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Commemoration
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photo: getting my Viable Paradise and Clarion West tattoos

Teresa at Sabbath Tattoo inking a splashy, artsy jellyfish onto my arm.


photo: my finished Viable Paradise and Clarion West tattoos

R: jellyfish for VP XIV; L: shark for CW2012


I am a graduate of both Viable Paradise and Clarion West. These workshops changed my life in very different, intensely meaningful ways, and i’m so honored to have had those experiences and become friends with these people.


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Write-a-thon Week One: Broken bones and pretend progress
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It’s that time of year again, when Clarion and Clarion West graduates and supporters pledge to write every week in solidarity with this year’s students, generating sponsorships from generous donors. I promised to blog my progress, so to begin with, here’s an x-ray taken the first day of the Write-a-thon:

x-ray of my busted knuckle

While this post is late (i meant to do it Sunday night!), it’s proof that i’m still doing this. After all, 205 of the bones in my body are still whole, which means i’m 99.52% unbroken. Piece of cake! I’ll just use all those other bones to type with. (I’m currently pushing keys with my sacrum.)

I probably cannot deliver on the comic script i was going to attempt, but my most important goal was to get crackin’ on a picture book called Monsterpede, which is an allegory for my personal journey to the Clarion West Workshop. That means less typing than most books i work on! The original notes even contain plans for the protagonist to acquire a finger injury. My ER visit on Monday was a sign from the cosmos to concentrate on Monsterpede!

I didn’t make much progress the first week, so no new finished pages to show you, but i have an index of previous posts about the project, a photo of my workspace, a revised script, and a sketch of page six!

Monsterpede post index:

Making Monsterpede: Self-publication
Monsterpede Script & Dummy
Monsterpede Script & Storyboard
Monsterpede: Monster design
Monsterpede: Making pages 02-03
Monsterpede: Finished pages 01-04
Monsterpede: media practice
Monsterpede: a sketch + page five

 photo: my workspace for Monsterpede

 sketch: page 06 of Monsterpede

Please let your overwhelming pity rain down upon my CW Write-a-thon page in the form of sponsorship. (:

I’ll have more Monsterpede for you on Monday!

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PIE ATTACK
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photo: me with lemon pie all on my face (the pie started it)

The pie started it.

…SHUT UP, YOUR MOM’S A LIAR.

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My useless lawnmowers
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My last pair of guinea pigs (which i call marsvin, because the Swedish word is way cuter) were the queens of lawnmowing. I would put out their 2′x3′ wire cage top directly on the lawn, set them in it, and in 45 minutes they would mow six square feet and fertilize it with their funny little turds.

So when i got these marsvin (Plunkett and Macleane), i thought they’d be the princes of lawnmowing. Here they’re all set up, with some towels pinned on top f the cage so they can get out of the sun (which they oddly despise, like fuzzy little vampires).

photo: both marsvin in their cage on the lawn

They are defective. They only mow little bits at a time, sometimes in weird patterns so it looks like my lawn has mange, and sometimes in oddly coherent strips, like this:

photo: weird bald path across my lawn

And it takes them HOURS. But if i ask them about it, they just give me these innocent faces and shriek their horrid little marsvin shrieks. And look vaguely smug. It’s like they’re eating the lawn unevenly as some kind of subversive, avant garde art revolution.

photo: one of my marsvin, Macleane

I’m not reallllly upset about it, though, because my backup lawnmower? That one is sexy.

photo: Seamus at the helm of the Zodiac

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Goodbye, snow.
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Goodbye, snow. You didn’t show up until March, like a tool, and you only came twice, and the second time you intentionally dropped by while i was on my way to California and couldn’t play in you, but you’re pretty awesome anyway.

At least me and my ridiculous dogs thought so.

photo: Briar with a toy in the snow

That was some kind of promotional Frisbee-like device. I speak of it in the past tense because one fetch session in Briar’s mouth was enough to consign it to the Great Big Garbage Can In The Sky.

photo: Hanzo looking at a snowy creek
This is the only way Hanzo looks majestic: when he’s facing away from you.

photo: me smooching Briar

I’ve discovered i can get Briar to hold still for a photo if i’m actually holding her in place by mashing my face against her stupid head. This is the non-blurriest photo of her since i took those photos of her lying in the neat diamond-shaped shadows on our porch.

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Bay Area shenanigans
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photo: California marshland

“Oh, i’m California and i don’t have any water.” Puh-lease. If you hadn’t lost it to some egrets and muskrats in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em, you wouldn’t have a drought, California. Well, also if you want to drink water that tastes like mud and turtle pee.

photo: me after a loooong-ass train ride

So, i basically like Amtrak. I do. But let me just tell you that this time, one of my worst nightmares happened.

The train lost a locomotive engine and so we had to stop so they could replace it. During the switch, the power was off, so there was no ventilation. I could feel the air going in my lungs had also been in the lungs of like fifty other people, over and over, all hot and wet with their lung condensation and JUST GROSS AOIHEOWIHEOIGHEWAA:A!!!!!!!! Anyway, that’s why i look so relieved in the photo above.

