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October 14, 2013
The Last Of The Old
...for awhile, anyway! Probably. I am unlikely to continue the currently-titled Lemon and Chocolate: An Alien Romance any time soon. I will almost certainly make it my NEXT book. Reasons will be made available momentarily. For now, I did finish Chapter Five, so you can enjoy that if you're one of those people who enjoy things. (For reference, Chapter Two was so big that I broke it up into Two, Three, and Four. That's why this one is Five.)
Chapter Five in .pdf format
Chapter Five in .pdf format
September 25, 2013
Random Book Review - The Golden Compass
So, I got into a discussion with someone about The Golden Compass. I think it was Ellie on Twitter. In the process, I realized I only read it once, and it's been years, and all I remember is the truly messed up ending. I figured I'd better reread it. It's a classic and a controversy, and it's good to read those for yourself.
Here is my review: Forget controversy. It's just not very well written. Here is an actual line of dialog from the main character:
'Oh, Pan, dear, I can't go on! I'm so frightened - and so tired - all this way, and I'm scared to death! I wish it was someone else instead of me, I do honestly!'
That may be the hokiest, least convincing, least realistic and most forced piece of dialog in any major novel. It has the emotional impact of soft cheese. In general, all the dialog sounds like a middle school drama play. All of the characters have this same stilted vocal pattern. On the very first page, I was pleased by the realism of a tween girl hiding in a closet to spy on important people because she hadn't through through the consequences, but then she discusses every detail of the moral decision involved with her pet, as if she were an adult.
Overall, characterization is very hit-or-miss. The narrator tells us at one point that Lyra for the first time evaluates herself, her own appearance and actions - and yet a couple of scenes back, she's evaluating which different disguises she can pull off, based on her age and social group.
Oh, yeah, social group. When the children are held captive, the narrator comments that girls only hang out with girls, and boys only hang out with boys, and that's how they like it at that age. This is completely contradicted by Lyra's street urchin antics at the beginning of the book. All these kids come from similar backgrounds, which are depicted clearly as having boys and girls playing together. There's a lot of convenient plot twists, too. In an exposition heavy book, Lyra's father has the ability to wish for things and they show up, which isn't explained. It's just something he can do, apparently because he's a Great Man. The snow bridge which forced Lyra to leave behind her polar bear protector for the final confrontation got an especially mortified facepalm. The book is full of this stuff.
I'm hoping the author learned something writing the first book, and the next two will be better. The basic story is actually pretty neat. I can kinda see the source of religious outrage as well. The moral of the book is not that god is evil. That's just a plot choice. The moral the book pushes is that the things we repress as 'sin' are good things that help us survive and be happy. That could be taken as pretty anti-religious.
Here is my review: Forget controversy. It's just not very well written. Here is an actual line of dialog from the main character:
'Oh, Pan, dear, I can't go on! I'm so frightened - and so tired - all this way, and I'm scared to death! I wish it was someone else instead of me, I do honestly!'
That may be the hokiest, least convincing, least realistic and most forced piece of dialog in any major novel. It has the emotional impact of soft cheese. In general, all the dialog sounds like a middle school drama play. All of the characters have this same stilted vocal pattern. On the very first page, I was pleased by the realism of a tween girl hiding in a closet to spy on important people because she hadn't through through the consequences, but then she discusses every detail of the moral decision involved with her pet, as if she were an adult.
Overall, characterization is very hit-or-miss. The narrator tells us at one point that Lyra for the first time evaluates herself, her own appearance and actions - and yet a couple of scenes back, she's evaluating which different disguises she can pull off, based on her age and social group.
Oh, yeah, social group. When the children are held captive, the narrator comments that girls only hang out with girls, and boys only hang out with boys, and that's how they like it at that age. This is completely contradicted by Lyra's street urchin antics at the beginning of the book. All these kids come from similar backgrounds, which are depicted clearly as having boys and girls playing together. There's a lot of convenient plot twists, too. In an exposition heavy book, Lyra's father has the ability to wish for things and they show up, which isn't explained. It's just something he can do, apparently because he's a Great Man. The snow bridge which forced Lyra to leave behind her polar bear protector for the final confrontation got an especially mortified facepalm. The book is full of this stuff.
I'm hoping the author learned something writing the first book, and the next two will be better. The basic story is actually pretty neat. I can kinda see the source of religious outrage as well. The moral of the book is not that god is evil. That's just a plot choice. The moral the book pushes is that the things we repress as 'sin' are good things that help us survive and be happy. That could be taken as pretty anti-religious.
