J.C. did his recording work. We had a great time in "the studio"--he's one hilarious guy. I also bribed him with sake, which seemed to do the trick. Now Remy Music-Master is taking the vocals and putting it over his original music and re-mixing it for just the right sound.
And then, kids, Disclaimer Man, he of the awesome programming and making-things-happen skillz, is going to set it up in Youtube video-form! My lovely (ha!) drawings and words, as narrated by a drunk faux-Scotsman with a cockleburr's voice, all over some amazing ambient music! It's going to be amazing! Or at least mildly entertaining.
Coming up soon: Audio-story & Youtube video. Also may have an audiobook reading of "Beeowolf" recorded in December. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you about my successes in getting my e-book together in a couple of months' time as well.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
This will be the introduction to my book.
Once this semester is over, I plan on getting work together to make an E-Book of twisted fairy tales, as I have several written or mostly-written. They range from the comical to the horrific, as you've seen if you read my blog at all. There are a few I've not posted here, nor do I intend to. I don't plan on making the e-book very expensive, just for the record. This is the poem I will use for my introduction:
"Once upon a time," said she,
Putting a hand beneath my chin.
She smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"Man wrote himself a history
A place to keep the monsters in
Once upon a time," said she.
She hissed, "All things strive to become free
What's put down will rise again."
Then smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"One day they will find the key
And come against the world of men,
Once upon a time," said she.
"There will be poisoned apples on every tree
And all the witches and wolves will win."
She smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"Man should learn to think more wickedly
Or all his stories will begin
With once upon a time," said she,
Then smiled a dreadful smile at me.
P.S. I will want a few people (probably no more than 3-4) to proof and edit the book before publication. Just putting that out there.
"Once upon a time," said she,
Putting a hand beneath my chin.
She smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"Man wrote himself a history
A place to keep the monsters in
Once upon a time," said she.
She hissed, "All things strive to become free
What's put down will rise again."
Then smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"One day they will find the key
And come against the world of men,
Once upon a time," said she.
"There will be poisoned apples on every tree
And all the witches and wolves will win."
She smiled a dreadful smile at me.
"Man should learn to think more wickedly
Or all his stories will begin
With once upon a time," said she,
Then smiled a dreadful smile at me.
P.S. I will want a few people (probably no more than 3-4) to proof and edit the book before publication. Just putting that out there.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Epic Tale of Beeowolf--Part I.
Once upon a time, there was a great hero named Beeowolf. He was half-wolf (front) and half-bee (back).
He enjoyed candlelit dinners, puppies, and long walks on the beach while dismembering his enemies. He was the hero of the Goats.
Beeowolf heard that King Coughdrop of the Danas (in Denmark) was having some trouble, i.e. that someone kept making his warriors into jigsaw puzzles. Beeowolf said, "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," and went to help.
When Beeowolf finally got to the court of the Danas, King Coughdrop took a liking to him right away. The king introduced his queen, whose name was Hrwhghrgheanlthwsowdfdth. (She was from someplace where they do horrible things to the alphabet, like Russia or Mississippi.)
Then King Coughdrop said, "Beeowolf, I have heard you are hungry like the wolf and sting like a bee. Please help us." But then, Lord Obvious Foil (real name: Uncle or Unfair or Grima Wormtongue or something) popped up and started to cast doubts on Beeowolf's heroism, lineage, and fashion sense.
Obvious Foil is obvious. Then Beeowolf said, "I heard you killed your brothers and didn't even pay yourself afterward." That was a big put-down because in those days, if you killed someone, you had to pay a fine. It's like being a Kennedy.
Beeowolf agreed to stay in the drinking hall that night in order to either defeat the murderer or at least shake him down for some serious weregild. He didn't have long to wait. Before long, a huge, monstrous figure sneaked in. Beeowolf attacked.
"I wish to register a noise complaint!" the monster squealed as he clawed at Beeowolf. "I have the forms right here!"
"Who says we're noisy?" Beeowolf snarled.
"Me! And my mother!" shouted the monster. Beeowolf just laughed, and then ripped off the monster's arm. The monster fled.
Beeowolf was considered a hero and the Danas thought they were safe, but the next night someone came and tore apart some more warriors in the drinking-hall. They knew it wasn't the original monster because it's hard to tear things one-handed (which led to the little-known Zen koan "What is the sound of one hand ripping?"). Beeowolf was eager to punish this new murderer, and so he tracked it back to a lake. Because he was so superhuman that he didn't need piddly things like oxygen, he dove into the lake and went straight to the bottom, where he saw the dead body of the first monster. Standing over the dead body was a monster-lady, and he knew it must be the mother.
The monster-lady said, "You killed my snuggly-wuggly Grendel-schnookums. You killed my son."
Beeowolf said, "He was an asshole who didn't even pay to kill people. This isn't Grand Theft Denmark."
Then they fought, and Beeowolf cut off her head, and then cut off Grendel's head because he had a decapitation fetish, and then he went back to King Coughdrop's court and they threw him a party and got him lots of presents.
THE END.
He enjoyed candlelit dinners, puppies, and long walks on the beach while dismembering his enemies. He was the hero of the Goats.
Beeowolf heard that King Coughdrop of the Danas (in Denmark) was having some trouble, i.e. that someone kept making his warriors into jigsaw puzzles. Beeowolf said, "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," and went to help.
When Beeowolf finally got to the court of the Danas, King Coughdrop took a liking to him right away. The king introduced his queen, whose name was Hrwhghrgheanlthwsowdfdth. (She was from someplace where they do horrible things to the alphabet, like Russia or Mississippi.)
Then King Coughdrop said, "Beeowolf, I have heard you are hungry like the wolf and sting like a bee. Please help us." But then, Lord Obvious Foil (real name: Uncle or Unfair or Grima Wormtongue or something) popped up and started to cast doubts on Beeowolf's heroism, lineage, and fashion sense.
Obvious Foil is obvious. Then Beeowolf said, "I heard you killed your brothers and didn't even pay yourself afterward." That was a big put-down because in those days, if you killed someone, you had to pay a fine. It's like being a Kennedy.
Beeowolf agreed to stay in the drinking hall that night in order to either defeat the murderer or at least shake him down for some serious weregild. He didn't have long to wait. Before long, a huge, monstrous figure sneaked in. Beeowolf attacked.
"I wish to register a noise complaint!" the monster squealed as he clawed at Beeowolf. "I have the forms right here!"
