Sigh. Well, it's been a while.

The fact that I haven't posted stuff since, um, January doesn't mean that I haven't been drawing, of course. It only means I haven't really felt like posting it. Most of what I've been drawing is original characters, thanks to you-know-who-you-are, who's gotten me totally addicted to my own fictional monks over the past seven months or so. So since I have a moment now, before another semester starts, I guess I'll post some of the highlights of that work. I'll also post whatever else I've got sitting around on my hard drive, but I'll warn you upfront that most of it isn't fanart, Les Mis or otherwise.

I did have some good Les Mis news, though. I saw it in Japan in March (god, this has got to be my ninth time seeing the show, or something like that...I stopped keeping track a while ago... ). It was awesome, of course, as always, and interesting because for all the times I've seen it, this was my first time in a foreign language. I was lusting hard-core after the T-shirts they were selling that read "24653" (this is Valjean's prisoner number in the Japanese version--fits better with the music than 24601), but alas, like all T-shirts in Japan, it was about twenty dollars too expensive for my cheap tastes. XD From the show itself, I'd say creep-out moment of the night came right after the fall of the barricade, when the stage turns around and Enjolras is hanging there. It was all pretty and stuff (you know, instrumental "Bring Him Home," blahblah), and I was feeling it and all, and then...the audience began to applaud. I mean, like, not one person or anything. Like the whole audience. Clapping for a dead guy. I mean, I've heard of crying at Eponine's death or whatever, but applauding Enjolras' death? Bizarre, surreal. My (Japanese) boyfriend explained very gently afterwards that this was merely a cultural appreciation for an exceedingly beautiful death. O__o Oooookay. Only in Japan. (Then again, they also found it appropriate to applaud after Enjolras' really high note immediately preceding "Do You Hear the People Sing?" Could this be a cultural appreciation for exceedingly beautiful notes...? XD)

Anyhow, even though their JVJ was a wimp who could have been eaten for breakfast by bushido-master-hardcore-samurai!Javert, the evening certainly wasn't a total bust, because afterwards my boyfriend proposed to me, and WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!! (Can you tell I'm excited...? ) So after five years of dating, I feel gratified that he knows me well enough to propose to me at a production of Les Mis. (Like he couldn't tell I liked LM in the first five minutes of talking to me...XD)

So this sudden increase in real-life activity has had a negative effect on my devart maintaining, I admit. Never fear, though--art will never be fully suppressed by something as insubstantial as real life.