September 7, 2013
'Cadbury Porn meets the Terminator Bunny'
That was the description given to chapter one of Metal, Candy, Flesh (I do need a better title) by my local writer's group. It felt good that they liked the weirdness. The horror novel thing fell through in the most painful way possible, and it's taken me a couple of weeks to get back on my feet.
Now that I'm here, the good news is that Please Don't Tell My Parents I'm A Supervillain is finished editing, and I've been asked for ideas about cover art! The reorganization seems to have worked. Curiosity Quills is much more efficient now. That's good news for me - I can't wait to see that book officially released. You will all love it, trust me. It's my lightest, friendliest book, but it's a whole lot of fun.
Metal, Candy, Flesh on the other extremity is weird. With any luck, you'll love it as well. I think it's time to find out!
Here's chapter one in PDF format
And here's chapter two in PDF format
Oh, and despite the description, there is no sex in either of these chapters, and I'm not planning on anything explicit in the finished book.
Now that I'm here, the good news is that Please Don't Tell My Parents I'm A Supervillain is finished editing, and I've been asked for ideas about cover art! The reorganization seems to have worked. Curiosity Quills is much more efficient now. That's good news for me - I can't wait to see that book officially released. You will all love it, trust me. It's my lightest, friendliest book, but it's a whole lot of fun.
Metal, Candy, Flesh on the other extremity is weird. With any luck, you'll love it as well. I think it's time to find out!
Here's chapter one in PDF format
And here's chapter two in PDF format
Oh, and despite the description, there is no sex in either of these chapters, and I'm not planning on anything explicit in the finished book.
August 14, 2013
Anatidaephobia - The Goosening
In the continuing story of how ducks are following me, I was driving through a parking lot near my home yesterday. On one of the curbs, a small flock of geese were feeding in the grass. As I drive by, these geese who have been ignoring everything else in this busy parking lot all straighten up and stare at me until they were out of my sight.
I wish I could have gotten a photo, but I was driving through a busy parking lot. It wasn't possible.
Waterfowl, man. I don't know.
I wish I could have gotten a photo, but I was driving through a busy parking lot. It wasn't possible.
Waterfowl, man. I don't know.
August 11, 2013
San Diego Comic Con Photo Blog - Sunday
SO SICK. The best laid plans of mice and men gae aft aglae when Con Crud strikes. At last, I give you the final day of my photos!
This will be a bit different. You see, by Sunday we were tired. Tired beyond tired, physically and emotionally. We had to check out of our hotel at noon, but our planes didn't leave until the evening. We'd kinda planned ahead on this. The hotel was right beside Balboa Park, where San Diego puts all its touristy stuff. We took a walk down there!
We zeroed in immediately on the San Diego Zoo... and discovered it was 45$ each for a ticket. Frankly, we decided that money could be better spent elsewhere. We immediately lucked out. Circling the zoo, we found an old fashioned carousel. It was beautiful, and the ride was several minutes long. Well worth a couple of bucks. Here we stand waiting for our turn.
And here's a photo inside as the carousel turns! It was so charming. We were riding the ostriches. You can juuuuust barely see a peek of Dana's next to me. Many off color jokes were made about the roosters ahead of us.
This is a crow. I like crows.
Oh, no! BEES! The zoo is very considerate of them, it seems.
And now life gang even more aglae. I took a lot of photos that are just gone. I don't know what happened to them. Right after the carousel, we saw a pony being exercised. I don't have those photos, I don't have the photos of the restaurant. I've forgotten how many photos were lost. I didn't take as many as the previous days, but it's still disappointing.
But here's what I have! After the carousel, we found this adorable little artist's village!
The store that interested us the most was about gemstone crafts, geology, all that kind of thing. One of the lost photos was of their adorable periodicals, but here's the jewelry rack. Warning: The photos from the rock store were kept at very large size, because I felt detail would be important.
And a big shelf full of the rocks in their raw form! I thought this was the kind of things my friends would like. Missing are photos of the next shelf, with the big black rock I made jokes about being my heart.
Really, really running out of photos here. I don't have any of when we stopped to eat. The big thing we did that day was go to the natural history museum. We saw a fantastic little movie about dinosaurs - fantastic because the dinosaurs had proper feathers. I grew up in a pre-dinosaurs-have-feathers world, and seeing them feathered delights me. Too few dinosaur renditions have caught up with that. But, no photos of the vulture-lookin' velociraptors or the hysterically goofy oviraptor. All disappeared into the ether. All I have is this, a downright creepy photo of a duckbill that's half face, half skull! There was a whole line of heads like this.
