Thursday, October 25, 2007
I don't often post unplanned. But I'm going to take advantage of the "writing as therapeutic tool" aspect of owning a website, and hope this update makes me feel somewhat better.
Having just showered, I came out of the bathroom to find this door open:
Which is odd, because I specifically closed it before I went into the shower. And upon entering the room, I found this scene below my desk:
In case you can't tell — that's money.
Got a hold of my wallet and proceeded to make a couple withdrawals.
It's unfortunate that someone who makes his living drawing, should own a dog who finds paper to be the greatest of delicacies. It is a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions when someone trying to make a living as an artist has a dog that literally EATS MONEY.
As you may have guessed, the dog pictured isn't actually Ernie. I chose not to show a picture of Ernie, and for good reason. The physical appearance of a Dachshund is such, that when trying to tell a story where said Dachshund is the bad guy, letting your audience actually see the dog will immediately turn you into the story's antagonist.