I tried asking my mother for a new computer, but she said "We can't afford that right now." What did she do not even a day later? She bought herself a brand new Droid X, worth hundreds of dollars. You can imagine that made me feel better.
At any rate, the only program I have is Paint.net. It's not horrible, but if you're used to Photoshop, it's a major step down. Even then, it lags something horrible because my mother left it out in the sun one too many times, so I can only use the standard Paint.
One of my friends asked for a banner done in Paint anyways, so I obliged them. As I went to save it, I noticed that the Pictures folder wasn't completely empty. Examining it, I found some YEARS old drawings I did for a different story. The quality surprised me-- while faces are COMPLETELY off, the bodies weren't exactly as bad. In fact, I think I got worse in drawing full bodies. Regardless, it was a call back to a time when I wasn't afraid of my skills, when I enjoyed drawing to the fullest. I didn't say I was the best, but I didn't hold back out of fear. It made me realize how far I've gone. I'm a much more timid person. I'm so worried about what others think of me. God, some of these drawings are bad, but at the same time, I can tell I had this naive pride in them. And a bit of it returned when I saw it.
I just thought I'd share them right now. I have no idea what they're supposed to say, as this part of the story was scrapped and it's completely different now. It's going to be a visual novel, not drawn by me, and I'm still writing it, but it's still a cute little look at my past.
And here's a song that sums up these two.
(Hint: It's a song about twincest.)
Who knows, maybe I'll share more stuff I've done for this story. I've been working on it for seven years so I have quite a bit of it sitting around.
See you next time.