Which leaves me with one more photo. This one wasn't taken at SDCC at all, but at my brief visit to FandomFest. I am going to try to convince my publisher to set us up a booth there next year. It's a perfect convention for that. But there was only one thing I really wanted to photograph at FandomFest. Adventure Time costumes are everywhere, but they're mostly Fiona and Marceline. My friends all ask me - were there any Lady Rainocorn cosplayers?
Here you go.
This will be a bit different. You see, by Sunday we were tired. Tired beyond tired, physically and emotionally. We had to check out of our hotel at noon, but our planes didn't leave until the evening. We'd kinda planned ahead on this. The hotel was right beside Balboa Park, where San Diego puts all its touristy stuff. We took a walk down there!
We zeroed in immediately on the San Diego Zoo... and discovered it was 45$ each for a ticket. Frankly, we decided that money could be better spent elsewhere. We immediately lucked out. Circling the zoo, we found an old fashioned carousel. It was beautiful, and the ride was several minutes long. Well worth a couple of bucks. Here we stand waiting for our turn.
And here's a photo inside as the carousel turns! It was so charming. We were riding the ostriches. You can juuuuust barely see a peek of Dana's next to me. Many off color jokes were made about the roosters ahead of us.
This is a crow. I like crows.
Oh, no! BEES! The zoo is very considerate of them, it seems.
And now life gang even more aglae. I took a lot of photos that are just gone. I don't know what happened to them. Right after the carousel, we saw a pony being exercised. I don't have those photos, I don't have the photos of the restaurant. I've forgotten how many photos were lost. I didn't take as many as the previous days, but it's still disappointing.
But here's what I have! After the carousel, we found this adorable little artist's village!
The store that interested us the most was about gemstone crafts, geology, all that kind of thing. One of the lost photos was of their adorable periodicals, but here's the jewelry rack. Warning: The photos from the rock store were kept at very large size, because I felt detail would be important.
And a big shelf full of the rocks in their raw form! I thought this was the kind of things my friends would like. Missing are photos of the next shelf, with the big black rock I made jokes about being my heart.
Really, really running out of photos here. I don't have any of when we stopped to eat. The big thing we did that day was go to the natural history museum. We saw a fantastic little movie about dinosaurs - fantastic because the dinosaurs had proper feathers. I grew up in a pre-dinosaurs-have-feathers world, and seeing them feathered delights me. Too few dinosaur renditions have caught up with that. But, no photos of the vulture-lookin' velociraptors or the hysterically goofy oviraptor. All disappeared into the ether. All I have is this, a downright creepy photo of a duckbill that's half face, half skull! There was a whole line of heads like this.
Which leaves me with one more photo. This one wasn't taken at SDCC at all, but at my brief visit to FandomFest. I am going to try to convince my publisher to set us up a booth there next year. It's a perfect convention for that. But there was only one thing I really wanted to photograph at FandomFest. Adventure Time costumes are everywhere, but they're mostly Fiona and Marceline. My friends all ask me - were there any Lady Rainocorn cosplayers?
Here you go.
August 4, 2013
San Diego Comic Con Photoblog - Saturday
So, conventions cause something else besides exhaustion. They cause the dreaded Con Crud. I got home from SDCC, had just enough time to finish a writing project for my publisher, and immediately got sick. I've only just recovered enough coherency to process images and resume posting. So let's get to Saturday!
I mentioned the exhaustion repeatedly. We did not spend a huge amount of time at the convention Saturday. We started OUT pooped. As a demonstration, here is Dana Simpson putting a bandage on her toe. So much walking!
This photo was taken at Dana's request. Look carefully. We're in San Diego. What do you not see?
SUNSHINE. It was cloudy and often raining the whole con. This baffled us both, and I used to live in Southern California.
Apparently every year outside SDCC there's a small protest by particularly strict Christians. They hold up signs with biblical quotes and so forth. They weren't exciting enough to photograph, but the counterprotests can be pretty funny.
We actually got up early. Why? Because Saturday morning had a 10am My Little Pony panel, complete with exclusive animatic clips from the fourth season!
We did not get in. This photo of what appears to be a crowded hallway is the line. Notice how it loops back upon itself multiple times. Notice how it disappears off either end of the photo, because it filled the hallway and there was no room to get a coherent photo of the whole line.
