Remember those good old days, when I was keeping up with your writing and drawing and loving every second of it? Ah, yes, those were the good old days, when I was barely surviving my last year of college and had not yet had three or four life cycle events in my family thrown at me in a single month. (Going to Disney World is a life cycle event, right? I mean, it's TOTALLY on par with college graduation and a wedding and a funeral... right?)
Well, making up for lost time (or maybe just misplaced time), I have pretty much spent all my online time today looking at your pretty pictures and reading your wonderful stories. I am nowhere NEAR being caught up, but I have a few comments to make before I forget to make them. That being said, let's get on with the saying!
One: I absolutely love and adore your drawings.
Two: I particularly love and adore pretty much anything you draw of Wembley.
Three: Ditto for any and every time you draw any kind of interaction between Red and Gobo. (I'm a real sucker for their love/hate relationship in general...)
Four: When I reached your wonderful picture of Matt and the Storyteller, I quite literally (and very excitedly) sat up and started clapping--which is a very dangerous activity when you're procrastinating on a list of chores your loving parents have assigned you, but that's beside the point. But I just HAD to start clapping, you see, because it reminded me of this wonderful little blurb of an exchange in a Fraggle story that I have actually started writing for real (and may actually post someday if I ever come up with a better title than "Fraggle Fiction that Shouldn't be Written," because the plot has improved considerably since I gave it that name, and really, what kind of title is that?). The short version of the context of that blurb is that it's Couples Day, which can be about friendship but tends to be about... well, something mushier, which is why Red always runs her Singles Swim Race that day, and Gobo makes a point of getting as far as possible from the Great Hall by the time most Fraggles are awake and staying away until it's past time for bed. He's always had company for that trip before, and he's rather grouchily explaining to Red why this year it looks like he's going solo. The general idea of the unwritten blurb itself goes like this: A shocked and mildly disgusted Red saying, "Matt and the Storyteller? But--I didn't think that was mutual!" And a rather disgruntled Gobo grumbling, "Yeah, neither did I."
And... that was a very, VERY long way of saying, "That picture made me REALLY happy!"
And... I have more of your writing to read and comment on. So I will get to that! Yes! Because that sounds MUCH much better than going downstairs and trying to clean the microwave that I can barely reach without standing on a chair.