Today I need to take some deep breaths. My computer betrayed me just now. I had been working on today’s intended post for a week with pictures and posing dolls and writing dialogue. Then, as I was one more panel from the end, the computer pulled another one of its malfunctioning fits. In a matter of two seconds it highlighted everything I had written on the WordPress writer, deleted it, and saved the changes. This is now the seventh time the computer has done this. And I have gotten used to it enough that I have bits and pieces of the work saved. I can re-construct the piece for tomorrow. But I was almost angry enough to dash the stupid word-munching machine against the far wall. So I need calming thoughts.
Here is a recent picture of a visitor to the park across the street. A snowy egret… well, in Texas, more properly called a cattle egret. I snapped this picture while walking the dog. Jade the dog did not even spook the thing, since she is littler than it is and timid of birds with glaring yellow eyes. I didn’t realize I had a use for this picture until now.
Calming thoughts are doubly necessary today. While I was composing my post, and ignorantly being unaware that my computer was about to eat it, I got a phone call from Page Publishing. They have looked over the manuscript for Magical Miss Morgan, and have approved it for publication. Of course, this is not only not a publisher that pays anything up front, they also require the author to invest money in the book’s production. But they did tell me they do consider using the author’s own artwork for the cover. And I do have credit again for the first time in three years, at least until Bank of America bankrupts me with their lawsuit. The dawn photos I put into this post are particularly appropriate. Calming thoughts with a bit of turbulence in the background. And the computer tried twice to delete this while I wrote it. But I foiled it each time.
As terrible as my first published novel turned out to be, I have not given up on the idea of Aeroquest. I am interested in whipping a part of it into the shape of a graphic novel. So I bought a sketchbook and noodled down some Baby Mutant Space Ninjas gunk into it in full color. But it is only a rough draft. It is not finished artwork. I can’t get over how pretty and colorful it is turning out to be. I thought I would show you how it is going so far.
There are obvious signs that the dialogue and text boxes need to turned into a more finished form. And serious editing decisions probably need to be made about moon shots.
Here is what it looks like to use computer editing to try to fix some of the problems.
I will continue to work on it, but I needed something to post today. And sometimes you need to consider the work-in-progress warts and all.
Being a divergent thinker and guilty of trying to waltz down seven different paths at the same time, I have various projects going all at once. I can’t always keep track. So, I am going to take time out of planning to haunt people when I’m a ghost to take inventory of a few of the things I am juggling while trying to blog and write novels and draw pictures. You may remember from posts related to playing with dolls that I am a collector with hoarding disorder and a room full of action figures and dolls. You may even remember that I finished a year-long collection of My Little Pony dolls (the twelve-inch Equestria Girls, because the ponies themselves are not within the rules). I took up a bigger collection after that. The prices of some of these are coming down on the bargain shelf, and they are somewhat intriguing in concept for girls’ toys. They are the Monster High dolls.
These are twelve-inch dolls for under $20, and so they qualify, even though they are totally deformed with Chibi-like big heads. They are supposedly the teenage children of the Universal Movie Monsters. Starting on the left, Howleen Wolf is the daughter of the Wolfman. Then I have two Cleo de Niles, the daughter of the Mummy. One is the Black Carpet movie-maker version, apparently being played by a very young Gloria Swanson. (The one on the left.) The other version is wearing the family mummy-wraps. Then I have Howleen’s sister, Clawdeen. Unfortunately, the bargain shelf at Walmart is often ravaged by little-kid pilferers. I am short a pair of golden shoes and a couple of undetermined accessories that were pulled out of the bottom of the box. I am grateful to the thieves, because although there are no mint-in-boxes here, I was able to get the dolls at a reduced-for-damage price. Now, you probably realize that this collection is not finished. I have reason to believe there are other movie-monster children in the series. Dracula has a daughter. The creature from the Black Lagoon does too. So does Frankenstein’s monster. I believe there may even be a daughter of the man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. How can someone with my mental diseases and disorders possibly resist that?
The next project to check on is the flower wagon. Last year, while cleaning rain gutters and raking up acorns, I managed to leave the kids’ little red wagon full of the stuff. The unnaturally wet spring we had led to a bumper crop of weeds in the organic mess that I left there over-long. Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth for fear it may be filled with tiny, angry Greeks, I decided to pull out the weeds by hand, and plant flowers. I got zinnias from Walmart (Yes, I know what kind of poopy people the Walmart owners and pharaohs are, but I can’t really afford to shop anywhere else. They didn’t leave anybody else in business.) I planted carefully. I let God do the watering. (And prayed he wouldn’t drown them,) And then I waited. The last time I checked on the wagon, the flowers had made it this far;
I can’t wait to see if anything dares to bloom. I want to post the happy little flower faces on my next update. And I promise to get back to plotting future hauntings. I have already chosen as my target the worst principal I ever had (a hard choice to make from a rogues gallery that puts Batman’s to shame).
Here you see me doing some serious art-starting. I am working on ideas about how clowns can be compassionate. I am hoping this is true, because I am one… a clown, I mean. But I have some serious noodle and doodle work to do. So I will start with a doodle of Klown Kops from Klowntown’s finest. More will be explained later… and more will be doodled too.