Fish

I'm writing, even though I have reached the point where I don't have to write a single word because I climbed to the first good peak thanks to the Book Of Fish as I have done so many times this year. 78 in fact. And that means 100 is in play. I like the round numbers, which is part of the reason why I got the idea of writing 1,000,000 words some year. I made a serious attempt at it in 2016 and fell well short of it but in August, September and October I was seriously aiming to make it then. Yeah, I fell almost 300,000 short of that 1,000,000 word year, so it's dramatically different than this year's when I have well north of 800,000 in October. So yeah, I'll be a Millionist in two months, give or take a day or two, As for the drawing? I like it lots. I'd love to know what you think about it. Le sigh. Charles Petrie Date 10-28-19 Time   23:50-23:58=08 Word Count 164

Well isn't she demanding? Though we can only guess at their relationship. Hey, for all we know they are in a committed relationship and they are roleplaying. And no I don't mean she's some kind of lush. Remember, this is Spleck: Creyonah and the rules are different there than they are here. Or do you know sentient glasses of beer that have lovers with pony tails.  Yeah, there' no way that you do. And don't even pretend because physics don't allow for that. Or something. Oh bother. I see the time and know how much I have to write to finish climbing to the first good peak which I have successfully done each day this month, which is pretty good when this is the 28th and I purposefully stopped writing in the last quarter when I did because I was so sure that I was going to kill it in this qyarter when I had to write less than 500 words to make it to 3000 words, which is the first good peak of Mount Kiri-I-ystra, my personal mountain. If thi...

"So you like my work? Thanks man.  it means a lot to me to have a high headed critic like what I do." Brush said with a smile, not that you could tell with the way that Brushes were created, with inexpressive faces, which meant they had to express themselves in their art. "No, I didn't say that Brush." The High headed one said, in such a way that I myself knew which way he was tipped to. Poor Brush, you could tell he really needed the affirmation of his work. "So you don't like it then?" He said and I could feel his ache through my force field that kept me safe from all the prying eyes that would love to get their hands, as it were, on this technology because who wouldn't want a field that both cloaks and allows you to get around all of Spleck as if you had fast legs? "I didn't say that either Brush. I just support the right of all Brushes to ply their trade, even if asses like Beret think they should sell coffee because they ...

It's the final hour of the day and I am at home, with the headphones on, currently watching videos on youtube. Videos which may or may not be clips form that most despicable of film universes, the MCU. It came from the genius of all geniuses himself that the MCU is despicable so who am I, a who am I kind of man who has his limits in how well, or how not quite terribly I draw and write to disagree with him. Except I disagree with him strenuously and couldn't care less to see another Johnny Thug movie which are the heights of filmmaking if you listen to his friend, who was not quite so against the MCU. At least he didn't call them despicable. How does that definition fit what the MCU is? But a lot of shit is being thrown around by people these days. You can't just be content to have other interests, you have to attack it. Great you don't like the MCU and it seems specifically the MCU, I don't care about Johnny Thug movies and war pictures are cer...

Guess what this strip is about? What, you thought I wouldn't have something to say about inflammatory opinions about comic book movies? And if I'd bothered to sharpen my knife I'd have gone harder on what Francis Ford Coppola said. See, I like most of them and I especially like MCU movies and am bothered by the vitriol of the comments by Martin Scorsese and especially the aforementioned who called them despicable. Really? Despicable? A movie or series of movies that you don't like is despicable? Surely he knows what that word means right? If you don't, look it up, he is dead wrong. Your choice of words sir and I use that term with an inward snort because sir is not the way I would like to address him right now, but I generally don't go around throwing cusses at people. At things that drive me up the wall? Yes. At people? No.  And with the particularly offensive comment made by Mr. Coppola being factually wrong, it's easy for me to take ...

