Covid-19 Free Coloring Page

Hi friends! Since we are all stuck inside waiting out the loooovvveely Coronavirus I thought we could all use something to color!

Imagine Baby Yoda was washing his hands for the full recommended 20 mins… what do you think would happen…

Download it! Color it! And tag me @iamlaceysimpson so I can see how it turns out!

And for gosh’s sake WASH YOUR HANDS… WITH SOAP! 😁

“The Girl and the Daunt” An Inktober Story

In 2019 I wrote and illustrated a short children’s story as an Inktober project.  I followed along with the official word prompt, provided by Jake Parker and everyday I added a few sentences and illustration to a story that was unrealized and unpolished.  I posted the progress to Twitter and Instagram.

There was no story planning at all.  What I had were the words from the prompt, a character I designed and a title:

IMG_1657

“The Girl and the Daunt”

IMG_1659

Day 1:

“The last of the great bells lay in ruin. It had one ring left to grant.”

Continue reading ““The Girl and the Daunt” An Inktober Story”

Studio Adorkable Behind the Scenes: Drawing Writing Bits

Welcome to the first in a new series for my blog which takes you behind the scenes into the progress for my little illustration company, Studio Adorkable LLC.  Hooray!

For this first post I wanted to show the simple process of how I draw the characters that become stickers.

When I’m creating characters that reflect a certain activity or profession I like to include a range of expressions to make the characters relatable. These characters, “Writing Bits”, were extremely satisfying to draw since I’m in the process of writing a novel of my own and could relate to each one of these little faces.

Especially the frustrated one.

 

step 1

Continue reading “Studio Adorkable Behind the Scenes: Drawing Writing Bits”

#writing freebie!

Today, February 1st is my 33rd birthday.

In Fellowship of the Rings Biblo Baggins has a grand party and rather than receiving gifts he instead gives them out to all his guests.

In true Biblo Baggins fashion I’d like to give a gift to all of you who share in this writing journey with me.  It’s hard.  It’s a struggle.  It’s maddening.  It’s wonderful.

IMG_1097

IMG_1100

#writing marketing

Click the link below to download the pdf.  This freebie is for personal use only.  By downloading you agree not to use work for commercial use, resell or claim as your own work.

Art is copyright © LaceySimpson

Download Printable here!

“The Greatest Villain” Flash Fiction Story

The warrior stared back at her foe, feet planted, eyes locked ahead.  A breeze past between them in the quiet, the crisp edge making her skin shiver, yet she did not look away.

Come to me… it called.  She heard it’s voice in her head, the words welcoming, promising, seductive.

Come to me…

No… her voice was weak.  No, there was much to be done.  She could not give in.  But, under the alluring gaze of this, her greatest villain, the warrior’s resolve began to falter.

That’s it… the voice cooed as she stumbled a step forward, longing for satisfaction, come to me… And then the last of the warrior’s strength faded, her resistance slipping until there was no more.

Her sister would find her there, hours later and shriek in utter shock at the terrible scene unfolding before her eyes.  “I don’t believe it…”

“I don’t believe it… You’re asleep again!! I just don’t believe you! Don’t you have a deadline for that big project?  Isn’t it due, like TOMORROW!  God, you are SO LAZY!  And you can’t just leave this window open, idiot, you’ll get sick and then you’ll be on that stupid couch forever- which is probably what you want anyway… UGH!”

The warrior groaned, deep within the maw of the beast.  She barely heard the words of her sister, lamenting her fall, so full of sorrow and despair.

But never fear, the warrior thought, shifting in the coils.  I have it right where I want it.

“Dreaming” Flash Fiction

It was utterly unforgivable. 

Inexcusable. 

Completely malicious. 

 No course or conviction could justify such a monstrous act.  Where once there had been pure joy, so tangible, so incandescent, so like the comfort of a soft woolen blanket now there was only cold and darkness.  Gone was the peace.  Fading were the remnants of a blissful existence, of magnificent feats, of a careless and glorious campaign.  Now all was lost and what was once golden had been violently tarnished; doomed to never shine again.  Torn.  Ripped away…  Now there was only despair and the culprit who lingered nearby…

“Daddy,” the small villain said from the foot of the bed, “Can I have a glass of water?”