Friday, October 31, 2008

NaNo?

No.

Not this year.

I did it last year and had a great time. Didn't hit 50,000 until after the end of the month (it was about two weeks or so after), but I still enjoyed the experience. Helped silence the Inner Editor and let me vomit on paper. ("Brain vomit," as my Wife and I like to call it.) Anything I was missing, any bit of info I didn't have, I just made a note in the manuscript.

When scenes weren't flowing right because the Inner Editor kept saying "No, that wouldn't happen like that," I muzzled him and went stream of consciousness. Just wrote out what was supposed to happen in that scene. I'd fix it in revisions.

Missing a name for a secondary character? Just type "Mr. Guy." Fix it later.

Very freeing.

But not for me this year.

To all those who are participating--good luck!

Very Cool

I recently received emails inviting me to audition for a couple of VA projects.

Sweet.

Recorded the auditions and sent them off.

Now we wait and see what happens...

Happy Halloween!


Everyone dress up and overdose on candy!

I'm planning to dress up. I may even share a pic of Costumed Me in an upcoming post.

I leave you with this awesome pumpkin design:


May the Gourd be with you.


Spooky house pic borrowed from here.
Death Star pic borrowed from
here.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Target Shooting

From an old segment of Attack of the Show.



Friggin' hilarious...

(Interestingly enough, the link to AOTS shows the video is no longer available there but is cross-posted at Gizmodo)

Comic Books and Me

I'll admit it. I like comic books.

I wouldn't say I'm a zealous fan. But I do like to read them.

I have also come to the conclusion that, as much as I like them, I can't make them.

Oh, I can write a comic book. I've done it.

But I can't write and draw. That's the kicker.

My skills aren't that good. They're passable. But not the quality that I'd like them to be, and I believe that's where I get hung up.

So I start a comic project. Then stop. Start one. Then stop.

I've done that four times over the span of several years. Each time I begin I think "Okay, this time, I'll actually go through until the end."

And it doesn't happen.

Maybe it's a bad thing to compare myself with artists I admire. Maybe that's my problem.

But I think my draftsmanship just isn't developed enough to warrant another go. And the learning curve would be rather steep at this point.

On the other hand, the writing part never lets up. Even as I struggle with perspective, figure work, and object rendering, I'm miles ahead in the script department. When one fully drawn page took me 10+ hours, the script for a 22-page issue took far less time.

Every comic project. One page of art = long ass time. 22 pages of script = not as long.

Seems to be telling me something.

Stick with the writing.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Back On The Mic

Now that my Wife and I are officially out of the old place and into the new, we have begun unpacking the rest of the boxes that are stacked around the House.

Last week, I set up the office, both computers, and Intarw3bz connections and about mid-week, finally finished setting up my recording gear. Okay, so it's not a lot of recording gear--just a USB mic and my portable sound booth (a comic half-box lined with acoustic foam)--but I had to make sure it was set up in a good spot near the 'puter so that I could easily work it and Audacity.

With that done, I finally had a chance to sit down and record lines for shows that had been pending since the move. The leftover and new GAIA lines were done and sent. As were STAR RABBIT and a short bit on ROBOTZ. TWIN STARS is up next to record. And that should bring us up to date by the end of October.

What's nice about theLair's new location: it's a house.

We are no longer in apartment country. Which means no neighbors above, below, and on either side. That translates to being able to record after 9pm without fear of disturbing the neighbors.

Also, no more facing the parking lot and having various people pull up with their car stereos turned up to rock concert levels. Talk about a pain in the ass. You're there recording a perfectly good take and all of a sudden, someone pulls up, bass thumping.

Take goes down the toilet.

Then you have to wait a millenia before they leave.

No more.

I can recording in relative peace and quiet.

It's great.

Beware of Trolls...

Riffing off of my previous post on the writing thing...

I came across this gem from Greg Rucka's blog.

A very familiar story to me. The chain of events in my case are a bit different, but the essentials remain the same: there are some folks who cannot fathom this sort of pursuit and try to steer you to what they think you should do.

Worse than well-meaning friends doing it to you--well-meaning relatives. You know the ones. Good ol' Uncle Harry scoffing when you tell him you want to be a writer* and he tells you, "Why don't you get a real job?"

And when you do stand your ground to those same relatives and tell them you are a writer and they say, "No, you work at Such-and-Such Company."

Chaps my hide.

I always want to tell them to fuck off give them the One-Fingered Salute.


*Or actor. Or dancer. Or musician. Or singer. Or rock star. Or anything creative and artistic.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The New Project

As I mentioned previously, the new project is a web serial.

Kat and Mouse: Guns For Hire.

Near-future noir and action-adventure with babes, blades, and bullets.

I'm taking three short stories and one novella and offering it as a weekly serial starting in December.

I've already converted the first short story as three installments. Those are ready to go.

I'm currently converting the novella. So far, I've converted 11 installments, now ready to go. Based on the work I've done so far, it's looking like 20+ installments for the whole thing. I figure somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 - 25 installments

So far, that's 14 weeks of installments ready to go, putting me in the middle of next March.

