OMG!!!!! It's totally happening . . . except when it isn't

I can't believe I started this blog a year ago. Yes, that's right friends (all 5 of you), we've been on this roller coaster of emotions for a twelve month. And what have I been doing with my time? Watching an unhealthy amount of BBC miniseries'es. As if that's even possible. And yes, it's true; I've been more faithful to my minis than I have to this blog, my "art," and you, dear ones. For that, I issue a slight and not very heartfelt apology. I have a lot of ideas for things. Isn't that interesting? No, it isn't. Explaining one's ideas is like retelling a dream. Don't. Nobody wants to hear that mess. What I have been doing is making cards. Because what else is my paltry talent for if not sharing with the world in very tiny doses. Mostly, I make cards for my mom and my BFF (you know who you are). But I'd like to make cards for you too. I'm thinking of a way to mini produce them. . . Oh god, I started to doze off just writing this. Where is the funny? 


Here it is!

I know what you're thinking. This is neither funny nor awesome. It's a late birthday card. The inside says something simple like, happy birthday. Get it? It took my forever to figure out the proper angle for Batman to be in the picture while not over reaching my wicked drawing skillz. 

This is another one I made into a card. I was laying (or lying) in bed and thinking, wouldn't it be creepy it Batman was holding one of those balloons that is shaped like his own head. It would be creepy. But I think the Batman is just egotistical enough to pull it off. Also, I gave Superman red panties. I'm working on detail. I'm also trying to work out story lines. Doing some sketching and pre-writing. This is almost like some sort of work or something. Gross. 

Then there are the non-Batman related items. Believe me, they are scarce. 

This is the front cover and inside of a card I sent my parents after I realized that I couldn't go home for Thanksgiving. My request was that this card be put at my place setting. Mom's request was that I learn to draw hair. Obviously, the bald snarky face in all my comics is some horrific rendition of myself. Delia thinks I should give myself hair. Since my hair in real life is so naturally lovely. So I worked on it. I think I have the color right. But it's still in progress.