This is a doodle even though it may look like finished art. I began doodling with a pencil and she wasn’t a starship captain until I began inking it.
Yes, now and again I have to doodle. You pick up the drawing tool and a blank piece of paper, and you let your mind go anywhere and everywhere that it wants to go. Why did I choose to doodle a girl? Sounds kinda creepy and bad, doesn’t it? But I like science fiction and adventure and young people… I’m turning myself into a young adult author, after all. And I like girls… even though I am 60 and my prostate is enlarged and rather dead. I’m still a guy and I ain’t completely dead. So maybe it isn’t really so creepy. I am trying to keep my mind off of you-know-who… he-who-shall-not-be-named. Yeah, this guy.
This is truly a doodle. I drew it in pen in about ten minutes time. And it sucks (in the sense of a vacuum cleaner) because the overlong tie looks like a stream of blood and I think I drew the hands too big to look realistic.
Random and open to the bizarre, allowing for accidents to appear on the page (both the Bob Ross happy kind and the not-so-happy kind), able to follow the wandering mind as fast as the hand can capture the flow of images and ideas in the silly old noodle. That is not only what a doodle is, it is what this essay is. A doodle essay.
I can do that without making a total poo-poo mess because I have practiced so much with pencil and pen and ink and paper that the lines flow naturally from my fingers. And I can rely on my constant habit of writing stupid thoughts down to create a semi-coherent essay out of random jumbled thoughts. Instinct born of practice guides my mind and hand.
Here’s a random picture of the wall by my bed where I am writing this. Perhaps it could be called a camera doodle?
Doodling helps me avoid the things needing to be avoided. The world is ending. Betsy DeVos is likely to be the Secretary of Education. A trade war with Mexico will bring an end to much of the fruits and vegetables we can afford to eat. I am big on avoiding. You can tell that in my camera doodle. Christmas lights Mickey hasn’t taken down yet? Yeah, I’m thinking about leaving them up permanently. You know, just until the world finishes ending. My family, as Jehovah’s Witnesses, don’t celebrate Christmas anyway. So what can it hurt if I keep my one dollar string of colored lights up for another few weeks. Just until the Russian nukes start raining down on Dallas Fort Worth thanks to the red tie guy.
So there is nothing important at all in today’s blog. Just doodles everywhere. But why, then, does it make me feel so much better? Well, I would say, “Because doodling makes it better.”
The basketball weekend was wild and wicked and mostly unsatisfying. ISU advanced to the Sweet Sixteen. But Iowa was taken out easily by Villanova. And the UNI Panthers fought the Texas A&M Aggies to a two-overtime loss. It was a better showing than last year. Better than Iowa has done in a long time. Still, it would’ve been better if there had been even one more victory. Sorry. Success makes me greedy. Maybe the Iowa State Cyclones can win again and make it better.
Over the weekend I discovered that giving up taking the blood pressure medicine I was on because of rising drug prices may have saved my life. The drug they put me on reduces blood pressure by suppressing adrenaline. It has side effects that robs the body of energy. It has also been proven to elevate certain chemicals in the body that collect in the lungs and hamper lung functions. This explains why I have COPD. It also explains why I have been feeling better after I stopped taking the medication. Maybe I have to start thanking my piratical health insurance company for refusing to pay for anything and forcing me to give up medication that may have been killing me.
I have been getting viewer traffic on this blog at higher rates than ever. I just went through a period of ten straight days of 50-plus views per day. I went as high as 150 on Sunday the 13th and hit over a hundred one other time as well. I am looking at it as a good thing because I don’t actually believe the NSA takes my conspiracy theory posts seriously and isn’t closely monitoring me as a potential tinfoil-hat problem. (You know the tinfoil hat is supposed to make it harder for the government to read your mind, right?) So, there is some degree of confidence that I am getting away with stuff because I am hiding behind the mask of writing humor.
Anyway, today’s post is merely a time-waster meant to keep my string of every-day posting alive and keep me in practice writing down words and ideas. There is never a guarantee that they will be funny ideas, or thoughtful ideas, or even coherent ideas. That is the nature of writing. You can’t always be Tolstoy. Even Tolstoy wasn’t Tolstoy sometimes. (Except that technically he was always Tolstoy. You know what I mean.) Now let’s see what the NSA makes of that.
Well, it was bound to happen. I am easily writing my 1,000 words plus every single day, but most of it is not going into the novel. On top of that, it is a much bigger story than the NaNoWriMo’s 50,000 words, so I will not even be able to make last year’s excuse that I finished the novel in November. Magical Miss Morgan comes in at 40,000 plus, but I finished the first draft last November by Mark Twain’s birthday on the 30th. (I should wish Sam Clemens a happy 180th birthday, by the way. He and I were born the same month.) When the Captain Came Calling is only at 20,000 plus at the moment, but it will probably end up in the neighborhood of 70 to 80 thousand. It is just that much bigger of a tale.
This is not an actual cover, just a mock-up using a colored-pencil piece that I created to illustrate the story. Here is another picture in the series that helps create a main character… Valerie Clarke is the girl above. Mary Philips (based on my own sister) is the girl below.
So, the shameful truth is, I will go bust on NaNoWriMo this month. My November novel will not be even half way done. Shame on me. But you can benefit still from my laziness. I also spent time watching some of my favorite crap on YouTube. So I will share another bit of the cream of the crap that you really ought to see if you haven’t already.
I have finished all but December in my goal of blog posting every day of 2015. So I can point to that accomplishment to offset the failure of NaNoWriMo. 4,114 visitors to date have viewed things 8,602 times this year. There were also 933 comments made, although about half of those are my replies. I am slowly gaining something I never thought I could achieve, a readership who actually does more than just look at the pictures. I used to write for nobody. I used to keep it in my closet and my desk drawer at school. Now, as a published author, I have hopes that my work will outlive the bonfire that my wife will make to clean out my closet to make more room for her shoes when I am dead. I just can’t say that this month did a lot to help that cause.