No one showed here got to see the panel, including us. The panel room was full by the time this photo was taken, the word just hadn't gotten back through the line. Here is a photo of the panel room I snuck up later and took. All you can see is the corner, but I think it makes the point about how badly the schedulers underestimated the popularity of My Little Pony.
We did not let ourselves be daunted! Dana promised to introduce me to Peter S. Beagle, with whom she is Close Personal Friends. This would be more impressive, except that now that I've met him I understand that he is Close Personal Friends with everyone. He's just a really, really nice guy. Still, she's done signings with him and stuff and as an author, he's one of my very few direct influences.
But before we could see him, we stopped by Dana's syndicate's booth, so she could add her sketch to a board their cartoonists were putting together. Here, in an impulse-driven attempt to be meta, is a photograph of the artist photographing her art.
Here is the actual art (from a photograph Dana took when it was completed).
Off we went to see Beagle! We got word of what booth he was in. Finding it was another matter. How big is the exhibition hall? So big that when we tried to follow the direction, we found this - an entire half of the hall we had missed in previous explorations.
It included stuff like this puppet talking to a man in a prison yard with a bloody face. I didn't ask what any of that was about.
We met the Man himself! While I was waiting as he spoke to another fan, Dana shook hands with Beagle's marketing guy, who begged her to attend some of their events. Seriously. I was like 'Damn, girl!' Beagle is the little man under their shaking hands. He is sweet and accidentally took a copy of my books, and hey, he can have 'em. I wish I'd gotten a better picture, because he has the most idiosyncratic expression.
LUUUUUNCH! I think we got a hamburger. No, that was the day at the pizza and beer place. Not important! What is important is that SDCC spreads out around the convention center itself, and we got more photos!
This is a terrible photo of Tetris cosplayers selling something.
This is a pirate band. I don't think they're affiliated with anything but themselves. They're just pirates who started playing music on the sidewalk. If I understand their poster correctly, they at least knew each other first. So you know, they're not PROMISCUOUS pirates.
I like Raven and Starfire. Costumes of Raven and Starfire are a guaranteed photographing.
We plunged back into the con! Everything left is kinda random. Ah, here is the area where we found Beagle - the Artist's Alley. We had no idea this place existed before we went looking for Beagle.
In that side of the hall there was a giant Ice King head. Why? I puzzled over this at length, until I spotted the photographer inside. You can line up and get your photo taken in the Ice King's jail! I just took my own photo OF the jail.
Okay, I may not be able to explain this photo, but I'll try. Manga Studio had a big booth, where they were showing one of their programs being used on this photo screen. I was not able to catch a photo in time, but the gentleman being shown was displayed full body and naked when we got there. This was mainly funny because he was naked and visibly female below the waist. I took this photo so I could at least explain the incident to my friends.
We will close up with the convention's final cosplay photo! I like Avatar, too.
That's all for Saturday!
I mentioned the exhaustion repeatedly. We did not spend a huge amount of time at the convention Saturday. We started OUT pooped. As a demonstration, here is Dana Simpson putting a bandage on her toe. So much walking!
This photo was taken at Dana's request. Look carefully. We're in San Diego. What do you not see?
SUNSHINE. It was cloudy and often raining the whole con. This baffled us both, and I used to live in Southern California.Apparently every year outside SDCC there's a small protest by particularly strict Christians. They hold up signs with biblical quotes and so forth. They weren't exciting enough to photograph, but the counterprotests can be pretty funny.
We actually got up early. Why? Because Saturday morning had a 10am My Little Pony panel, complete with exclusive animatic clips from the fourth season!
We did not get in. This photo of what appears to be a crowded hallway is the line. Notice how it loops back upon itself multiple times. Notice how it disappears off either end of the photo, because it filled the hallway and there was no room to get a coherent photo of the whole line.
No one showed here got to see the panel, including us. The panel room was full by the time this photo was taken, the word just hadn't gotten back through the line. Here is a photo of the panel room I snuck up later and took. All you can see is the corner, but I think it makes the point about how badly the schedulers underestimated the popularity of My Little Pony.
We did not let ourselves be daunted! Dana promised to introduce me to Peter S. Beagle, with whom she is Close Personal Friends. This would be more impressive, except that now that I've met him I understand that he is Close Personal Friends with everyone. He's just a really, really nice guy. Still, she's done signings with him and stuff and as an author, he's one of my very few direct influences.
But before we could see him, we stopped by Dana's syndicate's booth, so she could add her sketch to a board their cartoonists were putting together. Here, in an impulse-driven attempt to be meta, is a photograph of the artist photographing her art.