"Who says we're noisy?" Beeowolf snarled.
"Me! And my mother!" shouted the monster. Beeowolf just laughed, and then ripped off the monster's arm. The monster fled.
Beeowolf was considered a hero and the Danas thought they were safe, but the next night someone came and tore apart some more warriors in the drinking-hall. They knew it wasn't the original monster because it's hard to tear things one-handed (which led to the little-known Zen koan "What is the sound of one hand ripping?"). Beeowolf was eager to punish this new murderer, and so he tracked it back to a lake. Because he was so superhuman that he didn't need piddly things like oxygen, he dove into the lake and went straight to the bottom, where he saw the dead body of the first monster. Standing over the dead body was a monster-lady, and he knew it must be the mother.
The monster-lady said, "You killed my snuggly-wuggly Grendel-schnookums. You killed my son."
Beeowolf said, "He was an asshole who didn't even pay to kill people. This isn't Grand Theft Denmark."
Then they fought, and Beeowolf cut off her head, and then cut off Grendel's head because he had a decapitation fetish, and then he went back to King Coughdrop's court and they threw him a party and got him lots of presents.
THE END.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
New stuff coming up soon, maybe even next weekend.
I'm working on a version of Snow White that's about half-done (though it still needs pictures) AND I have on the drawing board a re-telling of the legend of Robin of Sherwood Forest (so far entitled Robbin' HOOD).
It occurs to me that I may have misnamed my blog. But it was such a nice name, and I was doing more music last year.
Also, sometime before Halloween there should be an "audio book" version of King Owther, as read by my dear friend J.C. Smith-Hamner, who I desperately want to call "Jesus Christ Hammersmith." Maybe he'll let me. Also, Remy the Collaborator will be writing the backing music for it. It will be full of awesome and win and I may even have to make a video for Youtube, if I ever figure out how to do that.
It occurs to me that I may have misnamed my blog. But it was such a nice name, and I was doing more music last year.
Also, sometime before Halloween there should be an "audio book" version of King Owther, as read by my dear friend J.C. Smith-Hamner, who I desperately want to call "Jesus Christ Hammersmith." Maybe he'll let me. Also, Remy the Collaborator will be writing the backing music for it. It will be full of awesome and win and I may even have to make a video for Youtube, if I ever figure out how to do that.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
King Owther and the Knights of the Brown Table. (Contains pictures.)
Once upon a time, there was a king named Oother Paindragon. He was not a nice king, but nice kings don't tend to stay kings long. By way of magical convolutions and dastardly plots, he had the Duke of Cornhole killed and seduced the Duchess of Cornhole, whose name was Migraine.
Migraine gave birth to a son, Owther, but he had to be taken away and hidden because something about all this was shameful or something. He was raised by a man named Sir Icktor. Owther thought Icktor was his father for a long time, until Owther pulled a dwarf from a prawn and became eng of all Kingland.
King Owther married a princess named Gotnoears, who had lost her aural organs in a freak gardening accident. She was one of the most beautiful women in the land, despite being deaf as a post.
After Owther got married, he decided he'd rather spend more time with men instead, so he formed an order called Knights of the Brown Table. They sat at a...brown...table. They also went on many adventures.
One of the most famous knights was Sir Godwin, famed for his ability to link anything whatsoever to Nazis, and vice-versa. One day, he met the Green Goblin, and Godwin said, "Dost thou know who else likethed green? Hitler! FOR HE WAS A VEGETARIAN!" Then he cut off the Green Goblin's head.
The absolute most famous knight was Sir Limpsalot, who won all the jousts and melées even though he had a bum leg. He had an affair with Gotnoears for years but Owther never actually noticed.
Limpsalot also had an affair with a girl named Eelaine, who was half-eel and known as the Lady of Shallots. He mistook her for Gotnoears, probably because eels also do not have ears. Eelaine had Limpsalot's son and called him Gillahead, because he was part eel (but he was only one-quarter eel so he looked entirely human).
When Gillahead was grown up, he joined the Knights of the Brown Table. King Owther sent them on a quest to find the Sangria (also known as the Holy Ale). Most of the knights searched far and wide, but Sir Gillahead knew it was sold at the corner store, so he took Sir Boring and Sir Calipers with him and they found the Sangria.
Owther had an affair with his half-sister Moregauze, maybe because he didn't know she was related to him or maybe because he was into that.
They had aabomination mermaid ninja son named Mordred. They called him Morty, because Mordred is a terrible name. He was a twerp. Owther tried to teach him how to be King, but Morty would always screw it up and Owther would say, "Morty, you'll be the death of me!"
THE END
P.S. All of these people lived in or visited Camelot at some point or another. Camelot, fortunately or unfortunately, had nothing to do with camels.
P.P.S. Also, Oother and Owther had a wizard that helped them accomplish a lot. His name was Berlin. After the arrival of Sir Godwin, you can probably guess what happened to him.
Migraine gave birth to a son, Owther, but he had to be taken away and hidden because something about all this was shameful or something. He was raised by a man named Sir Icktor. Owther thought Icktor was his father for a long time, until Owther pulled a dwarf from a prawn and became eng of all Kingland.
King Owther married a princess named Gotnoears, who had lost her aural organs in a freak gardening accident. She was one of the most beautiful women in the land, despite being deaf as a post.
After Owther got married, he decided he'd rather spend more time with men instead, so he formed an order called Knights of the Brown Table. They sat at a...brown...table. They also went on many adventures.
One of the most famous knights was Sir Godwin, famed for his ability to link anything whatsoever to Nazis, and vice-versa. One day, he met the Green Goblin, and Godwin said, "Dost thou know who else likethed green? Hitler! FOR HE WAS A VEGETARIAN!" Then he cut off the Green Goblin's head.
The absolute most famous knight was Sir Limpsalot, who won all the jousts and melées even though he had a bum leg. He had an affair with Gotnoears for years but Owther never actually noticed.
Limpsalot also had an affair with a girl named Eelaine, who was half-eel and known as the Lady of Shallots. He mistook her for Gotnoears, probably because eels also do not have ears. Eelaine had Limpsalot's son and called him Gillahead, because he was part eel (but he was only one-quarter eel so he looked entirely human).
When Gillahead was grown up, he joined the Knights of the Brown Table. King Owther sent them on a quest to find the Sangria (also known as the Holy Ale). Most of the knights searched far and wide, but Sir Gillahead knew it was sold at the corner store, so he took Sir Boring and Sir Calipers with him and they found the Sangria.
