Gently Down the….

How my talented artist friend is going to keep you up to date with what he doing and other discussion topics. Sounds interesting to me.


Making cartoons takes a long time. I’d like to keep in touch with my fans somehow. I’m thinking of making some YouTube videos of the production process, but I was also thinking of something else.

Lately I’ve been pouring an hour or two into playing PC games each night, including Diablo III, The Sims 4, and Grand Theft Auto V. Why not use that time to record a Twitch stream? Of course, I’ll talk about the game, but I also think it’d be a good forum for discussion of other topics, such as art, animation, movies, game design, writing, etc.

I’ll be sure to notify you beforehand. I hope to see some of you! Of course, the channel name will be “lisvender.” Now I just have to find a convenient time to do the recording. Hope to see you online!

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Calling All Cartoonists: Inker/Painter Wanted!


Studio Apartment Studios is expanding! I’m looking for an inker/painter to help with a number of projects. Work involves tracing over (brushing) and coloring (paint-bucketing) animated “pencil” frames. My characters are not overly detailed, but model sheets will be provided. Feel free to take a look through my recent movies to get an idea of my style.

I would like to hire a long-term partner for a string of cartoons I’m working on, but I’m flexible. The inker/painter will need some platform for video/voice chatting (Skype, FaceTime, Google Talk, etc.) to maintain collaboration. He/she will receive payment for the number of frames completed, as well as a share of any patronage received during production. Beyond that, I’m not too strict; just ask my voice actors! Email me and we’ll discuss the terms. I’m looking forward to hearing from you! Let’s get Evil Land and No-Luck Nora out the door!

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Patreon Update


Hi everyone. Prospective patrons have additional options and rewards now. Take a look!

$1.00 – SNEAK PEEK: Curious about what’s next? One-dollar Patrons are free to request an asset from works in progress, including voice clips, animation frames, backgrounds, and storyboards! Wouldn’t you like a glimpse of what’s next for Nora in your inbox? It’s only a buck away!

$5.00 – SCREENPLAY: In addition to the sneak peek, five-dollar patrons will receive a script from one of my cartoons, finished or unfinished. Take a look at what’s coming up, or see what was changed in a completed cartoon! Scripts will be sent in .pdf format unless another is requested.

$10.00 – CUSTOM ART: In addition to the one- and five-dollar rewards, ten-dollar Patrons can request a custom drawing, digital or on paper, of whatever subject they choose! Well, within reason, but I’m open to discussion! 🙂 Both email or snail mail work for me…

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Patreon of the Cartoons

If anyone can please support this amazing artist. His work is truly unique and inspirational. He deserves to achieve his dream! I have become a patron, you should too!


I’ve started a Patreon account! If you’d like to support me so I can have more time to animate, and lower my production time, please give what you can. I really appreciate any help I can get, so please spread the word. Help me get through my backlog of cartoons, including No-Luck Nora (and it’s sequel!) and Evil Land! There’s still so much more I want to create, too, including a cartoon about party animal Beckers, and the hapless Penelope Pitstop. More is coming! If you donate, I’ll send you a unique drawing – digital or paper – of whatever you request (within reason).

I hope to hear from you.

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The Miserable Slayer

I didn’t choose this path, it was chosen for me, my supposed destiny. If you’ve ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer you’ll have to forgive me but I was given the same speech at Buffy was, how I alone was the chosen one, etc..what a crock.

Do they know what it’s like to be alone? No they do not! Of course they don’t they are a bunch of stuffy English old people, who have never had to do what I have to do on a daily basis. Yes they may provide me with a Watcher type person, mine is called Cranston Lister, but he treats me like a thing not a person.

All I do is go to school, train to fight vampires and actually fight them. I have no social life.

Tonight I get to sit in a cemetery and wait to see if a new Vampire is about to come into being.

Tristan Campberwell died two days ago and was buried today. So if he was going to rise of his grave, it will be tonight.

But it sucks, I had been asked doesn’t happen often, my watcher tends to frighten guys off. Drew though hadn’t been intimidated by him or by my reputation as a strong possibly violent girl.

