Despite Athena’s desire to supervise the process from my left knee, I have managed to get all the small prints run off for the Con. (Doubtless I’ll remember a couple at the last minute, but most of ’em.) Now I just need a few more large prints, and the flavor text for the show, and I’m home free!

I have spent so much on ink and paper in the past week that it causes me physical agony. Now, there’s a great return on it, and I expect to more than make it back at Anthrocon, but still, the initial investment’s a kick in the teeth. Anthrocon is far and away the most profitable of the furry conventions I’ve ever done, but I think you always panic before a con anyway, thinking “Oh, god, what if this is the year nobody buys any of my work? What if the economy’s even farther in the toilet than we think? What if I’m a hack? What if I have too much art and people’s brains overload and they don’t buy ANYTHING? (I have nearly 200 prints available. Despite the fact that if I don’t bring everything, people come up and ask “Do you have X?” I still fret about this.) What if the car breaks down? What if a meteor hits? What if…if…if…” and then my brain reboots, and I’m left thinking “Crap, I should work on Digger.”

So, um, crap, I should work on Digger. But we’re in the home stretch now!*

Edit: It’s also worth mentioning, in terms of productivity, that James, who is patient and much more helpful than I deserve, has carefully gotten everything ready to hang in the art show, including the difficult to manuever “Frog Tribe” which required an esoteric cat’s cradle of clips and cord to get into hangable position. James has more or less taken over hanging the art show the last few Cons, because he has that kind of neat, linear mind (barring smallrus infestations in the corners.)

*For the Con, not Digger. Digger won’t be in the home stretch for…geez, years, probably.


Okay, O Brilliant resource of all knowledge–I need advice.

My sister-in-law is trying to find a job. A basic, subsistence level job, not a hard-to-get job, just a job, job. Doesn’t have to be a career. Just needs to pay rent. Hollywood Video would work. Anything.

She’s in Oregon, which has an economy that’s so far in the toilet, it’s headed out to sea.

On the strength of a resume I prepared for her, James tells me, she’s gotten a number of interviews, but has evidentally not managed to acquit herself well at this particular stage. She needs advice on interviewing. She’s working uphill on this one, because she looks about fourteen, which may be an advantage in dating, but a disadvantage when trying to convince someone to hire you for a position of responsibility. I have already advised that she dress as maturely as possible, but still, one strike against her right out of the gate.

And now we get into the “answering questions” bit. And I find I have no advice at all.

See, my grasp of improv bullshit is purely instinctive. I never prepared for an interview in my life, I just strolled in and took them, and with very few exceptions (such as the one where I had to like children), got the job. I’m pretty good with language, and I can answer questions on the fly, and I have the armored confidence of a rhino ambling across the veldt. This is not to my particular credit, I hasten to add, this is a result of upbringing and heredity and what all, but unfortunately I can’t really coach someone else in how to do it, because I never thought about it. This is fine for me, but crappy for telling someone else HOW to interview. You can’t just say “Okay, be good at thinking on your feet, and have a big vocabulary.” That doesn’t help. (And of course, I am now totally out of the interview loop, so there’s a skill wasted, along with my mastery of the standardized test.)

So! O readers, who may know much more, have you any advice on interviewing, on good answers for interview questions, or anything remotely related? I appeal to you! What works for you? And if you’re the sort of person who GIVES interviews, what is an immediate death knell, and what’s a good idea?

Slice of Life, Superhero Division

Justice League: “Grandma Flash use to say “an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind.”

Ursula: “I thought that was one of the Gandhis that said that.”

James: “Maybe that was Gandhi’s secret identity!”

Ursula: “….Gandhi was Grandma Flash?”

James: “You have no idea how India works!”

Ursula: “Or the Marvel Universe, evidentally.”

(It’s worth noting that I really don’t have any idea how the Marvel Universe works, since I read none of the comics. For all I know, Justice League is DC.)

The Alchemy of White Acrylic

Having told myself to relax, not to worry, not to stress, I had enough art, I could just focus on prints, no need to lose my mind, I calmed down enough to do another painting. This time it’s of an otter, because I have virtually no otter art, and when you do furry art, one of the Capitalist Secrets is that people buy by species as much as by, say, aesthetic awesomeness. People don’t come up and say “What’s your best painting?” they say “You got any okapis?”*
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Two Art Links!

This painting is one of the ones for Anthrocon–I wanted to post at least ONE, and this is the smallest and simplest and will be up for auction. (It is VERY simple.)

And then there’s this.

This is a sculpture of Digger. It is fan art. It is bloody AWESOME. Go look at it. It’s really cool. I am practically ashamed to link to it, because Digger hardly ever looks that good in the comic itself!