I’ve roughed out 900 words with Nichole, Bakke, and the chieftain. But it’s late and I cannot begin to even make minor edits. I’ll round it all out tomorrow evening.
I’ll be going dark for 36 hours after that as my family is off to Matsuricon, central Ohio’s 2nd largest animecon. The panels look meh, but I’ll look awesome.
I’ve never had much use for “the Holidays.” I am asocial and dislike the dark of winter. Even as an orthodox Catholic, Christmas is just a matter of “meh” for me. And this year, things preyed on my mind.
- Would it be ready for Ohayocon? “It?” Wait & see, below the fold.
- With our family finances in tatters, I can neither afford a line-editor nor a book cover for Defiant.
- My wife silently badgers me to make my next writing project about her father’s oral history. I want to do that; I’m committed to it. But it’s not fun! That’s work! I want to SEE more of my friends and family in Machine Civilization!
- Day-job is becoming more and more oppressive, leading to my reaxion of coming home and immediately climbing into the bottle. Very bad form.
- All combining into the past six weeks: not writing a tanjed thing. And, borderline psychotic as a result of it. Hell, today, at day-job, I had to use scissors to cut out some QR barcodes. My right hand shook badly enough that Friend Tracy asked if something was wrong….
Yes. Yes there is: in abandoning writing, I’ve abandoned myself. I’m dying; at a rather astonishing rate. I do not want this: I’ve glimpses: Gary & Henge, older, trying to talk out where and what to do with their love for one another. Nichole5 stands with Togame atop the New Tokyo Tower, with its Reactionless Thruster crown, talking about off-world colonies. Editing Pirate Twins into a light-novel-with-pictures or a graphic novel…
I’ve so much to do, and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Lent and lighter evenings are upon me; I’m not one to “give up” as I’ve so little. Instead, I shall take on: my father-in-law’s history, Machine Civilization’s new stories, things I cannot imagine.
Clear the decks: I’m engaging my enemy!
Apropos of this, below the fold is the utterly astounding artwork of Matt Michallow of StarArtWorks. He, through me, the guy wearing his art, owned Ohayocon, the largest animecon of central Ohio, two weeks ago. Over 350 pictures taken!
Continue reading “Coming Back to Life”
Back to normal, really. After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.
Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area. Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday. Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze. Suddenly filled up around 1200. Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?
Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay). Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.
Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt. After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up. A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me. We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance. Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.
Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise: me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation. What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!
Friday PM, a looooong walk from the action of the rest of central Ohio’s biggest animecon. I was to give a talk on Creative Writing & Self-publishing. I expected 3. Maybe 5. Ten minutes before the talk, doors open. 18 came in. I had 15 hand-outs.
Ten minutes later, when I stand to begin my talk, there are just over 50 people. I reach down for the water bottle, think better of it, and reach for my flask of bourbon, instead. I raise my head and smile like Milo does.
“Thank you so much for coming all this way! You’re obviously not here by accident, so let’s get to it!”
One full hour later (the con changed the format so we really get a full hour) completing both my presentation and the dozens of very good questions (barring, well… never mind), I’m shaking hands, signing & selling books, suddenly the room’s empty. I look at Daughter #1.
“That went very well, father.”
Later this evening, people from the panel stopped me in the halls of the Columbus Convention Center saying, “Thanks so much! I’m going to start on my book tomorrow!”
Being an asshole, I do what I do:
“Why not tonight?”
Fantastic panel, fantastic group; thanks be to God!
PowerPoint slides for Ohayocon 2017: complete.
Script for Ohayocon 2017 talk* about Creative Writing & Self-Publishing: complete (and revised after I found out yesterday that I’ve about ten more minutes!)
Outline for my long-delayed music video, ‘Lightning Across Clearest Blue:’ complete and in the hands of my collaborators. It’s now up to those “visual” artists to turn my lifeless outline into something that get us about 250k pageviews.
Wait…. Wasn’t I working on another book, too? Custard…? No, it was Cursed… Livers? I cannot recall….
*They’ve put me in a convention center room that likely seats 200. On a Friday afternoon, far from the main action of the Con, with a hyper-specialized topic. I’m anticipating 2-3 attendees. Five, tops. Oh, well: that much sooner to the bar, I suppose.
Whew! Finished the ‘script’ that I’ll be using with my Powerpoint slides in twelve days at my presentation on Creative Writing & Self-Publishing at Ohayocon. I’ve much ground to cover, and – since I’ll be a little drunk – cannot allow myself to get side-tracked, so I’ll have a written script in-hand to keep me on the rails. I’ll likely as not tweak it a little, but that’s one less thing to fret over.
Have to work a short shift tomorrow (ironically with the woman who’ll be starring in the music video I need to finish) so perhaps I can take all my hand-written direction notes for what I’m provisionally calling “Lightning Across Clearest Blue” and type them up and get them to the rest of the team.
What? Work on ‘Cursed Hearts’? Never heard of it.
Continue reading ““Plots have I laid!””
WTF has WordPress done now? Changed their input window for no tanjed reason; likely some unemployable nephew. Assholes.
Anyway. Ohayocon was qualified fun: the local hotel was undergoing remodeling – which was a huge bother – the staff was over-the-top-helpful this time, only 5 of the 6 panels I went to sucked ass*, and my girls – off on their own – did not get molested. And, back in the room, post-chemo wife was chill.
In the Dealers Room, found some Aria swag for myself and a gift each for my two pharmacist sempais. And several gifts for my sick wife. Took only a few pix, see below, but many conversations. I do so love our animecon kononia! Some great after-con talks, too: hi, Beck! (get those lymph nodes checked out!)
*Hosting a panel is so simple; I thought.
Note to those making a panel: Powerpoint, stick to your topic, crush trolls, answer questions.
This ain’t rocket science, boys. Sheesh.