MARGOT_90 minutes

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!"

So here's another little story.

I had actually started and was almost finished with an earlier 'Margot Lane' 90 minute exercise. But before I get into that maybe you guys need a primer.

I chew on ice cubes. I like it. I dunno - psychiatrists may say it stems from some level of frustration; personal, professional, mental, physical...um...sexual? Whatever. I like to chew on ice. I like to load up whatever I'm drinking, something cold and something refreshing, and I like to load it up with ice. Then, after the drink is done, there's gonna be ice left. I chew on that because...well...I like to chew on ice. You get little hints of the previous drink because it's somehow permeated itself into the ice cube. It's a nice little treat, you know? Big cubes, little tiny ones, shaved mini-chunks, even the ones with the holes in the middle, I don't have a preference. Last night they were the kind from the ice trays in my fridge - I'd say medium size cubes at the very least.

Okay, so - I'm almost done with a previous Margot Lane image. I was working on the brim of The Shadow's hat, chewing on ice (because I like chewing on 'em) and I guess I'd lost my ice chewing skills or maybe the cube was just a tad too big for my mouth or I'd just forgotten to swallow the melted byproduct.... I don't know what the hell happened, but the next thing I know I've drooled on the original. So flabbergasted was I at this near-impossible and laughable event that I sat there looking at the water soluble ink run down the length of the page. I was mortified.

But then something else happened. After that disastrous tendril finally came to a halt, I started laughing. Laughing out loud like a madman. Laughing like a crazy person because I imagined the sight of me looking like a giant infant and were I wearing diapers and a bib, I'd more than complete the scene. You'd laugh your ass off too if you'd seen a grown man involuntarily drool on himself.

Anyway, there it is. At least I got a chance to redraw Margot to the point where I was actually happy with her. So that right there was a hidden little gift and silver lining. Oh, and I've included a cropped section of the ill-fated image where, you know... the 'magic' happened. Enjoy.