Created with two vintage Barbie dolls, Picsart AI Photo Editor, and AI Mirror.I
I have been stalling in midflight. It is almost impossible to stay in the air. Writing has become something I can only concentrate on for a few minutes a day. There are good stories in my head, but they are not being transferred into writing. I have multiple drawings, characters, plots, and themes scattered around me like puzzle pieces I can’t seem to fit together into a whole.
Some members of my doll collection, especially vintage dolls which are hard to find clothes for, end up being nudists and enjoying being naked.
I have to make posts short because my fingers hurt from typing and my missteps and corrections process becomes more frustrating than I can handle.
Here’s a background I loved from the TAP Color App that I didn’t find any use for.
But now I have my complaints in and time used up. So, that’s that.
Yes, I believe that’s a crust from a slice of lemon meringue pie. Cindy was supposed to hold the entire slice until I drew it, but somehow most of it disappeared while I was working on the big brown eyes.
These are illustrations that fit the story. The story itself only exists in my head so far. I am getting organized to write it down. I hope to have the first Canto on paper by next Tuesday. By that I mean a digital copy, of course.
Nebulons are fictional aliens that I invented. They are childlike even in adulthood. Their skin is blue. They have two red radiation-dampening organs on their cheeks and are uniquely immune to exotic radiations in space.
The Nebulon Pod Prince is the villain of the story. He’s a leader of Clan Vorranac and has evil designs on higher levels of power and authority.
The cover portrait is Cissy. But this may also be a human character in the story.
Dajon is technically a Nebulon. But as he is the grandchild of former slaves to the Imperium, he is the victim of recessive genes and slaver ancestors.
Tayjon is Dajon’s brother, and this is what Dajon feels he should look like.
I usually don’t create a cover until I have several chapters done. And this writing project has nothing at all written down for it. So, I guess I better get started. I will introduce the writing project in the novel-writing post tomorrow on Tuesday. It is about time I get started on novel writing again.
It is not like the story doesn’t already exist in my head. The greater story arc existed in my head even before I finished the first Cissy Moonskipper novella.
It’s a Pinocchio thing. Bad things happen, and then worse things happen, and it is all because you act detestably and have no remorse. In Collodi’s version of karma, you have to eventually die to make amends for your life of being rude, stupid, and bad. There is no redemption for the wicked… not even the slightly wicked… even if you’re made of wood.
The blue boy inside the whale in the first Paffooney of this post is a Nebulon, meaning he lives inside a gargantuan space whale. The Nebulons use living creatures for technology and space whales as starships contain entire functioning ecosystems on their insides, living mainly off the sunlight of the suns they visit and the various gases of the living things they shelter inside themselves. So, being inside a whale changes their relationship to the universe, but they don’t necessarily suffer the bad karma of a wooden-headed child like Pinocchio. Still, stuck inside a whale for life. No redemption. No return on penitence.
I am obsessing about space in these Paffooneys because my stupid head is generating another CIssy Moonskipper story.
My own personal time in the belly of a whale began when my wife destroyed her car by impaling the grill in the front of the car on the trailer hitch of a quick-stopping truck in front of her. Then we had a tornado twist its way overhead and damage every tree in the neighborhood and a few of the houses as well. My wife and daughter went then on a planned vacation to the Virgin Islands leaving me at home with the dog who is dying of doggy breast cancer. Then belated complications caused the electricity to go out for the better part of four straight days. During that time I had an accident in my own car as well. Bummer. Bad is followed by worse… and then terrible.
I am still alive at this point in time. And the dog is still alive… though definitely dying. But of course, there is more badness to come. The dog is dying… and I probably am too. And Donald Trump seems to be winning the presidency again. Global warming is going to try to kill us again this summer. And MAGA Republicans will probably kill us all in the fall whether they win the election or not. The world is ending. In the belly of a whale. And we must pray for the Disney version where Pinocchio becomes a real boy.
I guess I never realized I was quite so rude and stupid and bad.
The cheerleader in this picture was drawn and run through the AI Mirror program to make her semi-realistic in an anime style… enough to let Instagram force me to label this as made with AI. The smart-background tool in the Picsart AI Photo Editor program provided the background. So I double-dipped this picture idea in the vast vat of AI soup.
Catch a Falling Star 