Owther had an affair with his half-sister Moregauze, maybe because he didn't know she was related to him or maybe because he was into that.
They had a
THE END
P.S. All of these people lived in or visited Camelot at some point or another. Camelot, fortunately or unfortunately, had nothing to do with camels.
P.P.S. Also, Oother and Owther had a wizard that helped them accomplish a lot. His name was Berlin. After the arrival of Sir Godwin, you can probably guess what happened to him.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I'm getting terrible at this.
I have a crazy-ass schedule and it's not getting better. I work from 8am-4pm every Monday-Thursday, then I'm in class until either 6:15 or 7:45, depending on the day. Then on Tuesdays, I have an hour speaking session with a Chinese tutor. Plus I have to take Chinese quizzes at some point. Ugh. Crazy semester is crazy.
That said, I DO plan a big update this weekend. It will even have (terribly-drawn) pictures. It is entitled...
(DRUMROLL PLOX)
"King Owther and the Knights of the Brown Table"
Stay tuned!
That said, I DO plan a big update this weekend. It will even have (terribly-drawn) pictures. It is entitled...
(DRUMROLL PLOX)
"King Owther and the Knights of the Brown Table"
Stay tuned!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Pirates vs. Ninjas
Some subjects are the topic of epics. Like ripping off a monster's arm and then beating up his mum when she comes to complain, like Beowulf. Or going to find some horn or something and getting beaten up by a Sea Witch, like the Finnish Kalevala. These days, the vernacular mythology, at least in the West, seems to revolve around Internet memes. Somebody set us up the bomb. Over 9000?! Basement Cat. All of those.
And then there's Pirates vs. Ninjas. I'm sure the subject has been done to death, but I always like to give a dead horse a good kicking, so here is my epic poem about.......drumroll please................Pirates. Vs. Ninjas.
And then there's Pirates vs. Ninjas. I'm sure the subject has been done to death, but I always like to give a dead horse a good kicking, so here is my epic poem about.......drumroll please................Pirates. Vs. Ninjas.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sorry about the lack of updating.
My life got pretty exciting and fun over the past few weeks, what with my best friend coming for a visit from NC and staying with me for a week which coincided with a two-week stay by my boyfriend, and then this week I started classes, and I'm still working full-time, so I've got a 40 hour work-week, then three night classes, then two online classes...
Plus, the boyfriend is moving here next month, which is nice. He'll have his own place but I'm sure we'll just migrate between houses and pretend to be married except for the filing joint tax returns and having babies part. That stuff can wait.
I do promise that I will be updating my blog, because I tend to get MORE creative as my schedule gets more hectic. Plus, I owe my friend Stacey the Harry Potter/Sting & the Police parody she asked for. SO there will be a post sometime this weekend, yes indeed.
Plus, the boyfriend is moving here next month, which is nice. He'll have his own place but I'm sure we'll just migrate between houses and pretend to be married except for the filing joint tax returns and having babies part. That stuff can wait.
I do promise that I will be updating my blog, because I tend to get MORE creative as my schedule gets more hectic. Plus, I owe my friend Stacey the Harry Potter/Sting & the Police parody she asked for. SO there will be a post sometime this weekend, yes indeed.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Pretty Fly for a Uruk-Hai.
Probably many of you have heard of the band Offspring at some point. As far as I'm concerned, they're a punk band who went pop. I refuse to call bands "sellouts" just because they want to make more money. Anyway, back in 1998 they had a hit song with "Pretty Fly for a White Guy." The video is somewhat amusing, and you can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzY2Qcu5i2A.
Of course, many nerd parodies abound. "Pretty Fly for a Jedi." "Pretty Fly for a Draenei." It's not bad stuff, either. But I figured I would take this parody back to the grand-daddy of most fantasy fiction: J. R. R. Tolkien.
Obviously, this song hasn't been recorded yet, but I'm seriously hoping it will be soon...and I would love to make a Youtube video for it. Unfortunately I know nothing about film except that it uses a camera, so if you know a guy who knows a guy...
And here are the lyrics, complete with utter silliness and Sindarin (because nothing says "gigantic dork" like using Elvish):
Of course, many nerd parodies abound. "Pretty Fly for a Jedi." "Pretty Fly for a Draenei." It's not bad stuff, either. But I figured I would take this parody back to the grand-daddy of most fantasy fiction: J. R. R. Tolkien.
Obviously, this song hasn't been recorded yet, but I'm seriously hoping it will be soon...and I would love to make a Youtube video for it. Unfortunately I know nothing about film except that it uses a camera, so if you know a guy who knows a guy...
And here are the lyrics, complete with utter silliness and Sindarin (because nothing says "gigantic dork" like using Elvish):
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I have rickets!
Okay, not really rickets. Rickets is a childhood disease. I just have a fairly severe deficiency in vitamin D.
Before you start making fun, I do actually get some sunlight, and I do eat a healthy variety of foods, especially dairy and vegetables, and meats. So I shouldn't be deficient at all in vitamin D whatsoever. And yet...
Of course, this time it's coinciding with some severe GI issues. I have chronic problems with my GI tract, and at the very least I have recently discovered that I have neither stomach cancer nor bacterial ulcers. So now I only have approximately 5,290 more diseases they have to test for before I know what is wrong with me and how to fix it. More than likely the deficiency is due to malabsorption of food. Fun stuff.
I should be putting something creative up here soon. I've just been either crashing out early (lack of vitamin D means a huge lack of energy, and that's been hitting me hard) or working on other creative ventures (food or fanfiction) that I don't often talk about here.
But soon again. I swear.
Before you start making fun, I do actually get some sunlight, and I do eat a healthy variety of foods, especially dairy and vegetables, and meats. So I shouldn't be deficient at all in vitamin D whatsoever. And yet...
Of course, this time it's coinciding with some severe GI issues. I have chronic problems with my GI tract, and at the very least I have recently discovered that I have neither stomach cancer nor bacterial ulcers. So now I only have approximately 5,290 more diseases they have to test for before I know what is wrong with me and how to fix it. More than likely the deficiency is due to malabsorption of food. Fun stuff.
I should be putting something creative up here soon. I've just been either crashing out early (lack of vitamin D means a huge lack of energy, and that's been hitting me hard) or working on other creative ventures (food or fanfiction) that I don't often talk about here.
