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Doodles

Less talkie, more rockie.

I've been working on some of my doodles lately.  I cleaned up one and did one new one.  Here is my newest one:

And the cleaned up old one:


A nice break from writing and paintschainer makes them look so pretty (not that Kakashi and Konzen aren't already pretty, 'cause they are).

Speaking of writing, I did write a poem this week, entitled Out of Many, One.  It is not about money or politics, even though the title would be "E Pluribus Unum" if for some reason you decided to translate it into Latin.  I'm not really sure why you would do that, but hey, you do you.

I'm posting the next chapter of Egregious, and well, what the hell was I thinking when I wrote this chapter?  I don't know.  Maybe it's just something that's bound to happen if you start off writing romance and then switch to fantasy.  I mean just because someone's turned into a wolfman doesn't mean they don't have a girlfriend . . . who's a witch . . .

Anyway, here's a little excerpt that should give you an idea of where this story is actually going:
Bianca closed her eyes, “I’m writing down some ideas I have about the rights of the cursed.  If people in Citadel knew what exile was really like, they wouldn't be so eager to cast people out.”
Tate snorted at her, “They’d probably do it more.  You give people too much credit.”
“And you give them too little,” she rubbed the ink stain on the side of her hand.
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