“Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland...”
A sunny day. A little warmer. Our high was 78˚F.
And I caught up on my sleep. I slept close to nine hours last night, as much as the previous two nights combined. But I was up at 8 a.m. and did about 1k new words on "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale" before setting that aside to ponder a new piece for Sirenia Digest No. 195. And then Kathryn and I got to talking about how I created the weird and enormous reservoir of ideas, sketches, premises, what have you in the seven alphabets I have done that are collected together in The Variegated Alphabet. All told, there are 182 such pieces, and I've pretty much never gone back to any of them and fleshed them out even into short vignettes. So, it's this entirely untapped resource, if I can actually manage to tap it. Anyway, I likely will not come back to the novella until the digest is done.
Oh, and I signed some recent Big Cartel shop sales, and drew a monster doodle in one. I also did some work for Bill Deutsch's (Auburn) Ancient Life in Alabama: The Fossils, the Finders, and Why It Matters. Actually, Kathryn did most of that, scanning the slides we got last week from Winston Lancaster and uploading them to Google Docs.
So, long day.
No work on either MP1 or MP2 in at least a week now.
The afternoon's comfort movie was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015).
Speaking of Twitter (whatever), I lost 41 followers between Monday and this morning (but then gained 1). That's 41 out of my total of 7,700+, which leaves the current number at 7,752. So, all in all, a small loss, and it seems to have either stopped or slowed to a trickle. Near as I can tell, almost no one I follows has left.
Today, I began reading Marc J. Seifer's Wizard: The Life and Times of Nikola Esla: A Biography of Genius.
Later Tater Beans,
12:56 p.m.
And I caught up on my sleep. I slept close to nine hours last night, as much as the previous two nights combined. But I was up at 8 a.m. and did about 1k new words on "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale" before setting that aside to ponder a new piece for Sirenia Digest No. 195. And then Kathryn and I got to talking about how I created the weird and enormous reservoir of ideas, sketches, premises, what have you in the seven alphabets I have done that are collected together in The Variegated Alphabet. All told, there are 182 such pieces, and I've pretty much never gone back to any of them and fleshed them out even into short vignettes. So, it's this entirely untapped resource, if I can actually manage to tap it. Anyway, I likely will not come back to the novella until the digest is done.
Oh, and I signed some recent Big Cartel shop sales, and drew a monster doodle in one. I also did some work for Bill Deutsch's (Auburn) Ancient Life in Alabama: The Fossils, the Finders, and Why It Matters. Actually, Kathryn did most of that, scanning the slides we got last week from Winston Lancaster and uploading them to Google Docs.
So, long day.
No work on either MP1 or MP2 in at least a week now.
The afternoon's comfort movie was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015).
Speaking of Twitter (whatever), I lost 41 followers between Monday and this morning (but then gained 1). That's 41 out of my total of 7,700+, which leaves the current number at 7,752. So, all in all, a small loss, and it seems to have either stopped or slowed to a trickle. Near as I can tell, almost no one I follows has left.
Today, I began reading Marc J. Seifer's Wizard: The Life and Times of Nikola Esla: A Biography of Genius.
Later Tater Beans,
12:56 p.m.