I’ve been in a bit of a painting rut for a while now… I’ve had no trouble working with 2D art (as you can see below by the crazy number of badges I’ve been making for Wordwar Z). I just couldn’t work up the focus to sit down and really put brush to horse– but that’s starting to change! 🙂
Well, at least a little. I’m still not churning out hordes of horses and I’m taking much longer than I should to get a foal done (even a leopard appy), but there’s finally progress happening again.
Which is good because I started to take an inventory of all the work in progress art projects that I have… and it’s not a small number. *sighs*
“I have no idea what I was thinking,” the Writer said as she looked over the story notes for Three Tequila, Floor. “This doesn’t make sense at all.”
“That seems pretty par for the course with your writing,” pointed out Terry as the dhampir resigned himself to appearing in the MuseFic. “I suppose this means I have to help untangle the plotlines.” He moved so he could read over the Writer’s shoulder.
There was a long pause.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought you said you had an outline.”
(Ye Olde MuseFic follows, sussing out motivations and plot holes– thus Spoilers Ahead!)
1. The rush of molten blood beneath the dragon’s skin brightens its scales until it nearly glows in fury.
2. I left home when I was forty-nine and I don’t regret a minute of it.
3. “Right, so we’re unarmed, outnumbered, and there’s no cavalry coming. Would this be a good time to say ‘I told you so’ or should I wait until we’re actually captured?”
4. The woods are full of constant noise. Rustling leaves, the scratch of tiny nails against the bark, all punctuated with gusts of wind that bend heavier bows creaking under its push.
5. Loose horses are as common as dogs in the village and it takes her a few days to get used to the idea that they haven’t escaped.
The prompts are meant to serve as sparks or story starters and are free to a good home. You’re welcome to use them verbatim or modified, the only restriction is that you don’t just resell them as prompts. (That’s my shtick!)
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) events always get me revved up and ready to write! …And then the rev dies off about halfway through and I get distracted by all the other shiny things in life.
Every event I say ‘This time it will be different!’, so instead for July I’m going to say ‘This time will be a little bit better than last time.’
It doesn’t sound quite so impressive, but at least it’s honest.
To help my get-up-and-go keep going, I’ve started a Wordwar Z thread over on the Nerd Fitness forums. For June I’m sticking to a tiny 100 words a day goal, but it’s the habit of remembering to write that I’m focusing on for now. Once July kicks around, I’m going to ramp it up to something a little more meaty.
I’m sticking with the same ‘verse as my main focus this month (Tales of the Drunken Unicorn), but I’ll be hopping all over the place as I try to finish ALL the drafts!
Length/Rating: 100 and 100 words (paired drabbles) Pairing/Warnings: none Summary: Paired drabbles written for sga_flashfic: The Hurt/Comfort Challenge. I roughed these out back on Aug. 17th, 2009 and just now put on the final polish… some things take time. 😉
But as all places are alike to me… I sort of wish I had a guild. I’m not looking to raid seriously, or become The Most Excellent Cat of Excellence, but it would be fun to have someone to chat with as I ran around killing things.
And maybe run dungeons with. *eyes her completely useless healing spec* Because I can’t bring myself to try a random with a healer, I get enough headache just being a DPS and not knowing what I’m doing.
I can’t get better without practice, but when I try and practice I get insulted because I’m not better. This is like an entry level job with a three year time-in-grade requirement! :p
I want guildies I can make stupid mistakes with and get gleefully mocked not insulted (there is totally a difference).
Alas, I haven’t been able to lure my coworkers into playing WoW, but it does look like we’ll be heading back into Final Fantasy at some point. Which means I’ll get back my snarky dungeon smartassery quota I’ve been missing. (Quotia isn’t a word? I could have sworn it was a word. Weird.)
Which means my soloing will continue, I suppose.
*heads off to finish getting to 100 so she feels less behind when the new expansion drops*
I have a bad habit of getting distracted before I complete tasks. The type of task doesn’t matter, artwork, housework, work-work– it all falls prey to whatever interruptions pop-up. Sometimes those interruptions are my brain…
Hmm, I feel like crap, I to stop goofing off on Facebook and grab some allergy meds from the bedroom…
Oh look, I need to do a load of laundry in the basement…
Oh yeah, I was going to do a full change on the litter box today but the new litter is in the car…
Oh geeze, the car is trashed, no way I can take Shiva out dogwalking later today in this, I need to clean it out but the garbage bags are in the kitchen…
Whoops, forgot to check the mail yesterday…
Omg the ants are back in the mailbox! Wait I have the ant traps in the car…
May as well clean this out while I’m here…
Oh yeah the trunk needs to be unloaded too…
Okay awesome, car is cleaned, trunk is unloaded, catbox is changed, laundry is started, mail is checked… time to goof on Facebook!
…Hmm, I feel like crap, I need to grab some allergy meds…
And sometimes it’s just the normal day-to-day interruptions that everyone deals with. The problem is this makes my head a very frustrating place to live when I want to get a specific thing done. Unless my magic laser-focus-obsession-o-vision kicks in, there isn’t much of a chance I’m going to remember what I’m doing.
So I make lists.
Which only serve to remind me of all the things I started and didn’t finish.
Which stupidly makes me more likely to start new projects than pick up old ones… because that’s admitting I didn’t finish them? I dunno. Dammit brain!
I’m not sure what the solution is, but I’m thinking one of my Nerd Fitness goals this challenge needs to be finding one. Or at least experimenting with finding one.