I cannot believe I’m at eighty hours. Nearly done. That’s amazing. I’ve spent most of the past ten art hours on Loomis heads. They’re something I’ve been aware of but don’t remember ever being taught how to draw, and…it has been A Learning Curve. I wanted to internalize it so I can do it consistently and, y’know, hopefully well, at some point, so it’s gone kind of… I did the first assignment and it wasn’t TERRIBLE, but the second lesson was…well, it was the first time I felt that the…
When I wasn’t writing, cooking, or sleeping at the retreat, I re-read the Old Races trilogy (affiliate link), which I started because I needed to figure out where scene breaks were in some cases because the conversion from the old epubs to the new ones isn’t always tidy. I spent so much time swearing at the copy editor, though. These books, which I’ve talked about the difficulties of writing in places that I can’t find in two seconds so am not linking to right now, had an additional difficulty to…
I’m home from retreat and SO VERY TIRED, although I think a lot of that is having spent a lot of time standing outside in the weather on the way home, and also the bed was hard as a rock, which didn’t make for awesome sleeps. I ended up with about 22K, which is Not Very Damn Much by my retreat standards, but I did finish the second section of the book (it came in at like…42.5k, or something, out of what was supposed to be a 60K book, please…
Picoreview: Wicked (both acts): not bad, but way, way, WAY too long I have avoided the musical Wicked in all its formats because I hated the book with a deep and committed loathing, but many people I trust told me repeatedly that the stage show/movie is only barely based on the book. That, frankly, was not enough, last year, to commit myself to a 2 hour, 40 minute first act film of a stage show that is in and of itself only 2 hours and 30 minutes long. However, the…
Somerset awakens, as previously mentioned, in a sodden basement with Edward Gavigan lingering nearby. Somerset: Eddie, old boy. I suppose you’re going to kill me now. We’ve ended up with friends in low places. Gavigan: Some of them lower than others, I hear. Your American cowboy friend, for example… (Dillon, who died a few episodes back) Somerset’s head explodes with fury, but he’s like: Don’t suppose I could have a drink and a smoke beforehand? We are of a certain class, after all. Gavigan: Obviously. Gentlemen, and all. He offers…