Here is the actual art (from a photograph Dana took when it was completed).
Off we went to see Beagle! We got word of what booth he was in. Finding it was another matter. How big is the exhibition hall? So big that when we tried to follow the direction, we found this - an entire half of the hall we had missed in previous explorations.
It included stuff like this puppet talking to a man in a prison yard with a bloody face. I didn't ask what any of that was about.
We met the Man himself! While I was waiting as he spoke to another fan, Dana shook hands with Beagle's marketing guy, who begged her to attend some of their events. Seriously. I was like 'Damn, girl!' Beagle is the little man under their shaking hands. He is sweet and accidentally took a copy of my books, and hey, he can have 'em. I wish I'd gotten a better picture, because he has the most idiosyncratic expression.
LUUUUUNCH! I think we got a hamburger. No, that was the day at the pizza and beer place. Not important! What is important is that SDCC spreads out around the convention center itself, and we got more photos!
This is a terrible photo of Tetris cosplayers selling something.
This is a pirate band. I don't think they're affiliated with anything but themselves. They're just pirates who started playing music on the sidewalk. If I understand their poster correctly, they at least knew each other first. So you know, they're not PROMISCUOUS pirates.
I like Raven and Starfire. Costumes of Raven and Starfire are a guaranteed photographing.
We plunged back into the con! Everything left is kinda random. Ah, here is the area where we found Beagle - the Artist's Alley. We had no idea this place existed before we went looking for Beagle.
In that side of the hall there was a giant Ice King head. Why? I puzzled over this at length, until I spotted the photographer inside. You can line up and get your photo taken in the Ice King's jail! I just took my own photo OF the jail.
Okay, I may not be able to explain this photo, but I'll try. Manga Studio had a big booth, where they were showing one of their programs being used on this photo screen. I was not able to catch a photo in time, but the gentleman being shown was displayed full body and naked when we got there. This was mainly funny because he was naked and visibly female below the waist. I took this photo so I could at least explain the incident to my friends.
We will close up with the convention's final cosplay photo! I like Avatar, too.
That's all for Saturday!
July 21, 2013
San Diego Comic Con Photoblog - Friday
The convention is EXHAUSTING. Worry not, I took many photos, I was just too tired to edit and post them the last two nights. Let's see what we've got!
So, SDCC is a big deal, 150,000 people and more that spills all over the nearby neighborhoods of San Diego. Someone thinks this is a crowd worth advertizing to. A lot of someones. Here we have an actual blimp flying around above the convention.
Here we have Game of Thrones based rentable transportation! You too can sit on the Sword Throne! Ho ho ho ho ho! Game of Thrones advertizements were EVERYWHERE. Giant posters, paintings on buildings, street signs - madness.
And here's that scene from the other side. Game of thrones had competition! Very, very weird competition.
This photo is not relevant to anything. I thought the empty building and the guy standing at the window looked neat.
No more boring on-the-way-to-the-con stuff you don't care about. I declared Friday to be Cosplay Photographing Day! I knew it would be when I walked in the door right next to the weapons check booth. Luck was with me, and Mad Moxxi was checking one of her custom SMGs.
Note the lack of confiscation. Mad Moxxi ALWAYS gets what she wants. It's a talent she has!
Here is something you need to understand about San Diego Comic Con. I only photographed the costumes that whim struck me as amusing, because costumes are everywhere. I took this next photo when I realized that I could take a photo in any direction and there would be a cosplayer. That's also why the image quality is so bad. I pulled out my camera and snapped a random photo.
My whims decided to take pictures that would entertain my friends. This is for you, Chaos. Well, that and the costumes are incredible. I think they may have been professional and attached to the booth next to them. Cammy was awfully friendly.
Moments later, a photo opportunity to please my friend Lucy, some incarnation of whom finds her way into most of my books. I pay my beta reader by making her immortal, and also with photos of creepy little girls.
Did I mention that there was a cosplayer EVERYWHERE you looked?
And right next door... this booth speaks for itself.
And for my friend Orv, this place. This is down the street from the convention as we went to get lunch. I don't know what this place is, but they have pixel seagulls.
I don't know who this is. I just liked his hammer.
I'm told this series is finally coming out. I love gothy cartoons, so I'm looking forward to it and I had to photograph these cosplayers!
And then everything went to Suck. We tried to go to a panel, and the line was... it's hard to be sure. Half a mile would not be an outrageous claim. I couldn't photograph it because it twisted around so many corners there'd be no point. Instead we took the long route back to our hotel, and stumbled over a little playground with this silly Lego Hobbit display.