But soon again. I swear.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
New song--I've Got A Thing (For Parentheses)
I am thinking this will be in an early rock-and-roll style. The Collaborator recently bought a ukulele though, so it might be rock-and-roll ukulele. Who knows. Here it is:
I've got a thing (for parentheses)
Just the right brackets (put me on my knees)
They're good for asides (and soliloquies)
I've got a thing (for parentheses).
Some people have a footnotes fetish
But that's not really me
They like it in the asterisk
Or with a superscripted three.
Some people do it with a period
Some prematurely punctuate
Some people like to subject and object their predicate.
But
I've got a thing (for parentheses)
etc
Just the sight of those loving arms
Gets me all aroused
I tingle reading Vonnegut
And I devour Proust.
I checked out a book of poetry
With a very modern air
When I came to e e cummings, I came everywhere.
Because
I've got a thing for parentheses
etc
You can keep your semicolons and dashes
Your carats, tildes, back-and-forward slashes
When it comes to insertion
Of pointless diversion
I've got a thing
Oh I've got a thing
Got a huge huge thing
(For parentheses).
Should be recorded next month...I'm already excited.
I've got a thing (for parentheses)
Just the right brackets (put me on my knees)
They're good for asides (and soliloquies)
I've got a thing (for parentheses).
Some people have a footnotes fetish
But that's not really me
They like it in the asterisk
Or with a superscripted three.
Some people do it with a period
Some prematurely punctuate
Some people like to subject and object their predicate.
But
I've got a thing (for parentheses)
etc
Just the sight of those loving arms
Gets me all aroused
I tingle reading Vonnegut
And I devour Proust.
I checked out a book of poetry
With a very modern air
When I came to e e cummings, I came everywhere.
Because
I've got a thing for parentheses
etc
You can keep your semicolons and dashes
Your carats, tildes, back-and-forward slashes
When it comes to insertion
Of pointless diversion
I've got a thing
Oh I've got a thing
Got a huge huge thing
(For parentheses).
Should be recorded next month...I'm already excited.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
There won't be a lot of novel updates anymore.
While I had a spike in late May/early June, the blog visits have fallen off again. And I really don't get a lot of comments. All blogs are vanity projects, but this one seems kind of meaningless. I would rather have dialogue than endless monologue.
I'm also a little hesitant about putting a whole novel up, too. It seems like a bad idea, but I can't articulate why. So, I suppose if any of you would like to do a read-through critique of the novel when it's finished, I would love to have a lot of good feedback. But other than that, I won't be putting any more of it up here.
There may be occasional updates to link some music or put down some poetry or short prose, just so I can keep up with it. But I'm not really seeing the need to keep a blog that focuses almost entirely on my novel when honestly, it's not very interesting.
Thanks for everyone who has been a reader in the past. I really appreciate your patronage. Excelsior!
I'm also a little hesitant about putting a whole novel up, too. It seems like a bad idea, but I can't articulate why. So, I suppose if any of you would like to do a read-through critique of the novel when it's finished, I would love to have a lot of good feedback. But other than that, I won't be putting any more of it up here.
There may be occasional updates to link some music or put down some poetry or short prose, just so I can keep up with it. But I'm not really seeing the need to keep a blog that focuses almost entirely on my novel when honestly, it's not very interesting.
Thanks for everyone who has been a reader in the past. I really appreciate your patronage. Excelsior!
Friday, June 24, 2011
One reason why writing a novel is harder than you think.
It's really a very simple concept. Research.
I am writing a semi-comic (and dramatic) fantasy novel, which you would think would not require a lot of research. WRONG. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
Sure, courtroom fiction needs research, and medical-suspense-thriller-fiction needs research, but comic fantasy needs a megaton of research too, mostly because comic fantasy tends to parody the heck out of popular culture, history, other fantasy and sci-fi, gawd, you name it and some comic fantasy writer has probably used it in his books. Especially if his name is Terry Pratchett. And I am going a lot lighter on the parody than he does, so Og only knows how much time he spends researching for his Discworld series.
I've just spent 30 minutes checking the names I am giving different countries within this book to make sure that the allusions make sense. Tomorrow or Sunday I plan to devote a few hours to research about various mythical species (dragons, phoenixes, elves, sprites, domovoi, witches, huldrafolk, you get the idea).
I have to say that this is the most exhilarating experience I've had writing. I have about 6-7k words at the moment. I just need to repeat that 15 more times, then edit the crap out of it. And get other people to read it. Then edit it some more...and then maybe, just maybe, it will be good enough for a publishing house to at least consider.
However, next month I'll be polishing up a couple of short stories and shopping them around, mostly because I want to already have a little work out there when I'm trying to find someone who will take my novel. I do have some poetry published already, but I need to get my name out in the prose world.
There will be an update to the novel sometime this weekend, I think. Have a good one, all three of you!
I am writing a semi-comic (and dramatic) fantasy novel, which you would think would not require a lot of research. WRONG. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
Sure, courtroom fiction needs research, and medical-suspense-thriller-fiction needs research, but comic fantasy needs a megaton of research too, mostly because comic fantasy tends to parody the heck out of popular culture, history, other fantasy and sci-fi, gawd, you name it and some comic fantasy writer has probably used it in his books. Especially if his name is Terry Pratchett. And I am going a lot lighter on the parody than he does, so Og only knows how much time he spends researching for his Discworld series.
I've just spent 30 minutes checking the names I am giving different countries within this book to make sure that the allusions make sense. Tomorrow or Sunday I plan to devote a few hours to research about various mythical species (dragons, phoenixes, elves, sprites, domovoi, witches, huldrafolk, you get the idea).
I have to say that this is the most exhilarating experience I've had writing. I have about 6-7k words at the moment. I just need to repeat that 15 more times, then edit the crap out of it. And get other people to read it. Then edit it some more...and then maybe, just maybe, it will be good enough for a publishing house to at least consider.
However, next month I'll be polishing up a couple of short stories and shopping them around, mostly because I want to already have a little work out there when I'm trying to find someone who will take my novel. I do have some poetry published already, but I need to get my name out in the prose world.
There will be an update to the novel sometime this weekend, I think. Have a good one, all three of you!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Grrr, Comcast.
So, this makes the third time in the past week that the internet has been out at my house. Monday, Wednesday, and now ever since Friday afternoon. Needless to say, I'm pretty unhappy with Comcast and I am already looking around for another solution.
