Rocket Girl

Rocket Girl

The origins of Rocket Girl are shrouded in mystery. Well, not to me, but there are some things that are better left to the imagination. Suffice it to say that when Daffodil was a very tiny thing circumstances arose that lead to this cognomen, which in turn lead to me writing a little song by the same name which, if you are very, very lucky, I will not at some future date record and post to this blog.

So, having a perfectly good theme song already in the can, it seems unavoidable that at some point I should do a Rocket Girl story, and it seems that this is, more or less, that point. A month or so ago I started giving the idea some consideration, and at that point I was thinking of doing it as an Atom Punk piece, with big Cadillac fins and bubble space helmets, and I did a couple of sketches to notate the general idea. I wasn’t all that thrilled.

Rocket Girl 1

So, after musing on the question a bit, I tried some Diesel Punk ideas. A bit more on the Indiana Jones end of things. Maybe a little better, although I hadn’t got around to designing any machinery yet, which in a project like this is fairly important for the overall look and feel.


After that, I started to think, well, why not go whole hog and go Steam Punk?  I’ve been a big Steam Punk fan since seeing the original Wild, Wild West tv show and a rash of Jules Verne-based movies in my youth. So I messed around with that a little bit, and about this time Management sprang for the tablet (A Surface Pro 3, running Sketchbook Pro, if anyone cares). So I started messing about on that a little too (see header).

RG SP 1b

And then, of course, Daffodil got her hair cut.

Now, normally a haircut is just a haircut, but this one has repercussions. A bob is just not Steam Punk. The ‘punk’ in Steam Punk is, of course, all about taking liberties with reality, but it remains essential to have some stylistic integrity, or what have you got? So, do I use the ‘old Daffodil’ with her knotted and combined locks, like quills upon the fretful porpentine, or skip back to Atom Punk?


Changes Ahead, Changes Afoot

Changes Ahead

A variety of changes are underway here at the Global International Headquarters of Monsters And Daffodils Inc.

One change which is, in a manner of speaking, both ahead and already complete, is that Daffodil has had a haircut, and is now sporting a neat bob with bangs. The idea, under discussion with various authorities for some little time, being to tame her raging and disordered locks, the deed was done last week. This will, of course, require various stylistic updates to MAD, among the many others planned or contemplated. Lest anyone fear that a mere haircut has quelled Daffodil’s unruly spirit, be assured that if anyone can add an element of windblown madness to a short bob, it’s Daffodil.

Technology is coming to MAD as well. As foreshadowed elsewhen, the circumstance of life have made working with traditional media very difficult for the Author, and production has been plummeting. So, Management, going out on a fiscal limb, has disbursed, frittered, blown, and/or wisely invested a considerable sum of money it does not actually possess on a ridiculously expensive tablet that it hopes will launch MAD vigorously into the 21st Century and make it possible to actually get stuff done. So far, of course, this has merely created more delays in production while the workforce attempts to adjust to the new methods, which, for ancients such as ourselves, used to operating with tools and materials like paint brushes and canvases, seems a lot like pushing snot on glass with a stick. Results will, eventually, be forthcoming.

Also ahead, some changes in format for MAD. While we will continue to present random smatterings of Daffodilisms and episodes of My Little Art director, current activities at the Salt Mine have made these offerings more difficult to produce regularly. Thus, Management has decided to explore some additional products that the workforce can address without the painful necessity of remember exactly what Daffodil said for the day or two it often now takes to get the opportunity to record it.

Two of the projects now under consideration are a Rocket Girl (back story to follow) serial, and a Princess Daffodil serial, either of which may ultimately become books. A bit of preliminary sketching has taken place on Rocket Girl, set back somewhat by the recent Hair Cut. In the coming days I hope to share some of this with my Gentle and Discerning Readers, and hope you will provide some feedback about the various possible directions the project may take.

A Star Is Born. Or Not.

Princess Daffodil is sick today. She has a fever that goes up and down, and something of a sore throat, but not sufficient to make red spots or large swellings. All in all, she is in languid good humor, mostly watching Harold and the Purple Crayon and critiquing his sartorial choices.

(Daffodil: “Papa, why is he wearing those footies?”

Me: “He’s supposed to be in bed, sleeping.”

Daffodil: “Yeah, but why is he wearing THOSE footies?”)

Also, some time in the last week, she has decided she wants to be on TV.

(Daffodil: “Papa, I want to be on TV.”)

She is contemplating strategies to achieve this:

Daffodil: “Papa, can we put something on America’s Funny Videos?”

Me: “I don’t think we have anything to put on America’s Funny Videos.”

Daffodil: “I could fall in the toilet. I would do that.”

This script has been axed by the suits at the pre-production meeting and sent back to development.

My Little Art Director Strikes Back Again


Daffodil: “Papa, draw me a picture.”

Me: “What are we drawing?”

Daffodil: “Me washing and taking care of a dog.”

Me: “You washing and taking care of a dog?”

Daffodil: “No! Me watching a dog!”

Me: “Watching a dog? Like, with your eyeballs?”

Daffodil: “NO! Washing! Washing! WASHING!”

