Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Pre-Holiday Doldrums...


Finally, a November day with white, rainy skies. This is one of the perfect days. Well, it could be a touch colder, but I’m not that picky. There’s very beautiful light easing through the windows. It’s a gentle light that seems to pause just before touching everything in the room. It’s a very polite light.

So, I’m inspired today. But the holidays are working against me. Sure, I’ll get my comic done for my Timothy Decker website and I’ll put a few hours work into the random drawings on my desk, but there’s far too much to do in order to get on the road tomorrow evening and drive to PA and then blow through three days of craziness and a lot more driving before coming home on Sunday. Thanksgiving is a deceptively short holiday and tends to sucker people into over-planning what they can get done. It quickly loses its vacation appeal and becomes a mess of seeing this person or that person and having event piled on event piled on event. And then it’s Monday and everyone is miserable. One of these days I’ll have to extend my Saying No to Everything behavior to the Thanksgiving long weekend and see how that works out.

But I’m not really getting much done beyond reorganizing my art supplies in the wake of months of witch book drawing and the addition of the new flat filing cabinets. You wouldn’t think it would take weeks to clear up what would seem to be such a little mess, but it’s a lot harder than you would imagine when you can’t put anything anywhere for fear of bugs or because the shelves that you need are not actually assembled. Suddenly, any flat surface becomes a staging area. And then you have to orchestrate which staging area has priority over others. Without fail, something I needed or wanted was at the bottom of a stack of things I should just throw away. Or I’d only find half of a project… the other half is… somewhere? I don’t like to operate like that. However, slowly, things are coming together. The bookshelves are all organized and clean and, knock on wood, book lice free. Half of the flat files are up and running, which holds most of my real work. I haven’t labeled anything yet because nothing is in its permanent location, so despite the fact that all my materials are now protected and bug free, I really don’t know exactly where anything is. Fortunately, the drawers open on nice, silent ball bearings so I don’t feel too bad about having to open each one just to find what I’m looking for… wow this is a boring post.

So, progress. I just sent all the high resolution scans of the illustrations for the punk book off to my art director. That might actually mean that, as far as the visual aspects of this book go, that I’m done. And it only took seven years. As far as the punk book goes, I’m turning my attention to making one or two book trailers to put on my various websites and youtube. Will anyone look at it? I have no idea. But if I don’t make it, then I’m 100% certain that they won’t. And what’s the point of that? And what’s the point of having a fancy laptop if I don’t use it to make a silly book trailer? So, that’s my goal for December. Obviously, my devoted fans and blog stalkers will get the first opportunity to see whatever nonsense I come up with. Part of the fun of making a book trailer is recording music for it. Yep, we’re getting the band back together. More on that later, after I have a few weeks to work though the embarrassment of being a 37 year old wanker who wants to write crappy punk rock songs about geology, biogeography and its effects on speciation and such. The only thing I’ll say is that we have brand new “used” 4 track recorders and we’re not afraid to use them. If we can find blank tapes. (One of the cool parts of living in the slightly impoverished part of the JC is that I can walk into a store and buy blank tapes. It’s almost like living in a Third World country without having to exchange your currency.)

Off to draw then drive then eat then sleep then drive and back to drawing. At least there will be some apple pie involved with the whole mess. That might make up for all the crazy.

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