I am currently visiting my parents for Father's Day. I will make a small, holiday-related post tomorrow. I am not sure when I will update my story, but I'm hoping by Tuesday. I suppose now is the time to announce it: it's becoming a novel. I have about 5k words typed so far, and about another 3-4k words to get typed up. I'm aiming for an 80k-90k word count, as that seems about standard for comic fantasy. So...if you're reading and you feel like critiquing it, please let me know. I need to know what makes sense and what doesn't. I need to know what's funny and what isn't. I need to get rid of awkward turns of phrase and horrible grammar.
BUT HOORAY! I AM FINALLY WRITING A NOVEL!
I am currently visiting my parents for Father's Day. I will make a small, holiday-related post tomorrow. I am not sure when I will update my story, but I'm hoping by Tuesday. I suppose now is the time to announce it: it's becoming a novel. I have about 5k words typed so far, and about another 3-4k words to get typed up. I'm aiming for an 80k-90k word count, as that seems about standard for comic fantasy. So...if you're reading and you feel like critiquing it, please let me know. I need to know what makes sense and what doesn't. I need to know what's funny and what isn't. I need to get rid of awkward turns of phrase and horrible grammar.
BUT HOORAY! I AM FINALLY WRITING A NOVEL!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Maggie and the Dragon, Part III
I keep my promises. Part IV is already written and coming soon. I have the beginnings of Part V and some of a later installment, as well.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
I have been remiss.
I am so sorry. I know I promised a story update at the beginning of the past week, but I haven't yet finished Part III. This is partially because I do some of my writing at work (I'm allowed) but work has been extremely hectic lately, as I've been helping coordinate a big event that took place Friday. Also, Disclaimer Man has been staying the week with me, so I've been making dinner almost every night (which I do not mind). With one thing (or person) or another, I've just not had the time to pour into writing. BUT, because things should die down a bit over the next week, I should have Part III up before next Friday. That's a promise; it's about half-written already.
Hopefully later on this summer, around July or August, I'll have new music to post as well. We'll see. I also have a piece of visual art (a comic) that I keep meaning to scan in. I know it's one that Aavelyn especially would appreciate.
In other words, keep visiting, and thanks for your patronage of my blog!
Hopefully later on this summer, around July or August, I'll have new music to post as well. We'll see. I also have a piece of visual art (a comic) that I keep meaning to scan in. I know it's one that Aavelyn especially would appreciate.
In other words, keep visiting, and thanks for your patronage of my blog!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Mini-vacation!
Disclaimer Man and I are taking a much-needed mini-vacation to Tennessee for the weekend. Look for a fiction update sometime around Tuesday. Until then, have fun, and thanks for more than trebling my blog's visitor stats in the past week! Nearly 5,000 views now since I started it last October (considering it was hovering around 1,300 lifetime views until the last week of May).
Many thanks to Disclaimer Man, Ryan, and Reassembler, for providing most of the hits not associated with my Facebook updates. ;)
Many thanks to Disclaimer Man, Ryan, and Reassembler, for providing most of the hits not associated with my Facebook updates. ;)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Maggie and the Dragon, Part II.
Well, the title says it all. I'm adding more because Sarah told me to, and I do what Sarah says (especially because it's been YEARS since Sarah told me to do anything). Welcome to Maggie and the Dragon, Part Deux
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Some more new fiction--dramedic fantasy.
If "dramedy" is drama-comedy, then obviously "dramedic" is the adjective form. Right? Anyway, I've been working on a longer work than normal (though honestly, I still haven't built up the attention span to write even a novella). Right now it's going to be in its rough stages, because I have not given it the rigorous editing I tend to give my other work. So if it's awkward in places, feel free to tell me. I am more doing this for fun than anything else, and letting the story guide itself a little bit rather than planning it out beforehand. So, with that all side, welcome to PART ONE of
Maggie and the Dragon
Maggie and the Dragon
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
More fiction.
I don't like this as much as my previous story "Red." This took me a great deal longer to write as well--the characters would not say things the way I wanted them to for awhile. But I finally got it down.
The Exterminator
The Exterminator
Monday, May 23, 2011
I wonder if I can generate some traffic here.
If it weren't for Blogger being nice and providing my stats, I would never know if anyone ever read my blog.
But, as an experiment, I'm writing a poem that is all about search engine hits. Or something.
Hookers hookers hookers
Tornados and
Viagra
Let's see the visitors pour in now!
But, as an experiment, I'm writing a poem that is all about search engine hits. Or something.
Hookers hookers hookers
Tornados and
Viagra
Let's see the visitors pour in now!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Changed up the blog a bit.
So, I changed the design of my blog. This feels cooler. At least, I think it feels cooler. As soon as I learn more fancy-pants things to do, maybe I will do them.
And I added a picture. I look that blurry in real life. And that purple.
I also added a couple of new blogs to the blogroll, one being Left in Alabama, which probably doesn't need a lot of explanation. I mean, anyone to the left of Hitler is a pinko here (look, I just Godwinized my own blog!)
The other blog I added is Reassembler. He is a very interesting person and I highly recommend his blog.
I should have some new fiction up in the next couple of days, and hopefully I'll have some new music, or at least lyrics, for you before the month of June is over. I am hoping that the Collaborator and I can release an EP by year's end. We'd probably only sell a dozen copies, but it would be OUR record! Neat, right?
And I added a picture. I look that blurry in real life. And that purple.
I also added a couple of new blogs to the blogroll, one being Left in Alabama, which probably doesn't need a lot of explanation. I mean, anyone to the left of Hitler is a pinko here (look, I just Godwinized my own blog!)
The other blog I added is Reassembler. He is a very interesting person and I highly recommend his blog.
I should have some new fiction up in the next couple of days, and hopefully I'll have some new music, or at least lyrics, for you before the month of June is over. I am hoping that the Collaborator and I can release an EP by year's end. We'd probably only sell a dozen copies, but it would be OUR record! Neat, right?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Scratch what I said before--and new poem.
You know, I have talked so much about the tornado, because people keep asking me questions, that I just don't want to talk about it anymore. So. That said. Today I wrote a poem. It's not in any traditional form, which was a departure for me. Here it is.
Weapons
You will need three knives. (At least. Bring more.)
One of silver, to ward against wolves.
One of iron, to fend off fairies.
And one of bronze, to open doors (to other realms, and other lives).
A musical instrument. Like a lyre, or a lute
Or a harp (or harmonica). Maybe a flute.
An iPod would do. They don't like technology.
They have issues with order, with zeroes and ones.
Take a candle. (Or a torch. Or a flamethrower. Take several.)
