So did eight years of fucking beautiful work. Tom, you’ve been an inspiration since I found GC back in Chapter Two. And you continue to be an inspiration today.
I guess that’s all I really wanted to say.
(Okay, so “I’ll finish this tonight!” was a bit premature.)
The pilots of Cherno Alpha, ladies and gents.
WIP! Hopefully will be done tonight,
I have no shame in admitting exactly how much I love the Kaidanofskys, And Cherno. And Pacific Rim. And the whole world, really. (Except for Florida, sometimes.)
Another warmup sketch of this kid. I haven’t decided if her weapon of choice is a bat yet, but it’s a solid option.
This idea is total nonsense, but perhaps too much fun? It’s a nice distraction from querying, at least. Basic premise is Hoya here is a princess from a line of royalty that gets to pick their own title (E.g. “Fred the Studly”) and then embody that quality. To her parent’s dismay, Hoya chooses “Hoya the Strongest”, causing… lots of complications, as befits a 12-year-old with superhuman strength (and perhaps a giant baseball bat.)
This idea’s like 48 hours old, cut me some slack.