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Oof.

A combo of my work moving locations, a change in focus of Chase’s show (now in October!) and a sudden trip to the coast (doctor’s orders, because it’s been two years since we last went, and both Chase and I needed out of the city to refresh), and and and.

Point being, I’m behind in goals and dammit, it’s the summer. So I’m extending this focus a month. I have got a lot done, just not enough (so many thumbnails, if you’re following me on Instagram, you may have seen some). So, excuses but whatev. I’ll leave you with a finished frame from the new chapter written for draft two.

 

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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If you follow me on Instagram (handle is bzedan, just like it is everywhere), you may have seen some thumbnail progress for the animatic.

Thumbnails.

Value thumbnail.

Chase and I went on a drive, listening to the song that always seemed like it’d be perfect for a trailer for The Audacity Gambit to me—Fairies Wear Boots. Which, obvs, cannot use that song, but Chase plus synth can get me the feeling I want. We parsed out what scenes would work for a trailer, without giving anything away. I made a list of them when we got home and I’ve been thumbnailing them out since.

Style-wise, they’ll be along the lines of what I did to illustrate Morningstar. I want plain black and white stuff I can drop into the POD draft 2 copy.

Plus! I’m about halfway through the edits Chase made, and I’ve dropped in the first of the scene inserts. He’s got about 25 pages left to read! I really want to be sending this thing to Lulu, illustrations and edits and all, at the end of the month. Might be able to make it!

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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So, what’s the status right now?

  • The outline of the second book is where it was last week, that’s fine, because:
  • I’m about a third into the first write of the chapter that has to be inserted into the first book—which I’m not going to let Chase (my beloved first reader and editor) read until he is further along in going over the edits of the first book. Incentive, folks.

And!

As I may have mentioned before, once he’s gone over the edits and the new scenes are plugged in, I’m getting a couple copies of The Audacity Gambit printed POD, for another read-through. It’ll need a cover though, right? How about this:

Shooting The Audacity Gambit draft 2 cover
This was fun to do and a great image test as well. I’ll probably revisit the visual theme.

Shooting The Audacity Gambit draft 2 cover

So, progress continues.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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I have like two thirds of the book outlined! This is a hella beefier outline that what I used for the first book, but I have a lot more characters and tropes to keep track of and fulfil.

Outlining that next book.

I still want to write a flash or two to fill out what gets done this month, but since I’m also revising/editing The Audacity Gambit, we’ll see. I want to print out the revised draft through a POD, for one more read through, but it will need a cover.  Which is why I made this.

Roughly built, but not bad

You’ll find out why.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 06:58pm on 06/06/2012 under ,
Looking over notes from a discussion Chase and I had about revising The Audacity Gambit. This is the general tone of the theme declarative ones:
  • “Immortality or power breeds immaturity.”
  • “Needs are what dominate and shape human existence.”
  • “In the end, it’s just you versus Sauron.”

Though this month is about working on the second book, the first book is going under revision, which is actually pretty great, as I can build the framework for book two a little easier when I’m using the same materials to renovate book one.

The first book is getting two more full scenes (that’ll probably end up equalling a chapter) and two half scenes. The two half scenes are done and already I’m loving how they’re helping flesh out the themes, world and characters. Revisions, guys, they’re fun.

And here, so it’s not all words, how about a little sketch of Dry-Eyes?

A chatacter from that book I'm writing, why not.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 07:29pm on 01/06/2012 under

This month I got: 5, 6, 16 (by asking Chase this time, not Random.org)

  1. Animatic for The Audacity Gambit
  2. Sewing: clothes
  3. Ink comic from last February (Richard III)
  4. Nails
  5. Photography: make sets, pick direction
  6. Next book
  7. Library
  8. Garden
  9. Cooking
  10. Painting
  11. Fashion blogging
  12. The unfinished/begun monographs
  13. Final Space Goth chapter
  14. Chase and Brenna collabs
  15. Miniatures
  16. Get rid of old art
  17. Printmaking
  18. Papier mâché
  19. Old photos

Finished:

I am going to admit that Chase bullied me into choosing to work on the next book (a sequel to The Audacity Gambit). I’m pretty much just outlining, I’ve got a lot of notes and weird bullet point stuff right now from a couple of months ago, and it’s time to craft that into the skeleton.

This will not be serialised online. Sorry folks. But I’ll share fun bits and things I’ve learned. Here’s a fun theme that is slated to lie in the shadows and inform things:

The turn away from the earth is prompted, [Zarathustra] says, by a dissatisfaction with life, a dissatisfaction that causes one to create another world in which those who made one unhappy in this life are tormented. The Übermensch is not driven into other worlds away from this one.

Wikipedia. Übernensch, This-Worldliness

Yes! I am that person. But hey, I am also obsessively looking at Eigen plots, Aarne-Thompson, I want the scrolls I put under the golem’s tongue to be right, y’know?

I’m tagging this as another month of writing, I’ll work up some small things to do when not frantically going through my Evernotes, wondering why the shit I didn’t write down a character’s name.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 06:00pm on 04/05/2012 under ,

This month I got: 20, 13, 3

  1. Animatic for The Audacity Gambit
  2. Sewing: clothes
  3. Embroidery
  4. Ink comic from last February (Richard III)
  5. Nails
  6. Photography: make sets, pick direction
  7. Next book
  8. Library
  9. Garden
  10. Cooking
  11. Painting
  12. Fashion blogging
  13. The unfinished/begun monographs
  14. Final Space Goth chapter
  15. Chase and Brenna collabs
  16. Miniatures
  17. Get rid of old art
  18. Printmaking
  19. Papier mâché
  20. Old photos

Finished:

I’d been hoping embroidery would come up. I miss it, that four-hour commute window I had every day is gone, since we now live near where I work.