I plan to finish off the novella conversion in the next few weeks. Then it'll be time to work on converting the other two shorts.

So far, so good.

Cool Future-y Stuff

This is faboo. Makes me think of Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon.

Here's my favorite:
And if you're really dying to get yourself an honest to goodness raygun, Dr. Grordbort can help you out.

For instance, this little number:
It's the F.M.O.M. INDUSTRIES Wave Disrupter Gun. Something for the stylish yet armed space adventurer.

And now, someeye candy:
Niiiiiice.

Isn't that just a beautiful gun?

(Oh--and the woman's pretty, too...)

Friday, October 24, 2008

Hearing Voices...

Since I've admitted I'm a writer, I need to add the other half of my Artistic Hyphenate.

I am a Voice Actor.

You know--funny character voices. Like Mel Blanc (Bugs, Daffy, etc). Rob Paulsen (Yakko Warner). Pat Fraley (Krang). Those guys.

It all got started when I would make up voices for the NPCs in my campaigns. (As in D&D campaigns. Yes, I freely admit geekery.) Two goblin guards would sound like a couple of gangsters. The goblin leader as Don Corleone. The former mercenary-turned village blacksmith as Sean Connery.

A friend said, "You should do voices for cartoons."

'Nuff said. I went and found me some classes.

Now, I've done a number of audio drama podcasts. With more to come.

Nothing paid yet.

But I'm working on that...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Scribblings (I)

"So you're a writer," you say. "What have you written?"

The answer is here.

Up that same alley, I will now announce a new project being readied for launch.

A web fiction serial.

That's right.

Weekly installments. Continuing adventures. Starting this December. December 15th to be exact.

It'll be my tribute to Xena, Buffy, and Gunsmith Cats.

So far, I'm about 10 weeks in, all pretty solidly written, giving me a pretty decent posting buffer. There may be some last minute tweaks prior to each new installment but nothing too huge--mostly cosmetic (typos and the like).

I'm rather excited about this new venture and can't wait to roll it out.

Stay tuned for more.

Spider Jerusalem Rules!

If you haven't heard of it, go out now and pick up a copy.

Transmetropolitan will be the best thing you will have ever read in your life.

Writer Warren Ellis and artist Darick Robertson chronicle the adventures of outlaw journalist Spider Robinson as he wages a crusade against corruption and the abuse of powers by two presidents.

Irreverent, politically incorrect, and often anti-social, Spider and his "filthy assistants" kick ass and take names.

The full 60 issue run has been collected in 10 graphic novels. Begin with volume one, Back On The Street.

Go. Read it. Now.

You'll enjoy yourself.

I promise.

Can't Escape It

No. I can't

I've tried a few times in the past but it's always come back.

"It" is "writing." Specifically, fiction writing. More specifically, SF/Fantasy writing.

I recently took a step back from it all. For several months prior, I was in a phase of writing and submitting. I got to a point where I had a few stories making the rounds at various markets.

In writing "how-to" books, they always advise that the best way to stop worrying about your submissions was to get started on a new story. But no new stories were bubbling up for me to write. It felt like I couldn't write more until one of the circulating stories found a home. When that happened, it would free up a spot somewhere in my mental writing area that would allow the next tale to emerge from the subconscious depths.

Also, I kept wracking my brain (and begging my Muse*) to come up with stories that were getting published in the mags that I was reading (Asimov's and F&SF).

No go there.

Actually, I take it back. There was a go. But they were hints of stories, fun little yarns that begged spinning, but likely not for the mags.

So around February of this year, I took a step back and focused on another arena (more on this later).

Around mid-August, my Muse tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Back to work, bud. And this time, you're gonna do it my way."**

As I mentioned at the beginning: I can't escape.

Honestly, I don't think I want to.


*My Muse is actually a committee. I call them The Peanut Gallery. They are Sean, Anne, Herman, and Derf.

**More on this soon. I promise.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Memories Are Made Of This

(No, I'm not going to sing Dean Martin...)

Wil Wheaton posted this on his blog yesterday.

Back down Memory Lane. Thanks, Wil. I now have the warm fuzzies just thinking about it.

I Survive...

(No, I won't bust out with some Gloria Gaynor...)

I just survived moving AND fighting off a nasty Bug. ("Would you like to know more?")

Now it's a matter of settling in at The Lair's new location. The office and computers are all up and working. So are the desks and "media" cabinet (TV, DVD, VCR--yes, I'm still using videotapes. Shut up.)

The next few days will probably be spent digging goodies out of boxes and making the house a bit more liveable.

At the very least, our cats have calmed down some.

Welcome!

Greetings, one and all.

I finally decided to start a general blog, one in which I can spout off on various and sundry topics. A place for my brain droppings, if you will.

Moo hoo ha ha.

Just a little bit about writing and fiction. A little bit about my voice acting.

A little bit of this. A little bit of that.

A little bit country. A little bit rock and roll.

Heh.

(you've been warned...)