She watched the roots, reaching up out of the ground. Twirling around each other. Tying themselves together and standing tall. She would have run when she saw her face forming in the organic ballet. If only the roots holding her hands and feet would loosen their grip.
Ya know, I was absolutely certain I’d had Durthi as a #Colour_Collective portrait. Can’t find her in any of the usual folders or my Twatter though. I shall remedy this in 2019.
Obs, this ain’t just no straight-up horror post, but an advert too. Cause ya know, I do need a few quid to buy tea!
You can get an original hand drawn Durthi or a print of this fiendish plant lady on my Etsy store. Postage is free and first class wherever you live in the world, and each card envelope comes with a free bird drawn on it. Stick that in ya stovepipe and smoke it.
The last #Colour_Collective of the year. Please say hello to Darkness. A mean arse arachnid-like monster from the Capricorn horror stories. It’s a character I’ve had for ages and I’ve never known how to present her. Turns out, giving her some spots and hanging her from a thread of web was the perfect way to present her.
It would appear, we’re one day away from new years eve. So, this is new years eve-eve, right? Or Hogmanay as they seem to call it in my new local town.
There are things I wanted to be done before the new year started that I haven’t managed. I’m still fixing the website. I’ve managed to repair about 100 posts with another 700’ish to go. Crab nabbit, that WordPress 5.0 update has mauled me. It’s taking me 5 hours for every 30 posts. Even then not all of them are working thanks to Gutenburgs… Quirks…
I’d say it’s easier to make new posts of all the old stories and mass delete the old ones. But then I could kiss goodbye to two years worth of SEO, search rankings and imagine all those links posted across social media going nowhere… Urgh. Oh well. Suck it up and get on with it.
I never managed to update my Etsy shop either (Obligatory link: etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleFears ). I have 24 new art prints, fresh from Moo, with a new and lovely card smell and none of them made it onto Etsy from a month ago.
I have to overhaul my Patreon and Ko-Fi too. When someone buys me a cuppa from Ko-Fi from now I’ll be linking to them in the footer of the next story post as thanks. Same with Patreon. I’ve always given new patrons a shout out, but I have very little support there. A few awesome Feary diehards. But otherwise, I get one new Patron a month. Then usually lose one in exchange, haha. Maybe I should be putting the weekly $10 into a daily $10 shout out. I’ve always thought if I ever got popular, that would asplode my post footers though. I’ll figure something out.
Though speaking of which…
With special thanks.
Weekly shout out to my $10 patron, Warren from IWrite. Without people like Warren, I wouldn’t be able to wake you all with my little fears and you’d probably cry a lot less in the morning than you already do. So please do check out Warrens blog.
“Got a pretty good vocabulary though,” said Clouds. “I’ve never been able to spell or pronounce ‘mileniuimumn,’” sighed Hydra. “Funny thing,” sighed Clouds. “I can never spell ‘icy.’” “Well,” replied Hydra. “I see why.”
“I couldn’t believe it,” said Spectre.
“I can imagine,” replied Clouds.
“Then she accused me of having an affair with Shlothmagrothadikiflooflarbinban!” cried Spectre.
“The fiend,” gasped Clouds. “How could she say such a thing?”
“God, no,” said Yuffie. “Imagine what it’d do to the carpets.” “What’s that?” asked Fuen, arriving in the middle of a conversation. “Yuffie here, won’t let a homeless sentient water basin use her spare room,” replied Lucy. “I’ll let that just sink in,” snorted Yuffie.
So I thought I’d share a photo of my not-Instagram-worthy studio today. Also, I thought I’d share what yesterdays Storm Deidre did to my new homes fence. Pssh. The fiend! The Fears are on hand to help drop a pallet on a salvageable panel that was pulling the rest of the fence down. Cheers Piscies and… Oh… Deer…
Now, there’s a studio pic. It’s a mish-mash of the cheapest furniture I could get with odd second-hand bits and bobs. It ain’t very stylish but it is very functional. The studio includes a spacious dog crate used as a desk extension (because apparently, my desk chair is nicer for pups to sit on).
The PC was a self-build and cost £300’ish for a 16gb ram, AMD Ryzen 3 2200G with a bunch of old hard drives in. I’ll cover the PC in a future post about the tech the Fears use.
I ended up with two small monitors instead of one big one. A £20 19″ monitor combined with a £4 “16 flat screen TV. Both second hand. The 16″ TV is absolutely dire. It has less than 720p resolution. The monitor is absolutely awesome. I know 19″ is too small for most people nowadays, but the picture is so darned crisp. It’s an odd one because I cannot find it listed anywhere. It has a 1920 x 1020 resolution. But no matter how much I search, I just cannot find any 19” monitors with a resolution that high. Maybe it was one of the first 1020p monitors that were too expensive to make? Whatever, It’s small, but I absolutely love it.
The lamps are of course, meant to help with future videos. The window doesn’t get much light as I’m around the back of the house. So when I’m videoing myself drawing I need every bit of light from my left that I can get.
Oh, that box against the back wall is a delivery of art-prints. I’ve had them nearly two weeks and haven’t gotten the buggers onto Etsy yet! Hopefully, this week…
Phew. Ever put studio pics or other creative spaces photos online yourself? Leave us a link comments so we can have a perv over your own creative spaces and writing desks.
“My missus hates it when I mess with her red wine,” remarked Spectre. “Oh, aye?” asked Sprite. “What’d you do to it?” “Oh, I just mixed in some orange juice and fruit lumps,” said Spectre. “Darn, man,” said Sprite. “That ain’t on, bruv.” “I know,” sighed Spectre. “Now she’s sangria than ever.”
Boom! Haha, get it? GET IT? Bwaha.
I need better lighting of course, but playing about with videos this week. That works a lot better than I thought.
Little Fears 