Just as I’m daydreaming of nice thoughts, of course the earth on Tristan’s grave starts to shift. There is a trembling, then his hand pushes through. Oh hell, here we go again! I get up and brush the dirt off my butt, and prepare myself for the fight that I know will be coming. They can never just die.

Tristan bursts out of his grave and looks around, he really looks like he has no idea what is going on.

“Lexi is that you? What was I doing in a grave?”

“You don’t know what happened to you?”

“No, I don’t, please can you tell me.”

This was a first, a conversation with a Vamp. I don’t think I’ve ever had one before.

“Um, well you know those stories you heard about there being vampires in this town? Well they are true, and one bit you, drained you of blood then fed you their blood..”

“I don’t understand, vampires, I thought that was bullshit. If those stories are true, then are the stories about you true too? I thought they were joking.”

“Why what do they say about me?” I’m paranoid now, I don’t like people talking about me behind my back. I also don’t need people finding out my secret. Being a slayer is supposed to be like a secrecy identity, like Batman/Bruce Wayne. That’s why I don’t have any close friends or a boyfriend, I can’t let anyone in.

“Well they said you liked to hang around the cemetery, which well you’re here, you like getting into fights, stuff like that.”

“I don’t like hanging around cemeteries it just comes with the job, and I don’t like getting into fights either. I was born into this. I didn’t want it or ask for it.”

I couldn’t believe I was telling a vampire this. I mean it was the truth but I hadn’t admitted it out loud before. At least he wouldn’t be repeating it to anyone.

“What does it mean if a vampire drained me of my blood and gave me theirs?”

“It means that you are a vampire, that is why you just climbed out of your grave. I’m really sorry Tristan.”

“What I can’t be! I didn’t!”

“Tristan look at the headstone and look and your hands.”

Tristan did so. I could see it on his face as it dawned on him what he had become.

“What happens now?”

“Now I have to put you back into your grave. I’m sorry.” I was truly sorry. I hated killing anyone but Tristan seemed like a nice guy, for a vamp, and I had enjoyed talking to him, but I had a job to do and I know that he would end up killing someone or a lot of someone’s if I didn’t.

“What! NO! Can’t we talk about this?”

“Tristan if I don’t you will kill people to drink their blood. Do you want that?”

“No, no I don’t. I can’t imagine doing that.”

“But you will, it is what vampires do, it is all they do pretty much.” I couldn’t think of anything else they did.

“So do we fight or do you expect me to just stand here while you kill me? What is stab, or stake?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to just stand there, but I was kinda hoping for an easy night.” I really was.

“Then I guess we better get to it.” His fangs descended and his face changed. He seemed surprised by this and put his hands up to his face, feeling it. Touching his teeth and drawing blood from his fingertips. “What the hell? What is this?”

“Ok calm down, that is just your vampire face. It is what happens when you get hungry, angry or just generally go vamp.”

“I don’t like it, but I feel stronger more powerful then I did before.” That’s saying something for him, he had been on the wrestling team. Tristan crouched down into a wrestling stance and I thought ‘Oh hell here we go.’

My fights usually start and end the same way, it’s like the vamps have some preprogrammed martial arts training that they wake up with. But this was different Tristan was a wrestler, so he seemed to be sticking with that knowledge. I didn’t fancy being pinned by him when he was human, so I definately didn’t want to now he was a vamp.

Tristan lunged at me and I stepped to the side, causing him to fall forward. But he was soon up on his feet and he was pissed. He came at me again and this time I flipped him over my head, ending up with me straddling him on the ground, I drove my stake into his chest and heart.

“Why Lexi?” Tristan looks so hurt before he disintegrated into a pile of ashes.

I get up off of my knees and brush off my clothes. “I’m sorry Tristan, I really am it was nothing personal it’s just my sucky destiny.” I suddenly realise that I’m talking out loud in a cemetery at 2am near a disturbed grave. It’s no wonder I don’t have any friends. Tristan said there were stories about me, I wonder what other ones there are that he didn’t tell me about.

God I hate my life, I want to have one. I want to have friends maybe even a boyfriend, or at least to be able to go on date or two.

I gather up my gear and pick up my favourite stake from the pile of ashes that had been Tristan, and head home to bed.