You wondered why you were afraid of the dark as a child.
You'll soon remember.
The darkness is where the wilder things go wild.
A skeleton key. A ball of twine.
A gorgon's head if you've got it.
(You've not? More's the pity.)
A few more odds and ends and you should be fine.
Remember no bowstring should match the nimbleness of your wits.
That no shield should be as steadfast as your heart.
That no blade should equal the sharpness of your mind.
Remember that, and you should be fine.
Weapons
You will need three knives. (At least. Bring more.)
One of silver, to ward against wolves.
One of iron, to fend off fairies.
And one of bronze, to open doors (to other realms, and other lives).
A musical instrument. Like a lyre, or a lute
Or a harp (or harmonica). Maybe a flute.
An iPod would do. They don't like technology.
They have issues with order, with zeroes and ones.
Take a candle. (Or a torch. Or a flamethrower. Take several.)
You wondered why you were afraid of the dark as a child.
You'll soon remember.
The darkness is where the wilder things go wild.
A skeleton key. A ball of twine.
A gorgon's head if you've got it.
(You've not? More's the pity.)
A few more odds and ends and you should be fine.
Remember no bowstring should match the nimbleness of your wits.
That no shield should be as steadfast as your heart.
That no blade should equal the sharpness of your mind.
Remember that, and you should be fine.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sorry about not posting.
Pretty much all of you have heard about the tornadoes that tore through Alabama on April 27th. Well, I live in the city of Tuscaloosa and my house was in the path of the Tuscaloosa tornado. (Which would've made a great sports team name...until now.)
The house is damaged but still stands but until we get power back I am couch-surfing a bit with my various relatives. It's a bit amusing to me that we were there a month and then this happens. Mostly because something needs to amuse me right now.
I will devote my next blog post to the actual experience, complete with pictures. But it's going to be awhile. Until then, keep away from great big swirly bastard clouds from the sky. Or anywhere else, because a great big swirly bastard cloud from the ground is pretty bad too.
The house is damaged but still stands but until we get power back I am couch-surfing a bit with my various relatives. It's a bit amusing to me that we were there a month and then this happens. Mostly because something needs to amuse me right now.
I will devote my next blog post to the actual experience, complete with pictures. But it's going to be awhile. Until then, keep away from great big swirly bastard clouds from the sky. Or anywhere else, because a great big swirly bastard cloud from the ground is pretty bad too.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
An old poem.
My finals end May 6th. Hopefully, I'll be done before that, but it all depends on scheduling. And then I'll have a little over 3 months of idle time, in which I can actually focus on my writing and music and other art. In other words, there should be some more posts to this blog. Regular posts, even.
Anyway, here's an old poem I wrote several years ago for a creative writing class. It's one of my favorites, and it uses the villanelle structure.
Anyway, here's an old poem I wrote several years ago for a creative writing class. It's one of my favorites, and it uses the villanelle structure.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sipsey River Bottoms
A very long, long time ago, when I was but a wee girl of 20 or thereabouts, I was a huge fan of the movie O Brother, Where Art Thou? Actually, I still love the movie and own it, I just haven't watched it in a long time. Maybe I'll have to do that once my finals are over next month. Anyway, one of my reasons for loving that movie so much is for the old-timey music in it--gospel, folk, country. So I endeavored to write a song in that style, and came up with "Sipsey River Bottoms." Of course, I only wrote the lyrics.
I posted it to my LiveJournal, and a friend of mine on LJ who is a musician (Glen), took the lyrics and wrote music around it and recorded himself singing it and then gave it back to me. I loved the result, and I need to record my own version. Perhaps next month when The Collaborator is here we'll do some kind of guitar-harmonica cover of my own song. Maybe even with harmony?! We'll see. You can download Glen's version of the song here.
Lyrics are below the cut, if you need them.
I posted it to my LiveJournal, and a friend of mine on LJ who is a musician (Glen), took the lyrics and wrote music around it and recorded himself singing it and then gave it back to me. I loved the result, and I need to record my own version. Perhaps next month when The Collaborator is here we'll do some kind of guitar-harmonica cover of my own song. Maybe even with harmony?! We'll see. You can download Glen's version of the song here.
Lyrics are below the cut, if you need them.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Moving Day.
A few months ago, not long after I started this blog, actually, I became a homeowner for the first time. I did not think I would see my name on the deed to a house before I hit about 35, but apparently I was 8 years early to that party.
Of course, I am not the only name on the deed. I own the house along with my sister and our parents. Yes, I know. I don't even want to hear it. The Wonder Kid is finishing her last two years of medical school and I am finishing my last year and a half of business school so we can go out in the world and make meeeeellions. Theoretically, anyway (though I'm not learning Mandarin just so I can pay a paltry wage, that's for sure).
Anyway, I didn't mention it because I'm not sure owning a home is very rockstar, unless it's one of those squillion-dollar ridiculous homes in California or something. However, today is Moving Day, so the next time I post, it will be from the safety and security of my very own home that I actually own. Which, come to think of it, IS pretty rockstar.
Of course, I am not the only name on the deed. I own the house along with my sister and our parents. Yes, I know. I don't even want to hear it. The Wonder Kid is finishing her last two years of medical school and I am finishing my last year and a half of business school so we can go out in the world and make meeeeellions. Theoretically, anyway (though I'm not learning Mandarin just so I can pay a paltry wage, that's for sure).
Anyway, I didn't mention it because I'm not sure owning a home is very rockstar, unless it's one of those squillion-dollar ridiculous homes in California or something. However, today is Moving Day, so the next time I post, it will be from the safety and security of my very own home that I actually own. Which, come to think of it, IS pretty rockstar.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
What I Did on My Vacation
So I was gone for nine days. Nine days away from home, from my job, from my schoolwork. Nine days of heaven, three states away.
And because I've been on the subject of fairy-tales lately, I wanted to discuss a motif that pops up from time to time in some fairy-tales, and more modern, realistic work that is inspired by them. You see, one thing that comes up is the notion of "hiding one's heart" (sometimes one's soul, but usually the heart. I suppose hearts, technically tangible, are easier to hide). Sometimes the heart is hidden in a place you don't expect, like in a person's heel instead of his chest, or in a dusty trunk somewhere in a forgotten attic of a crumbling house. Occasionally, it is broken into several pieces, and hidden all over...making the owner, of course, harder to kill.
