One third but still less than one half

I have had a bit more time than usual of late, so I’ve managed to get slightly ahead in the Heavenly Bride update game. Which meant that yesterday I was able to draw the final page of Chapter 6, schedule it on the website, and this morning I was up at 3:30 AM working on the 2012 Christmas wallpaper… wanna see a sketch?

As is  my habit when I finish a chapter, I took a look at just where in the story I was and to my delight I’m about 1/3 of the way through. I was so ecstatic I couldn’t concentrate for at least an hour and had to pace the house to walk it off.

I’ve always known Heavenly Bride wasn’t that long a story – I mean you can only go so far with a romance without it turning into the never-ending soap opera of doom. I’ve always been unclear on just how many chapters it will be, though. I think I’m looking at somewhere between 20 and 24 chapters at this rate. Not bad at all.

Someone said recently that Heavenly Bride’s occasional color was “random” and “annoying” so one of my biggest hopes is that by the end of the story you, the reader, will understand just why the color and appreciate it for the artistic statement I’ve chosen it to be. =^-^= I don’t want Heavenly Bride to be just like everything else. I’m not into the cutter cutter statement.

When I began this project I strove on purpose to do something with some sort of artistic flair – something that said “Comics can have deep meaning. Comics can be written for more than the window-licking sheeple.” I have no idea if I’ve managed to get anywhere near that goal. I only know I’ve managed to make the opening better for a lot of you and “boring” for the rest. Which I think is par for the course.

I hope you guys are enjoying where I’m at in the tale. Chapter 7 is going to have something pretty serious go down, something that can end friendships and destroy self-esteems. And that’s all you’re getting from me today.


Trait of Honor Excerpt 3

Juvinich did not want to.  He had to think of a way out of this problem quickly.  With a sideways glance at the man, he stooped to crawl into the hut.  The woman inside scuttled to press herself against one wall.

There was barely enough room inside for two people, especially if they wanted to keep from touching each other.  Against all intention, Juvinich wound up sitting so that his thighs rubbed against the thighs of the woman.  In the dark, he could barely see her face.  Long hair hid most of it as she kept her eyes lowered.

She looked soft enough, Juvinich supposed.  She risked a quick glance at him before hiding behind her hair again.  From what he could tell, her clothing barely covered delicate areas most women in The Militia would be appalled to admit having.  She shifted her weight, not because she was uncomfortable with touching him so much as she was supporting herself with one hand on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Juvinich said, “but I’m not looking for a wife.  I tried to tell your father, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”