To cheer me up, some pigeons showed up!

photo: pigeons eating rice cake

I fed them some of my ricecake crumbs, which Alyc Helms and Carlie St. George made fun of me for having, because my friends apparently like their food to have flavor in it. Weirdos. I felt guilty for feeding the pigeons rock doves processed carbohydrates they probably didn’t need, but in my defense, popped rice is much better than bread or crackers.

This is what i looked like when Alyc showed up to pick me up. If you doubted me claiming i was carrying 80+ pounds, now you can see how much i was not exaggerating:

photo: me waiting for Alyc to pick me up at the train station

This is the view out the window of Alyc’s car, which she has dubbed Ponyboy. (The car, not the view.) Ponyboy was briefly my nickname also, back in middle school and high school. It wasn’t great, but at least i appreciated it more than the one that preceded it.

No. Don’t even ask.

photo: out the window of Alyc's car, which is named Ponyboy

We stopped at the Taco Bell in Pacifica, which is the prettiest, classiest Taco Bell anywhere i’ve ever been (though i suppose i’m not exactly a connoisseur of Taco Bells, because bleh). However, what the food lacked in foodness, the beach view and neat birds more than compensated.

photo: a sassy bird at the world's classiest Taco Bell

This is some famous bridge or something. Whatever.

photo: some famous bridge or something

This is a building Alyc did NOT burn down. Really. I saw her not set fire to it and also witnessed her not going near it with matches and gasoline on no occasions.

photo: a ruined building

Besides, people with My Little Pony hair are rarely arsonists. They’re too busy solving problems by singing songs about being friends. (For the record, she didn’t sing any such songs, because Carlie and i might have murdered her a little bit in her sleep. Just a little. And because of the things we write, Carlie and i know a shit-ton about disposing of evidence or at least rendering it inadmissible in court.)

photo: Alyc's gorgeous hair

FOGcon was excellent, as it was last year. I like small, literary conventions, even if i spend most of the time talking about videogames and TV series. I did spend a significant percentage of my open mouth noises recommending this book:

book cover: The Waking Engine by David Edison

…Because it’s delightful. This is written by a man who knows how to craft language the way a skilled chef bakes a gourmet pastry. It is by turns mournful, heartwarming, suspenseful, intriguing, and then it takes a running start at disturbing and a flying leap into full-on fucked-up, and every word of this roller coaster ride is vivid, gorgeous prose. Full disclosure: i work for a subdivision of the publishing company of this book, i received an ARC, and i have such an enormous stupid slobbery puppy crush on the author that we’re in hair doll territory:

If you’re reading this, though, you probably know that one of the things i do on a regular basis is send rejections for good stories by people i like. So if i say this is a work of goddamned art, i at least honestly believe that it’s a work of goddamned art. Read the first chapter and see for yourself.

I also took more photos with/of friends, but that will just get repetitive,  you probably don’t know them anyway, and they may not like the photos and subsequently run to Carlie for advice on how to properly dispose of me.

So i’ll end with this: I may not find California a suitable place for year-round habitation (too hot!), but i do like visiting, especially when it’s 65 degrees out and i can laugh at all the natives walking around in puffy ski jackets. Dude, seriously. Ski jackets.

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Oops.
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my face all biffed up and looking sheepish about how it got that way

Gravity is a harsh mistress.

I reserve the right to make up extravagant lies which are infinitely less embarrassing than what actually happened. These lies may or may not involved tentacles. And over-sized blades. Like this!

(If you can’t see it, it’s here.)

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Oh no she di-in’t….
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photo: my pit bull mix Briar covered in feathers

… I’m starting to see why Seamus refers to her as “emergency food.”

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pit bull vs. box
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photo: my pit bull Hanzo chewing a box photo: my pit bull Hanzo chewing a box photo: my pit bull Hanzo chewing a box photo: my pit bull Hanzo chewing a box

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…And it ended with STORIES eyebrows
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Tonight I gave a Copic marker demonstration to my friend Chrissy, who got several markers for Christmas. That was totally fun… we scribbled for hours. And ate cookies.

fabulous pencil portraits of Spencer Ellsworth and Cory Skerry

Her husband, who is my VPXIV classmate, fellow Pride of Liars member, and partner in crime Spencer, drew a portrait of me, and i in turn drew a portrait of him.*

Copic marker sketch of a cartoony dude's head

Playing with cool and warm colors as light and shadow, as well as checking out value and blending styles. blah blah blah scribbletalk blah

copic markers and watercolor - some weird spider lady

I miss my scanner. This looks so much better in real life.

Also, this week i have 1) interviewed for a part-time job i would looove and 2) submitted the first short story i’ve finished since last summer, currently entitled “Blue Kisses.” I’ve mostly been working on novels, but this was worth taking a break. It’s about a high schooler whose mom is a monster hunter, and when he sneaks out to do some monster hunting of his own, he finds the cemetery at night both scarier and sexier than he expected.

Yeah, i said the cemetery was sexy. Have you SEEN my trite black eyeliner? You should expect this out of me by now. Look:

photo: plunderpuss with "stories" written in where his eyebrow used to be

I was a goth in high school, and some things, like periodically shaving our stupid eyebrows, are sort of mandatory or we lose our club card.

 

* We used our left hands, but i thought it was funnier to leave that out, at least at first.

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