Remember when I used to blog? Wasn’t that fun? I was young and shiny-eyed, full of things to say. Now my life is a shell of its former vigor, beaten down into a murky obedience. That light in my eyes has gone out.
Just kidding. I’ve just been busy.
I have all sorts of things to share, too. I took a roadtrip with my dad around West Virginia last weekend, visiting relatives I don’t get to see as often as I’d like. This involved a lot driving, a lot of fun and a lot of food… including the Appalachian beauty that is Granny’s biscuits and chocolate gravy. Speaking of which, if you’ve heard of chocolate gravy, please tell me. I’d love to find someone familiar with it that isn’t a part of my family tree.
I went to see Marjane Satrapi, author of Persepolis, speak at Carnegie Music Hall, which was both engaging and educational. I respect anyone that says “shit” while in that marble-y, gilded-to-the-hilt establishment. The Q&A session was particularly interesting.
I’ve been working my butt off in freelance land, but I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to share in that vein, since they are secret things, GOVERNMENT* things. Between freelance and 52ills, Adobe’s Illustrator is my best friend. I just upgraded to CS4, so that’s nice, but it has yet to buy me a beer.
I’ve got plans for my studio that involve a redesign and a mural. AND I’ve started making pretty extensive notes on the conclusion of my current trilogy. I’m also reading some classic YA fantasy novels, inspired by the .50 rack at Half Price Books — I covered The Neverending Story, and I’m currently reading Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising.
I have made no progress on submitting query letters, because I don’t WANNA. This is the most current juvenile reason in a long line of excuses I’ve made to keep myself from tasting rejection.
And last, but certainly not least, Val and I have discussed resurrecting an old idea that could potentially engage the mind and excite the eyes. You know, because we don’t have other stuff going on.
*Not really. Geeze, I’m full of lies this morning. They’re just not ready.