View of the whole door
Close up of the characters Sorcha & Leslie
Close up of Donia & Aislinn
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Wicked Lovely Mural
After months of procrastinating, I finally finished the "Wicked Lovely" themed mural on the back of my bathroom door. It was inspired by Melissa Marr's book series.
Truth, Fear, and Writer's Block.
I sit in my office and pretend I have Writer's Block. The Writer's Block is a lie, a poor excuse. Writing about it is even more of a time sink. Yet, here I sit.
There are stories thrown about in disorganized heaps in my brain. The most recent one, a short story, is on the cusp of getting into the real plot, the meat of it. It's all there, in that pile. Waiting to be typed out. I say I have Writer's Block. The real truth is, I am scared.
I am scared that what I write won't do the story justice. It won't be true to it. It just won't be good enough. I'm scared that what I am trying to communicate comes across skewed and lackluster. That it is boring. I know the story lying in that heap isn't boring but I am afraid what gets translated to paper will be. Who am I to be the one that takes it from it's idea pile and gives it life? I am not qualified for this.
So I say I have Writer's Block. Really though, all I have is a clump of Self Doubt.
Often writers get viewed as shy, withdrawn individuals. There is some truth to that. The real truth though, is that writing takes a lot of guts. A TON of guts. It's such a personal process. Every story is a part of the person who wrote it. And to put it out there, for the world to see...well, you may as well be standing naked in a room full of people.
There are stories thrown about in disorganized heaps in my brain. The most recent one, a short story, is on the cusp of getting into the real plot, the meat of it. It's all there, in that pile. Waiting to be typed out. I say I have Writer's Block. The real truth is, I am scared.
I am scared that what I write won't do the story justice. It won't be true to it. It just won't be good enough. I'm scared that what I am trying to communicate comes across skewed and lackluster. That it is boring. I know the story lying in that heap isn't boring but I am afraid what gets translated to paper will be. Who am I to be the one that takes it from it's idea pile and gives it life? I am not qualified for this.
So I say I have Writer's Block. Really though, all I have is a clump of Self Doubt.
Often writers get viewed as shy, withdrawn individuals. There is some truth to that. The real truth though, is that writing takes a lot of guts. A TON of guts. It's such a personal process. Every story is a part of the person who wrote it. And to put it out there, for the world to see...well, you may as well be standing naked in a room full of people.
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Space Emos
Today, February 20th, 2012, is the 50th anniversary of Senator John Glenn's orbit around Earth. Which is kind of cool. It's also kind of depressing.
I am sitting here, on my super awesome computer with it's 12gigs of RAM, whatever blah blah blah processor and graphics card, etc etc. The super awesome computer that all I really do on it is play video games and write essentially useless blog entries. I use it to pretend I'm in space all the time (thanks SWTOR for making space missions so enjoyable). WHY AM I NOT ACTUALLY IN SPACE?! Not only am I not in space, I have no real chance in this lifetime of EVER being in space. Nor do my neighbors. Or old classmates. Or the creepy people I stalk online. And none of us are actively trying to be in space or even to help get more of our fellow man into space.
Nope. Not at all. Instead we are busy giving advertising companies all our time and money. Idolizing athletes and people who got chosen for whatever reality tv show is popular at the time. Making all the rich people famous for just being rich. Really, we are no better than the Romans were. Or any other society that preceded our current one.
Yes, we have the technology. We have assloads of technology. Some awesome geek created that tv with it's excellent and realistic picture quality so that those humans you idolize so much could seem closer to you. That same geek could have been designing displays for an orbital station. But you know, that wouldn't have paid his rent. Don't get me wrong, I love my 50-something inch LED/LCD/HDTV/WHATEVER tv. But I'd like the display quality much more from an orbital station or a space shuttle. The programming would probably be better. Watching asteroid belts is much more entertaining than watching some guy throw a ball.
So yeah, what am I doing to help future space colonization? Not a damn thing. I wanted to be an astrophysicist but am really terrible at math. Same goes for aerospace engineering. I guess I could try to help disseminate the awesomeness of space. Maybe list all the things all of us non-math geniuses could do to help move things along. I'll try to think of some things.
