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The cover for the book is 2/3 rds done
Last night, pencil sketching lightly to produce the first copy (2 hrs). Got a few pages of paper out first, to roughly put to practice what I wanted on the draft copy. Then began to draw, light lines. After I was fairly satisfied with what I had drawn, I printed these off to make a few copies. Just in case I make a major mistake in tracing with black later on. Then, I traced the light lines with a black, fluid pen (an hour and a half). Then printed off several copies for corrections if I get the color wrong.
The last thing that I may do tonight, is to just play with the colors. To see if I can get the right blend for certain items shown in the picture. It is going to take allot of experimentation. Till then...
I had only went into a store to buy a few Ferrero Rocher packages of chocolates... Then, I went into the next store, not realizing that I left the small, 3 chocolates per package, delicious Rochers in my middle vehicle organizer. On the way back, I did not even notice.
I had got out of my vehicle, and only when I went to search for something on that side, it all came together. The package was torn, with only one individually wrapped Ferro Rocher out of its packaging. She had selected one, and even tore the golden foil paper from the once existing Rocher Chocolate.
I looked over at my Dog. This was a little too much for me to handle. I yelled "Pushkin! You ate one of my Ferrero Rocher!" Is she the only dog in the world that probably ate a Ferrero Rocher.
Good point in standing, she actually thought the process through. She did not destroy the three chocolates in the package, all in one bite. She used her incisors, exactly as a surgeon would, to take apart the package from t…
Rukkabunk looked up at his mother. He was carrying his prized yorkshire terrier abord the luxury cruise ship, the prestigious oil tanker "Black Sea Patches", as its rusty old sheet metal was thin and sometimes let out a streak of oil slick on top of the mighty world oceans.
Rukkabunk looked at pitiful, weak Jorumthium and laughed "I bet Jorumthium wishes he had a pet lime mine! My dog is some smart and sharp, probably way to intelligent for that 5 year old kid over there!"
His elegant red leather dressed, high heeled mom smirked and patted him on the head "Son, you know what I told you about belittling people! Do your best to show them that you are pretty much perfect in everything, and that they are lousy in all what they do! Then throw your Yorkshire Terrier head first at the little boy, and watch him bite his head off!"
Poor Jorumthium ducked near the side rails on the top deck of the boat, as the poor little Yorkshire Terrier flew over the deck... Ru…