I have embroidered a lot of things.

What I've done so far

I like doing it, I still think in stitching.

Some embroidery I've done

I like its time-consuming uselessness.  Hella zen, right?

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 06:37pm on 03/05/2012 under

Well, I’m not actually done with production for Chase’s show in the fall, but I’ve made huge headway.  And I took a lot of pictures.  That you’ll get to see eventually.

I like the work Chase and I make together and I like just doing production a lot. It’s been a good month, with a birthday in it and everything.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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Oop, should get about telling you all what is up with April.

Being as April has my birthday in it, I wanted the focus to be fun.  And as last April I ballsed up the focus projects and had to call it quits in May, I wanted something that I would do, would finish.

Chase is having a show at Rocks Box gallery in the fall, I’m more or less his production team.  I like working with him (which is nice, since I also live with him) and he’s got a pretty big project that I need to make headway on creating.  So that’s what April will be, working on this piece for Chase.

But.  Because we are both paranoid, superstitious and like surprise, I don’t get to show you progress images as I go.  I am taking some and, after the show, I’ll share.  Be assured, things are getting done this month, I just can’t show them to you.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 07:18pm on 27/03/2012 under

Oop, wrote a quick story.

From his balcony carved out of living rock, Teags watched the Great Burn eat its way across the world. Huddled around his coffee in the crisp mountain air, he saw flames licking at the borders of Second Hope. His sister, along with the rest of the township, had been evacuated on schedule according to the proctor’s evaluation of the fire’s path through their sector. It hadn’t been a panicked evac, a full month’s notice gave the people of Second Hope plenty of time to close up and clear out. Teag’s sister had told him before they left that the mayorship predicted an 80% property recovery on return.

“It’s not like the bad old days before we understood the mirrors, Johhan,” her face flickering warmly on the screen. “We’re well-prepared and have plenty of warning.” She smiled and Teags smiled back at her, even though it was a recorded message. “Besides, all thirty-five towns before us in the path have evacuated safely.” Teags sing-songed the familiar joke along with his sister, “fifty years since the last Great Burn death!”

Up in his cliff wall eyrie, Teags had a different evac date than the forest below. He’d built the house into the rock, on the edge of the cut sliced into the mountain by untold cycles of the sun’s fire. The contractors had given him a 98% property recovery rate. His own calculations placed him closer to 90%, but most of the damage would be from dust and extreme radiant heat, rather than forest fire and direct flame. He touched the leaves of a bush growing from a sculpted hollow in the rock. His plants would die, but the things inside the house would stay relatively cool and protected in their man-made cave.

Inside, the phone chimed insistently. Teags stayed on the balcony, watching the fire and finishing his coffee. He listened to the familiar automated message. It reminded him of each individual person’s value to the community, the importance of prudence and safety and gave him the evacuation route for his sector. There was a human-like pause as the program checked its calendar against his position. “The Great Burn will reach your location in one day.”

Teags went inside to make himself a meal, but brought it back out to eat. The air was growing slowly warmer, the first flakes of ash landing on his arms. At night, trails of smoke occluded the stars, reflecting back the light of the flames, pierced by the colourless ray of sunfire chewing its way towards the mountain.

In the morning, Teags ran another systems check. Everything that could be damaged by heat had already been moved deeper into the rock. Satisfied, Teags went back to the balcony, watching from behind dark glasses as the light edged its way into the ravine burned over millennia. Chiming sounded again from inside, the message calm but insistent. Teags had grown to admire the automated system. It had just enough AI to send out notifications and warnings independent of the proctor’s calculations.

With a last look at the fire, Teags closed up his home and followed the winding stairs down to the sub-basements. At the bottom he stumbled in the dark and panicked, worrying about the security’s power grid. His glasses slid down as he shook his head, the soft backup lights shining around the lenses like dawn. Grimacing, he took them off.

Bundled in a heavy coat against the chill, he ran a final check of the air system, already yawning in anticipation of sleep. He never could get used to sleeping under the fire-lit clouds. Finally assured that if he died, it wouldn’t be through suffocation, Teags fell onto a cot under a pile of blankets and slept.

He’d set the lights to dim at night, in an attempt to fend off the timelessness of evenly reflected, constant illumination. They were dialling back up as he woke, sweating, the calendar telling him he’d slept a full day, but no more. Slurping an emergency ration, Teags settled in at the rickety camp table, reviewing charts. He didn’t need them to see that the mirror cycles were speeding up at a geometric rate, the last Great Burn had come through only a month before, the one before just a half year before that. He didn’t want to project when the next one would be.

He gazed blankly at the stack of papers. The sector map was now useless, the last few towns he’d caught radio signals from had gone quiet over the last week. His home-made weather station data gave him nothing helpful. If the world was spinning faster or if only the mirrors had gone insane he didn’t know.

When the lights dimmed again he was still at the table, twirling a dried twig in his fingers. No matter how quickly the new growth was burned off, the native plants on the mountain burst back into fruitful bloom as soon as the temperature dropped below oven-hot. Teags wished he was a botanist, or that a botanist was still around to appreciate what the plants were doing.

He’d stripped to his underwear and slippers, wishing for a shower to take the edge off the pervasive heat. With deliberate movements, he set out the last of the emergency rations and tried to make a banquet out of them, mixing elements the best he could without a kitchen. He decided against watching his sister’s message again and put on a pair of pants and the dark glasses. With a shrug, he started up the stairs.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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