I’ll just identify the species in the more finished sketches –
At the top is a Mi-Go.
In the middle a Dunak.
At the bottom a Tinkerer.
Across the top of the page: a variation on the Monster of Piedras Blancas, K.Z. O’Neil and someone unfinished.
Across the middle of the page: a variation on an exposed brain alien and Buffy Crawfield.
Across the bottom of the page: a little person, Cherice Unomuro, Zebragirl and an unfinished something.
While none of these sketches represent any specific character I’m pretty sure they are representative of characters from my Sentient 39 universe. Not that that really explains much if you don’t live in my head. Which hopefully you don’t. It leaks and no one has vacuumed the carpets since I was born.
I keep most of my story notes in my head. That’s really not the safest place. My brain feels the need to remember useless things (some embarrassing thing I did in third grade, the names of movie stars, what I had for lunch last Thursday) along with everything else.
Occasionally I feel the need to write down story details and ideas and we get pages like this.
This page was random practice sketches. In the top left is probably a portrait based on a photo. I don’t recognize her otherwise. In the top right is good ol’ Detritus.
In the middle left, Trouble Coyote. In the middle right is probably the Mayor from Finnegan’s Brink, the graphic novel that Nizzibet and I may finish before we drop dead. At the bottom are sketches for King Roach adversaries.
The thing at the top is one of the Suessaliens.
The three creatures at the bottom of this image are the same three from my 1988 sketchbook. Only the way I depict them has changed in the passing eighteen years. The human and burrabb priests still compete to save the souls of the natives. The natives still blissfully ignore them.