In the meantime I have a 7 month old son to educate and I'm going to try to teach myself all that really freaky math. Hopefully even such small steps can lead to a greater impact. In another 50 years, perhaps we can look back and say, "Oh wow, it's John Glenn's 100th anniversary of his Earth orbit", from our orbital station, as we too circle the Earth.
I am sitting here, on my super awesome computer with it's 12gigs of RAM, whatever blah blah blah processor and graphics card, etc etc. The super awesome computer that all I really do on it is play video games and write essentially useless blog entries. I use it to pretend I'm in space all the time (thanks SWTOR for making space missions so enjoyable). WHY AM I NOT ACTUALLY IN SPACE?! Not only am I not in space, I have no real chance in this lifetime of EVER being in space. Nor do my neighbors. Or old classmates. Or the creepy people I stalk online. And none of us are actively trying to be in space or even to help get more of our fellow man into space.
Nope. Not at all. Instead we are busy giving advertising companies all our time and money. Idolizing athletes and people who got chosen for whatever reality tv show is popular at the time. Making all the rich people famous for just being rich. Really, we are no better than the Romans were. Or any other society that preceded our current one.
Yes, we have the technology. We have assloads of technology. Some awesome geek created that tv with it's excellent and realistic picture quality so that those humans you idolize so much could seem closer to you. That same geek could have been designing displays for an orbital station. But you know, that wouldn't have paid his rent. Don't get me wrong, I love my 50-something inch LED/LCD/HDTV/WHATEVER tv. But I'd like the display quality much more from an orbital station or a space shuttle. The programming would probably be better. Watching asteroid belts is much more entertaining than watching some guy throw a ball.
So yeah, what am I doing to help future space colonization? Not a damn thing. I wanted to be an astrophysicist but am really terrible at math. Same goes for aerospace engineering. I guess I could try to help disseminate the awesomeness of space. Maybe list all the things all of us non-math geniuses could do to help move things along. I'll try to think of some things.
In the meantime I have a 7 month old son to educate and I'm going to try to teach myself all that really freaky math. Hopefully even such small steps can lead to a greater impact. In another 50 years, perhaps we can look back and say, "Oh wow, it's John Glenn's 100th anniversary of his Earth orbit", from our orbital station, as we too circle the Earth.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
SWTOR Fan Art Piece
I am a geek. I play Star Wars: The Old Republic. I love it so much I spent hours with an aching hand, using colored pencils to create fan art based upon my character and her romantic companion, Vector.
So alas, here is Parker Ripley, Master Conspirator and Vector Hyllis getting hitched on the um, lovely?, planet of Tatooine.
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So alas, here is Parker Ripley, Master Conspirator and Vector Hyllis getting hitched on the um, lovely?, planet of Tatooine.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
EYES: messing around with different things
I got bored and wanted to try pastels for the first time. So I decided to do a comparison between how I use acrylics, colored pencil, ink, and pastel. Sigh, some things need more work than others, that's for sure. Keep in mind, this was just a quick doodle. The whole thing took me about 30 minutes.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Random Thoughts...
Taking the most basic, crazy, and fantastic childhood fears, then manipulating them into adult fears... that is what truly makes a great horror novel.
I realized that the other night when watching the Christmas episode of Haven (Silent Night). I won't mention what the actual "fear" was because if you get the chance to watch it you really should. But I can say that it is something I always was afraid of, usually buried in my subconscious, as a child. And it is brilliant.
I wish I could remember what I was scared of as a child. Besides clowns and spiders. Because that shit is just so overplayed. The really obscure things would make wonderful stories.
I realized that the other night when watching the Christmas episode of Haven (Silent Night). I won't mention what the actual "fear" was because if you get the chance to watch it you really should. But I can say that it is something I always was afraid of, usually buried in my subconscious, as a child. And it is brilliant.
I wish I could remember what I was scared of as a child. Besides clowns and spiders. Because that shit is just so overplayed. The really obscure things would make wonderful stories.
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