Author: Lynette
#1— Getting There—9•14•
Feargus
Where Izzie goes.
Being a newspaper carrier is a wonderful gig if you like early mornings. Yea, most will ask me about the cold in the winter and I remind them we have state of the arts winter gear available almost anywhere. Most importantly, keep your feet warm and dry with very good shoes. This is an image I found the other morning. It is a patch of mushrooms that must span a circular 10 feet. If it was not for the street light, I would not have seen them. Lovely little guys:
This is a fine mess!
Gracie and her spinner from Lynette Yencho on Vimeo.
But is it Art!?
Oh yea, It is Sunday night and in the morning Fiddlehead is scheduled to launch! I still have code that is wrong, some I can’t find and the only thing that makes sense any more is Gracie playing with her spinner. Hear her purr.
Comic Archives
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
- Next Morning, Outside —11•16•17
- BusyBusy —10•24•17
- A New Friend for Dolly —11•08•17
- Where is my paper!? —11•15•17
- Rest —11•29•17
- What is this place!? — 12•06•17
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It’s Dark! — 12•14•17
Chapter Four
Chapter 5
- My Day Job — 02•22•18
- A Painting Class — 03•01•18
- Bitch Bitch Bitch — 03•14•18
- Best time of the Day— 3•21•18
Chapter 6
- Snow Days — 03•07•18
- Lethal Coffee Clutch — 03•28•18
- What Are You Afraid Of? — 04•04•08
- Now What? — 04•11•1Ω
- Just Kidding — 04•18•18
Chapter 7
- The Paint Project —05•16•18
- Power Washing —05•23•18
- Dude —06•13•18
- Intermission —06•20•18
- Confrontation —07•05•18
Chapter 8
Time is a Clippin’ and a Scratchin’
So much done this week, so little done. The comic is set to go live on September 9, but with a few snaggles, technical and emotional, I seem to be spinning my wheels. No matter. New kitten so sweet.
Not sure what came over me. Michael came across this little sweetheart from one of his clients. They found her at the fair grounds, hiding between the semi trucks. We helped in the quest to find a new home and to no avail.
“What are you thinking?” He texted me.
“Same thing you are.” I texted back. We both know we can’t really afford it, just having a family vet visit with three cats and three dogs. But the kitten’s hero could not keep cats where she lived. It was then I remembered an old friend of mine, no longer living, I always check myself. At times like these I would ask myself, “what would Paulette do?” We both knew what the answer was there. So, meet Gracie.
She is so sweet, just needs to learn a few manners. Needles!
But things got better once I knew my place. Gettin’ back to the strip.
Izzie & Dolly
For years I have waited.
Waited for the times when I could paint what I want, go to sleep when I want, dress comfortably, and not worry about awkward moments with others. I am awkward and I know it, they know it. Now it is expected. I was sort of pushed into retirement, but I know what was going on. As a commercial artist, you have to keep up with the trends and the last one destroyed me.
Do you remember when porcelain and molded paste collectables were all the rage? Well, I was a part of that army of artists who for a few dollars handed over their skills for the contrived and pathetic little theme oriented clusters of princesses, birds on bird houses, flowers in attitude, the list goes on and on. . It rendered me enough to buy this house I suppose and that is good, but it is no Fiddlehead! And I was able to go to online web design school.
I am educated to be and was for a brief period, a newspaper illustrator. Newspapers were falling down like rain when I was at the pinnacle of my career. Mine fell and I went down with the ship. After that it was all detours. Like the one above about figurines. I illustrated a few children’s books but I don’t even remember them except you can count them on one hand. I tried art fairs, publishers, all got me work, but it was for everyone else.
The irony. As a journalist, experienced newspaper illustrator, college graduate (3.98GPA), and web designer, the closest I get to any of those jobs is delivery! Yes, “The Morning Phantom” they call me because I deliver newspapers at 3—6 am.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my title and I love delivering papers. Just knowing I am partially responsible for the happiness a person gets when they step outside on a beautiful morning and there is their newsprint companion. I can smell the coffee brewing and hear the toast popping. I get my exercise and lots of fresh air. While I am walking, I think about my many novels and paintings.
I deliver the newspaper to Fiddlehead. Why is that a big deal? I don’t know, I have for many years and I don’t even know who lives there. I leave the paper, it is gone the next morning and I get a nice card with a good tip every Christmas. There is no name on the on subscription or the annual card. They just appreciate that I put it on the top step and that I deliver it before 5 am. Imagine my surprise when I heard someone is moving in!
Dolly—my mastiff and body guard. She goes wherever I go.
Don Eduardo Montoya
I now live with the Yaloos in a carriage house for Fiddlehead. They have lived there forever! But I have only been here for a few years.
You see. I used to be a sire at a farm called CockerPuppies No.475
This is my story
Unfortunately, Eddie’s hard luck story is common. But there are ways to help these little friends have more happy starts. AdoptaPet is one of the many websites you can go to to find the exact right friend for you! If you have a favorite web address, please send it to me. I will put it up here.
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I am going to put something up here, really.