And some pleasing serendipity for me. They had huge Teen Titans balloons, and I took photos of two of y favorite characters in animation!
So, SDCC is a big deal, 150,000 people and more that spills all over the nearby neighborhoods of San Diego. Someone thinks this is a crowd worth advertizing to. A lot of someones. Here we have an actual blimp flying around above the convention.
Here we have Game of Thrones based rentable transportation! You too can sit on the Sword Throne! Ho ho ho ho ho! Game of Thrones advertizements were EVERYWHERE. Giant posters, paintings on buildings, street signs - madness.
And here's that scene from the other side. Game of thrones had competition! Very, very weird competition.
This photo is not relevant to anything. I thought the empty building and the guy standing at the window looked neat.
No more boring on-the-way-to-the-con stuff you don't care about. I declared Friday to be Cosplay Photographing Day! I knew it would be when I walked in the door right next to the weapons check booth. Luck was with me, and Mad Moxxi was checking one of her custom SMGs.
Note the lack of confiscation. Mad Moxxi ALWAYS gets what she wants. It's a talent she has!
Here is something you need to understand about San Diego Comic Con. I only photographed the costumes that whim struck me as amusing, because costumes are everywhere. I took this next photo when I realized that I could take a photo in any direction and there would be a cosplayer. That's also why the image quality is so bad. I pulled out my camera and snapped a random photo.
My whims decided to take pictures that would entertain my friends. This is for you, Chaos. Well, that and the costumes are incredible. I think they may have been professional and attached to the booth next to them. Cammy was awfully friendly.
Moments later, a photo opportunity to please my friend Lucy, some incarnation of whom finds her way into most of my books. I pay my beta reader by making her immortal, and also with photos of creepy little girls.
Did I mention that there was a cosplayer EVERYWHERE you looked?
And right next door... this booth speaks for itself.
And for my friend Orv, this place. This is down the street from the convention as we went to get lunch. I don't know what this place is, but they have pixel seagulls.
I don't know who this is. I just liked his hammer.
I'm told this series is finally coming out. I love gothy cartoons, so I'm looking forward to it and I had to photograph these cosplayers!
And then everything went to Suck. We tried to go to a panel, and the line was... it's hard to be sure. Half a mile would not be an outrageous claim. I couldn't photograph it because it twisted around so many corners there'd be no point. Instead we took the long route back to our hotel, and stumbled over a little playground with this silly Lego Hobbit display.
And some pleasing serendipity for me. They had huge Teen Titans balloons, and I took photos of two of y favorite characters in animation!
July 18, 2013
San Diego Comic Con Photolog - Thursday
I spent most of the day on the plane, but even there, I got pictures! You see, the Midwest is so boring it's freaky fascinating. Imagine miles and miles and miles of flatness reaching to every horizon, divided mysteriously into squares. Oh, wait, you don't have to imagine it. I took a photo.
That is a city down there. These eerily regular squares are huge.
Even the clouds were laid out with perfect regularity.
Eventually that changed. White scars replaced some of the squares. I honestly don't know what these are.
And... the circles.
After awhile, they were just mocking me.
The unifying theme of all of this is flatness. Colorado was flat flat flaaaat flat flaaaat flat flat MOUNTAINS.
Eventually I successfully reached San Diego, and hooked up with my mysterious patron who got me my badge, Dana Simpson! She's the creator of the ever-more-successful comic Heavenly Nostrils, and my good buddy, except the female version of that. Gal pal? Here she is, in a moment of deep philosophical contemplation. She's going to be in a lot of my photos, so get used to this expression.
We'd spent a lot of time battling with the bus routes of San Diego, but I knew we were close. It was something in the air.
Might have been the street signs in Dothraki. Yes, there were a lot of these.
The Convention Center was right on the other side of Dothraki Street. We began with the customary aimless wandering of the exhibition floor. Here, I record that perfect moment when I walked through the doors and into my homeland.
From then on we wandered. I'm not sure what order most of these were in. They're snapshots in time, like when I noticed this weird combination. I mean, I understand WHY they're together, but it's so jarring.
Since we'd found the pony palace, Princess Pedantia the Magical Pixel fairy had to pose with her mane-sister.
But I kinda like this one more.
Evidence that my beloved Avatar: Legend of Korra will have a second season eventually!
Sometimes you see things you can't explain at Comic Con.
And things that scar your very soul. He-Man + absolute territory = OHGODNO.
