The woman who’s negotiating with me directly already approved. She suggested aging up a couple of characters and having more PoC, not realizing that I’d drawn PoC with straight hair too - including a native american woman - because, to be fair, it’s hard to tell in a b&w pencil sketch… but yeah, she approves.
She’s showing my art tomorrow at a meeting of people who have never seen me or my work, and is, in her own words, “going to defend it”. But oh man just the thought of it not being approved scares me a bit haha I’m such a newbie in this business.
Okay my dash needs more pretty things! So if you constantly post/reblog:
Like this post and I’ll check your blog out (or drop an ask if it’s a sideblog). You don’t have to follow me or anything :3
Me and one of my best friends just marathoned a bunch of work we had to do. From 10 am to right now (7pm) I’ve graded 24 tests and 81 essays, plus done some concept sketches for the illustration job I got, plus arranged a short work meeting with the guy who’s taking over my classes in the job I quit. Also lunch was homecooked and copious amounts of tea were had.
While I correct essays about the passing of time, on a holiday, my cats have been quietly napping all morning.
I’m working over the weekend because I need to get paid and because I have to make something with my life.
I often get up before sunrise to study and work and make something of myself. When I do that, I often leave my cats sleeping in my bed.
My cats have no concept of being anything they aren’t already. They cannot conceive of being anything other than (happy, healthy) cats.
My cats don’t think they’re ever going to die. My cats don’t cry at night and don’t feel sorry for themselves. They sleep peacefully every night, often guarding me in my restless, nervous, exhausted slumber.
Woke up at 3:30 am itching to start sketching stuff for this illustration job I got (cover for a booklet on the new rights of domestic cleaners for a feminist NGO) then realized I need specs I forgot to ask for, am now frustrated.