Me: “Like with a scrub brush in a tub?”

Daffodil: “YES! WASHING A DOG!”

Me: “That’s what I said the first time.”

Daffodil: “Wait, I have to draw this first…” (Takes pencil, puts two crossed lines across paper.)

Me: “What is this?”

Daffodil: “For the pictures. Little pictures. First, me washing the dog.”

Me: “What, four pictures? You’re a lot of trouble.”

Daffodil: “Just draw it.”

Daffodil: “What is that? A bathtub?”

Me: “No, just a wash tub. You’re washing the dog outside.”

Daffodil: “Can’t dogs just get in the bathtub?”

Me: “Sure, but they splash a lot of water in the house.”

Daffodil: “Oh, okay. Is that Sarah?”

Me: “Yeah, that’s our dog.”

Daffodil: “She doesn’t look that happy.”

Me: “She doesn’t like baths.”

Daffodil: “Okay, now I’m feeding her. Feeding her dog food.”

Me: “Okay. Like that?”

Daffodil: “That’s okay. Now she’s taking a nap.”

Me: “Alright.”

Daffodil: “Do dogs need pillows?”

Me: “Not really, but they like them. When they were wild animals they just lay on the ground, or on piles of leaves and stuff. But they like pillows.”

Daffodil: “Now in this one we’re playing.”

Me: “What kind of playing?”

Daffodil: “You know, running around. She chases a stick and brings it back to me.”

Me: (Sarah does not fetch) “Okay.”

Daffodil: “It’s lovely…”

Dog Watch

Love is in the Air


Daffodil: “Where can we buy a kid?”

Me: “A goat farm?”

Daffodil: “Prob’ly not.”

Me: “You mean a human child?”

Daffodil: “Yeah. Where can we buy a kid?”

Me: “Well, I don’t think you’re supposed to buy children. But I suppose adopting one is like buying it. It costs a lot of money.”

Daffodil: “What is adopting?”

Me: “There are kids who have no family. If you adopt one, they become part of your family.”

Daffodil: “That’s good, right?”

Me: “Yes. Everybody needs a family.”

Daffodil: “Can we go to a place and look at them?”

Me: “You mean, look at kids without families?”

Daffodil: “Yeth.”

Me: “Why do you want to look at kids without families?”

Daffodil: “One of them might be a girl.”

Me: “Sure- some of them are girls, and some are boys.”

Daffodil: “If it was a girl, she might be wearing a beautiful ladybug polka dot dress.”

Me: “I suppose that could happen. And then what?”

Daffodil: “I would talk to her.”

Me: “You wouldn’t talk to her if she wasn’t wearing a beautiful ladybug polka dot dress.”

Daffodil: “Well, I would. I talk to everybody.”

Me: “Yes, you certainly do.”

Daffodil: “Except Bad Guys. I don’t talk to Bad Guys.”

Me: “Sometimes you can’t tell if they’re bad guys until you talk to them.”

Daffodil: “Yeah. If they say, ‘I’m going to rob a little girl. Not you, someone else,’ then you know they’re a Bad Guy.”

Me: “There are more ways to be a bad guy than robbing people.”

Daffodil: “Or robbing a store.”

Me: “So why do you want to talk to a kid with no family?”

Daffodil: “I want a sister. Is mama going to lay anymore babies?”

Me: “No, I don’t think so. I think she’s pretty much done with that.”

Daffodil: “Awwww. Well, then, we have to buy one.”

Note: The header is the Valentine I drew for Daffodil. The pictures don’t always match the story. Deal with it.


The Management regrets to inform you that, due to illness, exhaustion, and a shortage of competent writers and illustrators, there will be an Unavoidable Delay in the release of the next installment of Monsters and Daffodils. We hope to resume production shortly, and in the meantime we thank you for your patience. We regret any inconvenience this may have caused.

The Management

The Return of My Little Art Director Rides Again

The Return of MLAD Rides Again

Daffodil: “Papa, draw me a picture.”

Me: “Okay. What are we drawing?”

Daffodil: “I’m riding a mouse-dinosaur.”

(This refers to another sketch I did (see header), the name comes from the Mickey Mouse-ear crest on the dino. Note: All these sketches are done without reference in a couple of minutes. Cut me some slack.)

Me: “Alright…”

Daffodil: “I’m racing. We’re going really fast!”

Me: “Alright…”

Daffodil: “What is THAT?”

Me: “Just wait a minute…”

Daffodil: “Oh, okay, that’s the dinosaur. Where am I?”

Me: “Patience…”

Daffodil: “Jezirae is coming up behind me on her dino!”

Me: “Alright….”

Daffodil: “Oh, is that me? Okay… Jezirae is catching up, but my dino is faster! I’m winning!”

Me: “What kind of dinosaur is Jezirae riding?”

Daffodil: “A mouse-dinosaur. Just like mine, but hers is slower.”

Me: “Alright…. if hers is slower, why is she catching up?”

Daffodil: “I don’t know! I’m winning!”

Me: “Okay. Like that?”

Daffodil: “Yeth. Here, let me finish it.”

Daffodil: “See, I already crossed the finish line.”

Dino Race