Of course, it is usually the monsters, the villains that hide their hearts. They are the ones that need to fear death, aren't they? However, while I do not consider myself any kind of monster (except maybe Animal from The Muppets because he's pretty rad), I have split my heart in twain, as some dippy poet would say, and I have hidden half of it in my heaven that is three states away. While it does hurt to be missing half my heart, the guardian to whom I entrusted it is very careful--in fact, he is more careful with my own heart than I am--and so I am invincible.
And because I've been on the subject of fairy-tales lately, I wanted to discuss a motif that pops up from time to time in some fairy-tales, and more modern, realistic work that is inspired by them. You see, one thing that comes up is the notion of "hiding one's heart" (sometimes one's soul, but usually the heart. I suppose hearts, technically tangible, are easier to hide). Sometimes the heart is hidden in a place you don't expect, like in a person's heel instead of his chest, or in a dusty trunk somewhere in a forgotten attic of a crumbling house. Occasionally, it is broken into several pieces, and hidden all over...making the owner, of course, harder to kill.
Of course, it is usually the monsters, the villains that hide their hearts. They are the ones that need to fear death, aren't they? However, while I do not consider myself any kind of monster (except maybe Animal from The Muppets because he's pretty rad), I have split my heart in twain, as some dippy poet would say, and I have hidden half of it in my heaven that is three states away. While it does hurt to be missing half my heart, the guardian to whom I entrusted it is very careful--in fact, he is more careful with my own heart than I am--and so I am invincible.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales, part two
Well, here is another story, sort of in the same vein. More or less, anyway.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales--
Two new pieces of short prose I've written lately. Lately as in "today." Considering how often I write prose, it's a bloody miracle.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
He's already seen it, so I can post it here.
While I do enjoy being funny, it's very satisfying to write a love poem that is well-liked by the recipient.
I have no idea what form this is, or if it even is a form. I started out trying to write a terzanelle, but the form didn't suit what I was trying to say, so I re-worked it a little bit. I wanted to keep the imagery more than I wanted to stick to any particular form. I think it worked.
One stray ember started the fire
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled--
Now, I was well-versed in the ways of desire
So I told myself that I wouldn't be fooled.
And yet, I let myself become enkindled
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled.
But I wouldn't be trapped, gathered, or spindled
I had always been told to be wary of fire
And yet I let myself become enkindled
Enmeshed, ensnared, enchanted, enmired.
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
I had always been told to be wary of fire
But I crashed headlong into the conflagration
Now for you, I burn, but you are my light
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
Now this consumes me, eternally bright
One stray ember started the fire
So now I'm well-versed in the ways of desire
And for you, I burn, but you are my light.
I have no idea what form this is, or if it even is a form. I started out trying to write a terzanelle, but the form didn't suit what I was trying to say, so I re-worked it a little bit. I wanted to keep the imagery more than I wanted to stick to any particular form. I think it worked.
One stray ember started the fire
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled--
Now, I was well-versed in the ways of desire
So I told myself that I wouldn't be fooled.
And yet, I let myself become enkindled
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled.
But I wouldn't be trapped, gathered, or spindled
I had always been told to be wary of fire
And yet I let myself become enkindled
Enmeshed, ensnared, enchanted, enmired.
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
I had always been told to be wary of fire
But I crashed headlong into the conflagration
Now for you, I burn, but you are my light
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
Now this consumes me, eternally bright
One stray ember started the fire
So now I'm well-versed in the ways of desire
And for you, I burn, but you are my light.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Phobias
I like to talk about things that scare me, because there's a lot of fodder for entertainment there. A lot of the things that scare me are absolutely ridiculous. A few weeks ago, I was talking to my mother and sister (The Wonder Kid), and we were talking about the fact that I spent several years sharing a room with The Wonder Kid due to her terror of the dark. On the other hand, I was "absolutely fearless" as a young child, according to my mother. Actually, that's true--I wasn't afraid of bugs, or of the dark. It's not that I didn't think there were monsters under my bed, it's just that I was convinced I was magical and could defeat any challenger. If Hogwarts were real, I would've been a prime candidate back then. (I was also convinced when I grew up, we would have unicorns, and I could become a unicorn breeder. I have never taken LSD in my life because I have never needed it.)
Anyway, as I have grown older I have developed a few startlingly virulent phobias, whether through bad experiences, culture, or OMG WTF IS THAT THING. However, I am working on some of my fears (sort of, mostly in counter-productive ways).
Anyway, as I have grown older I have developed a few startlingly virulent phobias, whether through bad experiences, culture, or OMG WTF IS THAT THING. However, I am working on some of my fears (sort of, mostly in counter-productive ways).
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Boyfriends Deciphered by Dungeons & Dragons
As requested, I made a sequel. Oh, what fun!
So you're looking for a boyfriend. Or, congratulations, you found a boyfriend! (That wasn't so hard now, was it?) And whether you met him in church, in a bar, or at a sci-fi con (I personally recommend the last one--I mean, how often do you get the chance to date Wolverine?) you may need a little bit of guidance. And if you, like me, are into gaming and other indicators of geekdom, maybe a manual would help. Here's where I come in: I've had several boyfriends, and countless dates, I've even been married (though unsuccessfully)--but I guarantee you I can classify the male gender for you through this handy-dandy guide of D&D alignment.
Katrushka's
Male Alignment Manual
So you're looking for a boyfriend. Or, congratulations, you found a boyfriend! (That wasn't so hard now, was it?) And whether you met him in church, in a bar, or at a sci-fi con (I personally recommend the last one--I mean, how often do you get the chance to date Wolverine?) you may need a little bit of guidance. And if you, like me, are into gaming and other indicators of geekdom, maybe a manual would help. Here's where I come in: I've had several boyfriends, and countless dates, I've even been married (though unsuccessfully)--but I guarantee you I can classify the male gender for you through this handy-dandy guide of D&D alignment.
Katrushka's
Male Alignment Manual
Monday, February 7, 2011
Girlfriends Deciphered by Dungeons & Dragons
So you're looking for a girlfriend--or perhaps, congratulations, you've found a girlfriend! Whether it's your first, your first after a long time, or the next one in a string of women whose hearts you've broken (ha, right), you're seeking some guidance.
Well, while I haven't had relationships with women, I am a woman myself, and I've played Agony Aunt to countless male friends during the advents, durations, and demises of their relationships with women. Perhaps more importantly, I am a gamer, and I thought it might be helpful to write a manual for those of you who are bewildered by the fairer sex. This guide will help you differentiate between women you should grip tighter than your +1 Vorpal Blade of Rat-killing (that sounds so dirty) and women you should run away from as if they were a grue! ...and of course, points between.
