State of My Universe Address
Jan. 22nd, 2004 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseLife is good.
It is good because Elvis Costello wrote the words:
Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal
Now he's counting the hinges and watching the door handle.
Life is good because winter refreshes the soul even if I can't always bicycle:
Our tenant has found a place for February 1 which means that we will have the whole of our house to bounce around in starting a week from next Sunday. I will miss her and her son and I think we'll have them down for tea and cake the day before they leave. Her son, who is nine now, has never known another house in his life.
Meanwhile, I'm out of the office today and I'm about to do an hour of inking on my four-page comic. I'm learning a lot in the process and remembering to be forgiving to myself. I'm not used to making sequential drawings that all have to work together and there are a shitload of variables to balance.
Lying in bed and thinking at 6 a.m., I began to realize that the big science fiction comic may not be ready to go yet. It may need another year of brewing in my head. Instead, I may go ahead with an older story about experimental musicians in Toronto struggling to make their noise heard. It's all very real and down to earth. Well, actually, there are also visitors from outer space in it... but they're humans. Most of them. In any case, I know the whole story, it's plot points, its characters and how it ends which gives it a good leg up on the other story which is a murder mystery for which I have no victim or motive yet.
After I ink this morning, I begin work on a fast music job for a play my sister is directing at her high school. I employed my father's old rule: when you don't want a job, ask a very high price. Then, if you don't get it, GREAT! And if you get it, GREAT! As long as I discipline myself to do the job in two days, I'll make a good hourly on it.
I wish everyone peace in their hearts today. Go out and enjoy the big fat snowflakes. Except you guys in Texas. You go, uh, enjoy a taco or something.
It is good because Elvis Costello wrote the words:
Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal
Now he's counting the hinges and watching the door handle.
Life is good because winter refreshes the soul even if I can't always bicycle:
Our tenant has found a place for February 1 which means that we will have the whole of our house to bounce around in starting a week from next Sunday. I will miss her and her son and I think we'll have them down for tea and cake the day before they leave. Her son, who is nine now, has never known another house in his life.
Meanwhile, I'm out of the office today and I'm about to do an hour of inking on my four-page comic. I'm learning a lot in the process and remembering to be forgiving to myself. I'm not used to making sequential drawings that all have to work together and there are a shitload of variables to balance.
Lying in bed and thinking at 6 a.m., I began to realize that the big science fiction comic may not be ready to go yet. It may need another year of brewing in my head. Instead, I may go ahead with an older story about experimental musicians in Toronto struggling to make their noise heard. It's all very real and down to earth. Well, actually, there are also visitors from outer space in it... but they're humans. Most of them. In any case, I know the whole story, it's plot points, its characters and how it ends which gives it a good leg up on the other story which is a murder mystery for which I have no victim or motive yet.
After I ink this morning, I begin work on a fast music job for a play my sister is directing at her high school. I employed my father's old rule: when you don't want a job, ask a very high price. Then, if you don't get it, GREAT! And if you get it, GREAT! As long as I discipline myself to do the job in two days, I'll make a good hourly on it.
I wish everyone peace in their hearts today. Go out and enjoy the big fat snowflakes. Except you guys in Texas. You go, uh, enjoy a taco or something.
