The suspense. Feel it.
As much an excuse to wedge The Girl from Ipanema into a future DCR soundtrack comp* as it is a natural pacing break in the story.
The next strip is The Most Important One Yet, so it's only fair there's some Waiting For An Elevator to even it out. And we'll be Waiting for awhile - I'm in the middle of the first Apocalypse I've been issued in quite awhile. Over the emo hump, on to the Getting Stuff Done bit. So this could be my last New Art for a few weeks.
Inks are a bit chunkier than I'd like, but I was operating under The Clock and on the phone with my Male Parental Unit at the same time. Inking is one of those things I can mostly disengage my brain from (ask a few people who've talked to me on the phone - "I'm inking" is my frequent answer to "So, what're you up to?"). Point of fact, several panels of The Dualist and DCR have gone from gray to black while phonering with the MPU. As such, quality is more a factor of yet another micron going south on me (and not having a spare in better condition) than it is technical laxness.
I should probably try a dip pen again at some point.
This is the first strip to be worked in multiple locations. Cleanup, strip assembly and shading (and posting) were done at the South Side Beehive, soft-proving one of DCR's incept guidelines - that being the ability to do the comic in any location on any hardware. And it is doable, if far from optimal - the strip would have been up last night if I'd remembered to toss my mouse in my cable bag, but I forgot. Again. Not this time, fortunately. In a previous life I was Down With The Trackpad, but after six or seven years of arting with mice, trackballs and tablets, using a trackpad is like trying to masturbate with my nipples instead of my left hand - comical, awkward, ineffectual... with a good deal of grunting.
Fine in private, but it does tend to make one feel a bit self conscious in a coffee shop.
* The Comps are Coming. Probably later this year, for The Dualist and DCR.1.
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