And things you reeeeeally want to buy.
And things you reeeeeally want to buy but are huge so you pose next to them for photos instead.
On the way out, we stumbled across the Chuck Jones Museum, and... well, Chuck Jones Museum. I hope it doesn't need explaining.
I leave you with this inspiring photo of Dana Simpsons making an elaborate joke about her comic and My Little Pony.
That is a city down there. These eerily regular squares are huge.
Even the clouds were laid out with perfect regularity.
Eventually that changed. White scars replaced some of the squares. I honestly don't know what these are.
And... the circles.
After awhile, they were just mocking me.
The unifying theme of all of this is flatness. Colorado was flat flat flaaaat flat flaaaat flat flat MOUNTAINS.
Eventually I successfully reached San Diego, and hooked up with my mysterious patron who got me my badge, Dana Simpson! She's the creator of the ever-more-successful comic Heavenly Nostrils, and my good buddy, except the female version of that. Gal pal? Here she is, in a moment of deep philosophical contemplation. She's going to be in a lot of my photos, so get used to this expression.
We'd spent a lot of time battling with the bus routes of San Diego, but I knew we were close. It was something in the air.
Might have been the street signs in Dothraki. Yes, there were a lot of these.
The Convention Center was right on the other side of Dothraki Street. We began with the customary aimless wandering of the exhibition floor. Here, I record that perfect moment when I walked through the doors and into my homeland.
From then on we wandered. I'm not sure what order most of these were in. They're snapshots in time, like when I noticed this weird combination. I mean, I understand WHY they're together, but it's so jarring.
Since we'd found the pony palace, Princess Pedantia the Magical Pixel fairy had to pose with her mane-sister.
But I kinda like this one more.
Evidence that my beloved Avatar: Legend of Korra will have a second season eventually!
Sometimes you see things you can't explain at Comic Con.
And things that scar your very soul. He-Man + absolute territory = OHGODNO.
And things you reeeeeally want to buy.
And things you reeeeeally want to buy but are huge so you pose next to them for photos instead.
On the way out, we stumbled across the Chuck Jones Museum, and... well, Chuck Jones Museum. I hope it doesn't need explaining.
I leave you with this inspiring photo of Dana Simpsons making an elaborate joke about her comic and My Little Pony.
June 29, 2013
Derby City Comic Con, A Photographic Journey
I just got back from Derby City Comic Con. It was much smaller than I knew - one day, really one big dealer room. Very strict comic focus. As an author, absolutely and utterly useless. Personally, I had a BLAST. Knowing that I was going to a comic con and they are full of Things To See, I took a lot of photos. They are horrible blurry iSpud photos, but I took three or four of each and kept the best focused.
First up, we have what I refer to as the 'Home Court Advantage' - living in the city, I knew a free parking lot in the area. This is the heart of downtown at noon on a Saturday.
This was the first thing I saw when I walked in the door. I knew I was going to have a good day.
This was the first thing I saw when I walked into the dealer's room. I'm not sure what he's selling, but he's part of the display. Did Mario shaft you on the royalty contracts THAT badly, Luigi?
I liked this lady and thought her booth was adorable. I bought some gifts for friends. Currently deciding on the best way to ship them.
I call this piece 'Tiny Hat, Tiny Babies':
Behold, the Discount Demon Parade! When I saw them walking around in a pack, I HAD to get a photo! I took this one rushing ahead of them in a desperate attempt to get the effect of their parade.
Of course, the moment they saw me take one photo, they immediately lined up and posed for more. Sadly, the girl who had coke cans as horns has already taken them off and is drinking them.
And then, disaster struck. Maybe because I fraternized with the dark forces too much, I don't know. I went looking for the presentation rooms for listed events. I got lost. I got very lost. I got so lost I wandered into a basketball convention. That would be lost enough, but it was an EMPTY basketball convention.
There's a slide show still on this projection screen, but my iSpud couldn't capture it. Imagine how it adds to the eeriness of these lifeless halls.
An easel and room schedule informs me that this is not an empty basketball convention. It's an empty gymnastics convention. Sure, that makes much more sense.
As an aid to understanding how I could get lost, I present this giant, doorless hallway.
I did eventually find my way back and resume important duties, like finding out Luigi scored after all.
And photographing random people in random costumes for the fun of it.
Such as Hell...boy? (I wish I could have captured the incredible detail on that hand)
And of course, I had to get a photo of one of the multiple Fionas wandering the convention hall.
