Why? I dunno, cos she smelled bad I guess.
Smelled a bit too bad in my opinion.
“Why Anna..” I hear you cry “What are you on about? your fictional character cannot smell, for she is a drawing that you do several times in different poses with words in a thing beside it, she cannot smell!” Well dear reader, I didn’t mean literally, and by the rules of fiction, she can smell within the story, but I digress.
We are not here to discuss the nasally offensive wafts of a drawing of a girl, but the visually offensive wafts of the first half of Part 2.
In short, I hate it. Hate hate hate hate HAEET!!!
*ahem* excuse me.
“Anna! get to the point! you’re talking crap because you have a freezing issue when it comes to writing and find it impossible to know what to say when something needs to be said in a professional manner and so instead, bullshit your way along and…”
Yes, yes, I WAS getting there, but you were looking at me funny and…. *sigh*
I hated what I did for the first half of Part 2. Now, technically, a lot of the art was a small step above the art of part 1. And, okay, so I don’t hold Part 1 as my finest creation EVAR!!! No, its pretty rough looking, in some parts its downright ugly…
*whistles with embarrassment*
But even though I feel I could take Part 1 on again and kick it’s ASS… I don’t think I want to. It has a… sentimental place in my heart. I made the vast majority of it in about two months. It came as I started, quit, started and quit again and again on creating the story we now know as BW. I Knew all along I wanted to do a story about a stupid, messed up, and very angry gal with a daaaaark passst! (the originality! IT BURNS!!) But I never quite knew how to do it. Who was she? and more importantly, where was she from?
Every time I attempted to start BW, I got stuck. I made… 6 separate attempts, all ditched. After all those false starts I realised finally what was wrong. I never thought to start at the beginning. Each one of my serious attempts (where I was doing it FOR SRS! about 3 attempts) Starts off in the second city, the bright, hippy, messy and colourful city of witches. There lives, and is settled, a bad tempered runaway soldier from the dark evil city of evil by the name of Juno. Why was she living there? eeeh… I’ll make that up as I go along!
When I started this (and very final) version, I decided, fuck it, I’m going to start in the BAD place! The EVIL DISTOPIA that our tempestuous friend comes from. And that’s where my real passion ended up emerging from. All of a sudden I was creating a world that stole my heart. Instead of making it a typical EEEEVIL NECRO CITY OF DOOOOOM *coughfakemidgarcough*I said NEIN!!! I was gonna make this a world built of romance, everything I love, Art Deco, European architecture, light snow, dark nights and fancy fancy fur.
So I created what we have now, loved every moment of it. Right now, I can’t bear to look at it it’s so ugly, but when I close my eyes, I do love it deep down. It’s my ugly baby.
SHUT UP YOU ARENT EVEN REAL!
*cough* excuse me…
So, that’s Part 1, ugly as sin, but will always have a place in my heart. But what about Part 2? Doesn’t it have a place in my heart also? Well, when it gets into it, yes, from about halfway in I had a vision, I knew what I wanted to do with it. But I got caught where I always do, in the beginning. I honestly hadn’t a clue what I was doing in those first few pages, that first dream sequence. I knew I wanted to have one last hurrah in Minoka, I didn’t realise after Part 1 how much I loved drawing it, creating it from love. I didn’t want to leave it behind just like that. Honourable intentions, sure, but what I ended up doing was a mess. The first page was a mess, even by Part 1 standards. The colours and lighting were sickening and the sense of space and surrounding, the sense of environment was abysmal.
I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to replace it. I want this comic to be the best it can. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no perfectionist (as I’m sure you can tell XD) But the fact is, in Part 1, I put EVERYTHING in to it. I worked and worked into the night. it was rushed, yes, but by GAWD did I work. From the second half of Part 2 on, I WORKED. I’ve poured every bit of me, pancreas and all, into every page. But for the first half of Part 1 I did not.
This past couple of months, Ive redrawn and rewritten from the cover to page 19. And believe you me, I worked. I worked so hard, one of my eyes sloped downwards slightly… *ahem* injoke, sorry
So I Present to you all, the New, Part 2; pages 1-19
I hope people enjoy it, and more importantly, understand it XD