Towards The Light

This is the title of one of the notes on my notes app. The next one says "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, the postman tickling my toes". I guess you had to be there.

Here is another little round up of doodles which I either drew this week or revisited (because I <3 being nostalgic).

Next week I will be posting an essay about shameful memories. However, I have also been considering the fun idea of doing a Substack Murder Mystery. I imagine it working like this:

Week 1: I present to you a dramatic crime scene with the murder victim, suspects and evidence. I envision my murder taking place on a Polar Bear infested remote island.

Week 2: I take you along for the investigation. We look at possible motives and sordid pasts. Everyone will be encouraged to share who they think dunnit and their reasoning.

Week 3: The grand reveal. I uncover the shocking truth of who did the murder and why they did it which will hopefully be an amazingly clever surprise (unless I choose to steal someone else’s more creative and interesting idea)

If this is of any interest please comment or let me know. I think I just need two people to tell me this is a good idea and then I’ll be convinced lol!

Anyway, to the art:

I call this: Making Myself into Soup.

Visual representation of me trying to move out of my apartment before my creepy landlord tries to corner me and ask for even more money.

This is from a while ago but I’ve been thinking about it a lot as I write my upcoming Shameful Memories essay.

I know this is niche but I think their bad decision making makes me feel better about my own choices. Also I always expect to be hit with the green monster of jealousy when people find clothes I want and when they don’t I am smug like a gluttonous little prince.

This was a drawing I did in summer.

This is the sequel. Winter affected the direction this went in.

Okay that is all from me. Thank you for reading and maybe see you at the Murder Mystery Party on Polar Bear Island?