Really, really slow.

I don't even know what I've been doing half the time, just that there's been a lot of it, most of it involved frenetically cleaning things to try to keep places open as long as possible (we're slowly toppling, homeschool group has been cancelled until "later in the year" and gym and dance are struggling on but we're anticipating possibly being shut down before the school holidays) not to mention the shenanigans with steem (I've since moved) and I missed last Friday's progblog (aaargh sorry), Tuesday's ko-fi update (really sorry!) and I'm really, really tired (which is part of why I'm really, really slow, by the time I can work I can't focus).

This virus ay.

I managed to get back to training, though in the first session I didn't end up doing much training as it sounded like my friend who was running the kids' class was having a bit of trouble focusing the kids so I ducked in there to help him.

I missed my Tuesday ko-fi update because there was a huge kerfuffle on steem.  I had nothing to do with it (didn't participate or contribute anything aside from using the rest of my witness votes) because it was way over my head and out of my league.  It annoyed me enough that concentrating on anything important was hard so I did what I usually try to do if able when annoyed and drew.

The sculpt repairs are coming along slowly and painfully but otherwise looking all right.

LOOK AT IT.

THE RAINBOW MOVES. I LOVE IT.

I thought I was pretty much done with Zara aside from wardrobe (which I can build out as I proceed through scripts) when I  remembered that the goggles are an essential piece of kit as she's blind in the light without them.

Then I spent way too long staring at her for a bit before sending a screenie to Sprat asking if the eyes were too far apart.  She confirmed that they were and that I should also maybe move the mouth up a tiny bit.  So I did.

Last night was an exercise in frustration.  There was a bunch of chores to finish up, and then all I wanted to do was some art and to hopefully get the progblog knocked out before it got too late.

Or: why fyn has a ridiculously comprehensive and detailed head universe.

Like all good stories, it started off innocently enough.  I finished eyebrows and eyelashes and did some super quickie expression tests:

My lights are really close and pretty bright hence the intense reflection, if they're still too reflective under normal lighting conditions I'll have to fiddle with the node a bit more. 

Then it was onto clothes.

I was optimistic and tried but as expected it took me longer to ease back in than I wanted.

And then I injured my right thumb cleaning the stove and had a couple of days where holding the pen was painful (but towards the end of Day 0 and yesterday I tried anyway, today was better).

Currently working on trying to get Zara's hair sorted.  Took me a bit to remember how to x-mirror around the 3d cursor and even then because I hadn't applied the transforms to the curves the mirrored copies were wonkered.  Which was fine as I only wanted the same number of guides on both sides and didn't want the hairstyle to be symmetrical, but it's a bit of work adjusting.

Even though we haven't gone away this Christmas and are only doing a couple of gatherings, I've still managed to completely fail to get anything worthwhile done when I have been able to do anything.  Last night I fell into a pit and after my computer decided to randomly crash (again) and I had to redo a whole pile of work, I ended up not even attempting the progblog and just crawling into bed to sulk.

Then today I played Pixelmon for most of the day with the kids and then youngest and I played Pokemon Go while walking my dog.

Work on the hair continues.

Most of this week has been taken up doing last second Christmas-related stuff that I'd forgotten (I'm pretty sure this is the first year I thought I better do a list for next year, in my defence it's the first time I've had to keep track of enough people to require a list), so work fell by the wayside a little bit.

I managed to start on the hair and rig the crest.