This was never intended to be a story thread. It's in the wrong place, to start with.

I'm very new to, specifically, Manga. I started out just wanting some help and feedback about my early attempts at what is to me a new way of drawing but which seems to be the proper method for producing this stuff - drawing entirely from what's going on inside your head instead of taking inspiration from existing pictures.

All (nearly) of these pencil sketches are done while lying in bed under a reading light after the wife's gone to sleep. If I don't do something, my mind is racing round churning out all this.. stuff. I find the drawing relaxing. Some of rhem are purely practice poeces, so there's a lot of repetition in poses and suchlike. The web page helps me structure my practice.
The trouble is, the submit procedure won't let me post pictures with an empty text field.

At first I just dashed off a quick explanation, but then Orson started to crytalize and materialize in some sort of alternative reality populated by.. well, you know, crazy churchmen, luscious schoolgirls and insane nuns. The fairies just appeared along with everything else. I don't really make this stuff up, I just report it as it happens, like watching a film. (I CAN turn it off, I'm not totally certifiable.)

Have you ever played on of those computer games that has a map? The map only shows the parts of levels that you've actually visited or seen, and everything is a void..
Visiting Orson's world is, for me, exactly like that. Some parts of it are clearly defined and almost static but most of it is an unvisited void.

O'Malley was not deliberately based on anyone but I can now see strong echoes of Father Fitzgibbon (Barry Fitzgerald) from the Bing Crosby 1944 film "Going My Way." Of course the Crosby Character was - Father O'Malley. I suppose it was somewhere in the back of my mind, but Crosby's O'Malley was a loli hip jazz-loving Mr. Cool. Orson's O'Malley is an old git with a fixation on huge breasts

The nuns are, of course like real nuns everywhere.

Orson lives in an immense old house that looks run-down but is cozy and comfortable.
It has rooms I've not even identified yet. Some of them only get opened up seasonally.
There's an old gardener but no housekeeper. For some reason local girls love coming round and doing Orson's housework

The cat, Mimi, seems here to stay.

Maria is definitely here to stay, even if not subject for a drawing or story.

A few people have phones. I've never seen a television anywhere or heard of any crime, if you discount Madame Fifi's house of gentlemen's distraction above the wild-west saloon near the supermarket.
There's a local pub and a tavern with sawdusty floors and buxom serving wenches forcing foaming mugs of ale onto customers.. and a Landlord's daugter who is too shy to come out much.

There is a policeman, a jolly chap who looks like and behaves like a 1930s London Bobby, twirly moustache and shallow "deep knee bends," Evenin' all.

Most of it's there, in place though a lot of it is that unmapped void. Maybe I could write a book about it sometime, but there's no real plot to go with - it's be like reading a diary.

I keep ecploring - it comes to life as I type better than if I try and do nothing but explore, but it's huge and probably won't ever get written about so I just pick out odd bits and let them run

It started as a tagline for the pictures but it seems to want feeding now. It may grow even bigger if I start to tend it too much.