Someone asked me at the pub this morning if I still draw when I am out. I answered in the affirmative and added that I draw at the other one too. I don't know what he thinks of that, nor do I care, because drawing and even writing at the Pubs, any pub is a good thing, because it is time that is well served. In fact, the only thing that would stop me from drawing at one of the pubs would be if I was asked, or told not to. But they are good people and I don't see them telling me not to draw because who does it hurt if I sit there quietly, engaging with others as I draw? Okay, there was one guy who actually got pissed about something I drew, because he was offended by it, stupidly of course, as people are far too often stupidly offended, especially these days where some get offended at the drop of a hat, even if they have to drop the damn hat themselves. But to him, what I would say, as the first thing, well, is not something that I should out loud. Ha ha ha Bu...

There is no story writing that I can hear as I look at this drawing of mine done early on my birthday as I went out the night before and stayed past midnight. And when do we celebrate the New Year? Yes, at midnight, which means that the day begins at the 00:00 hour. Not all people see it that way but it is the right way to see it. I killed off Jean-Francois Creyon and this is me searching for a character that I might draw as regularly as I drew Creyon. Just for a longer time because how many drawings did I draw him here? Not that many.. And yes, I miss him, but the beauty of Creyonah is that there are other pencils that I can draw and believe you me, I found it very easy to draw Jean-Francois Creyon, which is part of the reason why I do miss him. Even though I didn't draw hims with the same consistency that I would have if I were a better artist. But as I maintain, there is a place for me at the table. I just have to make it pay off. If you want to critique my ...

I didn't mean to kill Jean-Francois Creyon. he would have been fine if the shark hadn't come along. But once I added the fin pointed towards him, as he fell off the helicopter, it was the only thing that made sense. Though yes, there was that helpful whatnot in the air that had taken aim on the shark, but clearly he missed and the shark was free to indulge in his curiousity as sharks are only being curious when they meet humans and don't like our taste. Now Jean-Francois is not a man and is instead a living pencil, or was, but maybe sharks in Spleck: Creyonah have a hankering for pencils. Surely you don't think that Jean-Francois Creyon is the only living pencil? Because he isn't. But more on that later. Poor Jean-Francois is sadly dead. Charles Petrie Date 10-18-19 Time   23:37-23:58=21 Word Count 137

I haven't usually written anything with my weekly Spleck posts, but I think that this has to change as there's too much potential with Spleck, as there is with Spleck: Creyonah, which have been posts that include writing, whether it's story writing or not. Obviously making it story writing will serve mje better than the more open style that serves me and my sacred quest better. But I digress. There's another pencil, this one a more mechanical one than you've been seeing before Jeam- Francois Creyon's untimely demise. Who is he? Is he going to replace the unfolding legend that was Jean-Francois Creyon? Okay, we had just begun to see him so unfolding legend is a very much a stretch, but I think that Jean-Francois could have become a legend. In time. But his time has come to an end. This is now the time of John Darrington. Daring pencil of adventure, as evidenced by his looking a giant bird in the eye and not panicking. Unless you think that...

I regret to inform you that jean-Francois Creyon has officially been reported as missing and Is presumed dead as he was suspended from a helicopter, as you do and the rope snapped and he fell into the sea where a shark had just swum into range. There was lead in the water but no body was found, though the search continues still, after the first six hours of searching hope was pretty low and only the most hopeful cling any hope that he is still alive. Poor Jean-Francois Creyon. He still had so much to live for. But now he's almost surely dead. He will be missed. By someone.  He is estranged from his family and hasn't spoken to them in years but when they are informed, they are sure to artrange for a funeral, as soon as hte appropriate amount of time for his legal declaration of death is made. It's a sad day for the Creyonah Lands. Charles Petrie Date 10-18-19 Time   17:39-17:58=19 Word Count 159

Elethora, fairest ladies of the new land who breathed life into me and sent me on my way. Would that I could be in her presence again but I cannot, I was not meant to be in the presence of such a Goddess as her. Besides, I love Shar and she would not stand for me mooning over a Goddess and I've fought for us too hard to be stupid enough to blow a good thing for the fleeting attentions of a fickle Goddess. But I can't help but be grateful to her for creating me out of whole cloth. As they say. Clearly I was not created out of cloth for I am lead  strong and true. Though not the kind of strong to be an adventurer. I am an artist through and through and not at all suited for adventure.] In fact I would suck as an adventurer.   But as strange as this world is now, I am not worried about being thrust into the role that I was not made for. That would be the craziest thing that I could ever imagine happening. Charles Petrie Date 10-18-19 Time   21:4...

