I’m not dead! Just busy.
Actually, that’s a total lie. I am not busy. I am between busy-nesses, I have handed everything in early and waiting on editors and art directors, and so I am playing a lot of Skyrim….mmm….Skyrim….which is significant in having more cabbages per capita than any fantasy game ever made*, and working on various other projects that no one has bought yet, one of which is possibly brilliant, and the other one of which is totally self-indulgent and might best be described as “Look at me! I’m writing a story about a heroine who is way too much like me! Including her obsession with gardening and urge to laugh wildly during solemn occasions!” I suspect it may be tripe, but I am not worrying about that too much while writing it, because I am allowed to produce as much tripe as I want when I am off the clock. And the other one is definitely possibly brilliant, and would be in the same genre as Dragonbreath, and thus potentially marketable and has an armored riding quail named Mumfrey, which is just inherently awesome, damnit.
As I only get so many words a day—apparently—I bought bricks today so that I can do something useful in the morning, and I should probably figure out if I can make the leather thing I want to make, since otherwise I have a taxidermy mount covered in tinfoil and clenched in a vise on my workbench for no reason at all, and we can’t have that. (My first experiment with vegetable-tanned leather…we’ll see if I like how it handles. I have always wanted to make leather masks, and if the material does not make me cry, I may give it a try. But we’ll see.)
My editor called me today and told me that she holds me up as an example of terrifyingly efficient time-management, and I tried to explain that it was nothing of the sort, but if you do a comic for seven years, you learn to draw fast, goddamnit, and they’re very short books, and then I realized that I was trying to bludgeon the compliment to death rather than let it eat me, so I stopped and said “Thank you.” (I am not actually that fast a writer, but the one skillset I learned in life was not dithering. I can let a sentence go as a good and serviceable sentence without requiring it to wear a little saddle and win the Kentucky Derby. Books, in my world, are made primarily of good and serviceable sentences, surrounding a few polished jewels of prose–if you insist on polishing every single one, I suspect you get a book that appears to have been Bedazzled, or possibly Vajazzled if you’re writing that kind of book, and the glare becomes blinding, to say nothing of the smell of hot glue. Excuse me, my metaphor got out of hand, terribly sorry, will pay for all the damages…)
*You go raid bandit hideouts, and they have barrels full of food! And there are empty beer bottles on the ground! It’s like they actually eat food, instead of living on adventurers and easily portable treasures! WHAT MADNESS IS THIS!?
6 thoughts on “Not dead!”
From today’s Writer’s Almanac —
Today is the birthday of Gustave Flaubert (1821), born in Rouen, France. He was a notorious perfectionist in his work, and once said, “I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.”
Speaking of polishing every word. 🙂
You do realize, I hope, that a vast majority of your fan base wants to see Little Creature hit the big time.
Soak the piece of leather you want to play with now and put it in a zippy bag, it will be much easier to mold if it cases overnight, or at least 8 hours. Warning, if it touches iron you’ll get black spots, IIRC that may also hold true for aluminum.
Leather from the belly, which is usually not prime stuff, is great for molding.
See the hard pouches & custom work->bottles for work husband and I usually do with molding. I’ve done a couple masks, but it’s not my forte.
I have some nice thin veg-tan, 3oz. IIRC, in my workroom, or I can point you to good suppliers/help with wholesale-only suppliers.
And potatoes! I don’t think I’ve ever played a video game before that has potatoes! … We rented it, which was a mistake. Now we owe the video store a lot of money in late fees…
Also, you’re one of my icons of efficient time management, too.
Yeah…..Skyrim. I used to have a life. Really (okay, only sort of, but still).
What gets me are the perfectly preserved tomatoes & cabbages one finds in crypts & dungeons that supposedly no one has been into in the last several centuries. The barrel makers of yore must’ve discovered vacuum-pump technology or something…
Also, it has to be at least a little bit amusing to the locals that when the brave, tomb exploring, dragon slaying adventurer that I am gets back to town, one of his stops is the farm stand to sell off 45 lbs of produce.
It’s a bit ironic that at so many writing conferences — and in some MFA programs we’re all encouraged and pushed to make those first three paragraphs completely Vajazzled… no serviceable sentences need apply — and squeeze in as many hot-glued bits of shininess as can fit. Serviceable is A Good Thing, and leaves room for the imagination…