Having covered the place at least twice and enjoyed myself immensely (but it really was a very small convention, so the dealer's room was all there WAS to cover) I prepared to leave. I was sure I had seen everything there was to see. Walking up the aisle, I pass... this.
What is a Corn Island Steampunk Society? They could be puppy home taxidermists for all I care. They're the CORN ISLAND STEAMPUNK SOCIETY.
And... I think that's it! Whew. Must rest. Must add more chapter breaks before emailing manuscript of Cades Cove novel to publisher.
First up, we have what I refer to as the 'Home Court Advantage' - living in the city, I knew a free parking lot in the area. This is the heart of downtown at noon on a Saturday.
This was the first thing I saw when I walked in the door. I knew I was going to have a good day.
This was the first thing I saw when I walked into the dealer's room. I'm not sure what he's selling, but he's part of the display. Did Mario shaft you on the royalty contracts THAT badly, Luigi?
I liked this lady and thought her booth was adorable. I bought some gifts for friends. Currently deciding on the best way to ship them.
I call this piece 'Tiny Hat, Tiny Babies':
Behold, the Discount Demon Parade! When I saw them walking around in a pack, I HAD to get a photo! I took this one rushing ahead of them in a desperate attempt to get the effect of their parade.
Of course, the moment they saw me take one photo, they immediately lined up and posed for more. Sadly, the girl who had coke cans as horns has already taken them off and is drinking them.
And then, disaster struck. Maybe because I fraternized with the dark forces too much, I don't know. I went looking for the presentation rooms for listed events. I got lost. I got very lost. I got so lost I wandered into a basketball convention. That would be lost enough, but it was an EMPTY basketball convention.
There's a slide show still on this projection screen, but my iSpud couldn't capture it. Imagine how it adds to the eeriness of these lifeless halls.
An easel and room schedule informs me that this is not an empty basketball convention. It's an empty gymnastics convention. Sure, that makes much more sense.
As an aid to understanding how I could get lost, I present this giant, doorless hallway.
I did eventually find my way back and resume important duties, like finding out Luigi scored after all.
And photographing random people in random costumes for the fun of it.
Such as Hell...boy? (I wish I could have captured the incredible detail on that hand)
And of course, I had to get a photo of one of the multiple Fionas wandering the convention hall.
Having covered the place at least twice and enjoyed myself immensely (but it really was a very small convention, so the dealer's room was all there WAS to cover) I prepared to leave. I was sure I had seen everything there was to see. Walking up the aisle, I pass... this.
What is a Corn Island Steampunk Society? They could be puppy home taxidermists for all I care. They're the CORN ISLAND STEAMPUNK SOCIETY.
And... I think that's it! Whew. Must rest. Must add more chapter breaks before emailing manuscript of Cades Cove novel to publisher.
June 12, 2013
Cades Cove
Okay, so, I thought this was supposed to be a secret. Apparently it's not.
There's this author. His name is Aiden James, and his books are pretty popular, but apparently he's got too many irons in the fire. My publisher made a deal with him. They would find a co-writer to help with the next book in the Cades Cove horror series.
That turned out to be me.
So that's what I've been doing, and why there haven't been neat story updates here or anywhere else. I'm writing book three of the Cades Cove series, and it's over half done now - I think. It can be hard to tell how complete a book is, since I often get more inspired as the book goes along. That's certainly happening here.
Getting into the head of the central character has been so important to my writing in general, working with someone else's main character has been a huge challenge. I'm also highly resistant to things other people think of as horror. They usually make me laugh. As the book goes on I get to introduce more of the weird and pretty things I enjoy and slowly crank up the tension, but I'm going to have to hand this one to my editor and hope it's what they wanted!
As soon as it's done. writewritewritewrite
There's this author. His name is Aiden James, and his books are pretty popular, but apparently he's got too many irons in the fire. My publisher made a deal with him. They would find a co-writer to help with the next book in the Cades Cove horror series.
That turned out to be me.
So that's what I've been doing, and why there haven't been neat story updates here or anywhere else. I'm writing book three of the Cades Cove series, and it's over half done now - I think. It can be hard to tell how complete a book is, since I often get more inspired as the book goes along. That's certainly happening here.
Getting into the head of the central character has been so important to my writing in general, working with someone else's main character has been a huge challenge. I'm also highly resistant to things other people think of as horror. They usually make me laugh. As the book goes on I get to introduce more of the weird and pretty things I enjoy and slowly crank up the tension, but I'm going to have to hand this one to my editor and hope it's what they wanted!
As soon as it's done. writewritewritewrite