Yes, Jean-Francois Creyon changes slightly in size from appearance to appearance as he is always reinventing himself and the friends with whom he appears as that is just the nature of Spleck. Spleck is not your normal world. As for whether it ever was, well who are you to ask?   Someone who is terribly interested? Well, if you want to know if it ever was, ask me in a comment here or at Artoberist@gmail.com. I'll be waiting. Charles Petrie Date 10-17-19 Time   23:49-23:54=05 Minutes Word Count 77

Astute followers of my blog will no doubt notice that the surface from which I presented this drawing is different from the first three. It' s okay if you didn't because I am in the know of where this drawn, which is not the same place as the first three because I drew it and know where. There are two pubs where I draw with some regularity at and this is the second one. I'd go into further detail about this but I am about to turn into a pumpkin so I'll be going now. But I'll be back tomorrow. Charles Petrie Date 10-16-19 Time   Late At Night Word Count 99

I promised verse And I'd feel worse About my blog If I didn't do As I said I would So I'll be good And rhyme a little Though what do I have to say of this As it came from the bliss That I but feel When I am out And have a need to draw As I drink And take on in The atrmosphere Of people having fun As I have mine Yes indeed It wouldn't be the same If I lacked the cause To put my name On a goodly drawing Because I'm not there To talk and talk some more I'm sadly seen as a bore By some alas So I sit my ass alone Though talk I will They don't thrill To Petrie time It's just a truth of life I can honestly talk about Most anything But most would rather not Yes talk for long with me That's just the way it's meant to be So best I put the time to use And out of that love of drawing Came my favourite sentient pencil Which is easy to say Since he's only one eh And he has friends indeed Or vicitms of me As...

I don't know what to say about this one. But feel like I should say something. Well, My dude Jean-Francois Creyon is taller than he looks here. That's hardly much of anything but it will have to do in the dying minutes of the day. I'll do better tomorrow. Maybe some poetry. Charles Petrie Date 10-14-19 Time   23:49-23:55=06 Word Count 52

"I thought you knew better Creyon, that I could just tell you in a friendly way that the DarkZone was not big enough for the two of us and that I'd never see or hear from you again. But here you are, not six months removed from when we last spoke. What don't you get about the situation here?" Effasae said to me, sounding anything but friendly and filled with menace. that had me shaking. But I was going to stand tall and not let him scare me away. At least not before I did what I came here to do. "I didn't come back for a confrontation Effasae." I said, holding back my anger, because as much as I could draw big and burly heroes of action defending their people from the dread of villainy, I was anything but a skilled fighter. Even if I had arms to throw hands that I could ball up into fists. "Well, if you had any sense in that rubber brain of yours you would have known that you were going to have one anyways once you stepped lead back in Zone ...

The evolution of Spleck is here.  Spleck: Creyonah is here as I add a new corner of the world, most often drawn away from home and inspired by people that I know in my real life. What the fish has friends? Yup. I do. The original corner of Spleck will continue to be released every Sunday that I am home for until the end of the year. This new corner of the world will be presented for 8 straight days before I return with some poetry. And welcome, I hope, to the people who these drawings are inspired by. Thank you.  Charles Petrie Date 10-12-19 Time   23:30-23:46=16 Word Count 101

Oh fields of green and brown Where two good teams Play in October One with history But much on their side As they've long played with pride That 11 Series won Of the World kind Would give them right to play them so As for the other This is their first They've ever finished with their worst With ache and break In their sadful hearts As they could not make it past The Divisional play But history mattered not at all This day in the Fall Of 2019 They played mean And didn't let them reach With anything more Than but four Three to walks and batters hit And one to a single Yes that was it Could it be Well only time will tell As one game won Just ain't four They need damn more And the last of that Will be hard indeed Still one but down Is one but up And three to go  Winning of a series Is always good On fields of green and brown Two teams played With one but winning And one yes losing Just the ways it's always been Only this ...