So without further ado, here's Katrushka's
Guide to Girlfriend Alignment
Well, while I haven't had relationships with women, I am a woman myself, and I've played Agony Aunt to countless male friends during the advents, durations, and demises of their relationships with women. Perhaps more importantly, I am a gamer, and I thought it might be helpful to write a manual for those of you who are bewildered by the fairer sex. This guide will help you differentiate between women you should grip tighter than your +1 Vorpal Blade of Rat-killing (that sounds so dirty) and women you should run away from as if they were a grue! ...and of course, points between.
So without further ado, here's Katrushka's
Guide to Girlfriend Alignment
Friday, February 4, 2011
How to Act like a Lady
Yesterday was my roommate's birthday. Tonight, we are going drinking for her birthday. As you do.
I am dressing as much like a hooker as possible. As my ex would say, I look "positively tarty."
...no, it's not about music or poetry. But it's still a very rockstar thing to do.
I am dressing as much like a hooker as possible. As my ex would say, I look "positively tarty."
...no, it's not about music or poetry. But it's still a very rockstar thing to do.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
omg 2 posts in a day--and this one with music!
As promised, here are some music clips I have recorded with The Collaborator:
This one is a cover of a now-defunct band called The Marvelous 3. They were a fairly big regional band around here when I and the Collaborator were in high school. We saw a fair few of their shows--it was always a blast! That song is called "Every Monday."
This one is an original called "You Meant More." The Collaborator: music, guitars, other instruments; Katrushka: lyrics, vocals.
I do follow up on my promises. Eventually.
This one is a cover of a now-defunct band called The Marvelous 3. They were a fairly big regional band around here when I and the Collaborator were in high school. We saw a fair few of their shows--it was always a blast! That song is called "Every Monday."
This one is an original called "You Meant More." The Collaborator: music, guitars, other instruments; Katrushka: lyrics, vocals.
I do follow up on my promises. Eventually.
Brittle bits.
Though I am a pretty happy person overall, I, of course, have my down periods. What I have always found interesting is the so-called "artist's temperament." Of course, I tend to believe that temperament is exaggerated in portrayals of artists, though I have known some serious nutbars who nevertheless produced excellent work. However, there does seem to be a touch of truth to the 'moodiness' of those in the creative fields. Or let me put it this way: the vast majority of my friends can be broken down either into hearts-on-their-sleeves or robot-folk, and their choices of careers and hobbies seem extremely stereotypically aligned with their emotional makeup. That's all. Anecdote is not data.
I said all that to say that I wrote some sad things because I was sad. One was written a few weeks ago, and another was written tonight, because I can't sleep. And both of them are fairly short.
I said all that to say that I wrote some sad things because I was sad. One was written a few weeks ago, and another was written tonight, because I can't sleep. And both of them are fairly short.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I am so terrible at updating. My bad.
I'm going to try to do better here. My college semester started a couple of weeks ago, and while it's not going to be incredibly difficult, it will be pretty work-intensive. I don't know what possessed me to take 15 credit hours while working 40 hours a week, but there it is. I do want to get out of school before I turn 30.
In music-and-creative-junk-I-do news, I've started a project that I've entitled--drumroll, please--the Southern Music Project. ...I am going to do my best to come up with a better name if this takes off, I swear. Anyway, it consists of about 11 people now, mostly concentrated in my city, but with a few people in other cities around the South. We're a small collective of lyricists and/or musicians, most of whom have been in bands before but are currently not in a band, who desire to write and record music together...without having to be in a band. My whole reasoning behind this collective was...well, many reasons...
1. Musicians are flaky. I love my pure-musician friends, but I am a bit Type A regarding making it to practices/being on time, and so I need a project where I can control that mo' betta'.
2. I don't have time for a band right now, with a weekly practice, and weekend gigs, or weekday gigs, perish the thought. Most of my non-work, non-school free time is going to be given over to the boyfriend/friends or reading, or moving into/fixing up my new house...or, well, anything but being in a band with four other people who may or may not understand the concept of dependability and punctuality.
3. I want to be in almost total control, and I am. (Except my collaborative partner, The Collaborator. He is the other boss of this show. Fortunately, he listens to me. Mostly.) Yes, I realize this makes me a Musician Nazi. I don't care.
So hopefully soon--you will hear the Southern Music Project's version of "The Octogenarian Project." I very much like the word Project. It makes me sound so important!
'Til next time.
In music-and-creative-junk-I-do news, I've started a project that I've entitled--drumroll, please--the Southern Music Project. ...I am going to do my best to come up with a better name if this takes off, I swear. Anyway, it consists of about 11 people now, mostly concentrated in my city, but with a few people in other cities around the South. We're a small collective of lyricists and/or musicians, most of whom have been in bands before but are currently not in a band, who desire to write and record music together...without having to be in a band. My whole reasoning behind this collective was...well, many reasons...
1. Musicians are flaky. I love my pure-musician friends, but I am a bit Type A regarding making it to practices/being on time, and so I need a project where I can control that mo' betta'.
2. I don't have time for a band right now, with a weekly practice, and weekend gigs, or weekday gigs, perish the thought. Most of my non-work, non-school free time is going to be given over to the boyfriend/friends or reading, or moving into/fixing up my new house...or, well, anything but being in a band with four other people who may or may not understand the concept of dependability and punctuality.
3. I want to be in almost total control, and I am. (Except my collaborative partner, The Collaborator. He is the other boss of this show. Fortunately, he listens to me. Mostly.) Yes, I realize this makes me a Musician Nazi. I don't care.
So hopefully soon--you will hear the Southern Music Project's version of "The Octogenarian Project." I very much like the word Project. It makes me sound so important!
'Til next time.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I am vexed.
Well actually, I am not terribly vexed. More exhausted than anything else. Travel will do that every time.
I actually am writing, though I am writing more bits-and-pieces kind of stuff rather than actual full works. Except for Disclaimer Man. But I honestly think he gets most of my best work.
I know I need to post some of my music up here, so consider it done as of later this week.
AND MAKE SOME BLOODY COMMENTS.
I actually am writing, though I am writing more bits-and-pieces kind of stuff rather than actual full works. Except for Disclaimer Man. But I honestly think he gets most of my best work.
I know I need to post some of my music up here, so consider it done as of later this week.
AND MAKE SOME BLOODY COMMENTS.
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