Did I mention I don’t like my drawing teacher?

So, I’ll freely admit that last week I spent a whole lot of time writing my novel, and not much time working on developing my final project for Drawing class. I did spend some time on it though, and I feel that I improved the intensity, emotion, composition, value, and generally moved more in the direction I wanted to go, well within the guidelines of the written assignment and my own personal artistic sensibilities.

Marc, my Drawing teacher, at first tried to simply dismiss my newer image as though it weren’t there, and was disappointed because I hadn’t done anything with the image he saw in last week’s class. I tried to point out the new image I’d made, and while he didn’t say outright that he didn’t like it, I asked him if he didn’t like it and he agreed. Then we tried to discuss that I felt the new image was better, or what he didn’t like about it, and he ended up basically telling me that I was creating art for all the wrong reasons, and I may as well as be mowing my yard if I’m going to do art the way I’ve always been doing it and want to continue doing it. And I had been slowly growing upset, and I’m sure it was visible, because he asked me if I was angry, and if so, would I please go take a break, so I told him I was angry and went to calm down.

I don’t know when the last time I got so upset was. I wasn’t really all that upset, I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t have said or raise my voice or lash out, but I solidified in my mind that I really don’t like Marc. When I went to calm down, I basically was just reminding myself that making Marc happy with what I do is only important as far as his happiness or unhappiness with my work relates to my ability to take the next class. I’m going to school because I’m an artist and I want to increase my skill and experience by studying classical techniques and new materials. The classes I’m most interested in taking have “core” classes as prerequisites, which is Drawing 1, 2D Design, 3D Design, and Color. I’m hoping to take the other two next semester, and from then on all my classes will really be directly related to teaching me the skills and techniques and use of materials that I want to know. Hopefully that will help.

Did I mention that drawing has almost nothing to do with what I want to do? To a certain extent, yes, I do drawings for comics, and the things I’ll learn in “life drawing” classes in a couple of years will be helpful in porperly representing the human form in any medium, and will draw on the basic skills one typically gets in regular Drawing classes. Yes, I had to make some rough sketches recently so I could properly visualize features of the world my novel was taking place in, but I didn’t break out the charcoal powder or the kneaded eraser or the paper stumps, I didn’t go through a series of peer-reviewed iterations where someone else’s design choices overrode my own vision, and if I do end up creating a presentable version to include with the novel I still won’t do those things.

I know, I know, I’m not being realistic, I’m not thinking about the “real world” where other people DO get to influence my designs, even to the extent of what materials I use, because they pay my paycheck. Which is why I’m mostly not looking for any work that requires “design”. And why I may have quite a bit of trouble making a living as an artist, “breaking in”. I know how the business world works and can mostly work with it; I don’t want my art to be that way.

Me and my big head. Wanting to stand by my values while creating my own art.

Please apply and stuff

I want to apply for this job, if only because the HR person thought that “& stuff” belonged in their ad. Except they don’t have an email address for me to send my resume to, and I don’t have a fax machine… drat.

MarketingTOYS! TOYS! TOYS!The nation’s largest test market co. set for 2 year expansion looking for people to have fun with other company’s toys & stuff. $400 per wk. Call Lisa Williams 602-273-7228, Fax 602-273-7468.

Source – Arizona Republic – Phoenix

What do you think?

Forlorn – The First Draft

Okay, I did it. I put my “completed” NaNoWriMo novel, Forlorn online.

First, I need to tell you that in order to fully appreciate it, you will need to have the Androcles or Ghoti fonts installed on your computer. They is available for download at http://demeyere.com/Shavian/. When you get to Chapter 16, if you do not have either font installed, you will not have the full experience. Of course, in a final printed or PDF version this will not be an issue, but for now just grab the font.

Second, this is just the first, roughest draft. Things are sure to change as I re-write and re-re-write it. Like, I’m sure the Dinotopia reference will be replaced by something not owned by someone alive. I am going to carefully re-read the first edition of Peter Pan to be sure that any references I make are derived from that public domain work, not other derivative works or versions that may be copyrighted by companies such as Disney. I’d also like to expand certain sections, add an end, and further clarify a lot of the technologies in the second half. Oh, and do a set of illustrations and cleaned-up maps to go with it.

Oh, and … maybe add a plot.

But if you have problems with it, or suggestions, or feedback of any kind, it’s still welcome. Just keep in mind it’s a first draft. Thank you, and enjoy.

It’s finally "over"

Well, I got to 50,000 words around 9:30PM on November 30th, well before the midnight deadline. I even wrote a couple hundred more words, just to be sure the official wordcount would validate me properly, then I uploaded my “novel” to the site for the wordcount (after which it was promptly deleted, I am told), got my certificate (a pdf file I will print out just as soon as I buy a new black ink cartridge for my printer) and my NaNoWriMo winner logo (now featured on the front page of ME) and … uhhh… oh yeah. Then I went through and put together a few excerpts from the novel for my NaNoWriMo profile which got frozen at midnight. So that’s it, it’s over, right?

Except that the point in the story I was at at 50,000 words wasn’t a stopping place. It’s not over. I think I left off in the middle of a conversation. Wait, I just went and looked, and the last words in the document are “and he was glad that it was over for now.” How about that? Oh, and I guess it’s 50,112 words. I wrote somewhere in the neighborhood of 77,777 words in November, and that only counts what I wrote for the novels I was trying to get done. It looks like I wrote something a little over 9,000 words here on FYTH. I have no way of tracking how many words I wrote in letters I sent out this month. If I learned anything from writing over 50,000 words in one week, it was that I should never have stopped writing all those years ago. I have a lot of really good, really interesting ideas in me, and they want to get out. I’m going to finish this novel, polish it up, and start sending it to publishers. Then I’m going to get to work doing the research to get the other books I started finished and polished and send them out to publishers, too. Then in May I’m going to do MeNoWriMo again.

So, what do you think? Should I post my novel, as is, on the website for all to read? I determined somewhere around 45,000 words that there might be a problem with the novel I was writing; there is no conflict in it. The characters didn’t overcome insurmountable odds or learn some valuable lesson or even manage to stay in the same genre throughout the course of the novel. It isn’t about two people meeting for the first time and falling in love, and it isn’t set in some famous historical period, and it isn’t funny or scary or dramatic. You won’t learn some valuable moral lesson reading it, or have anything to figure out about who killed who, or how everything is going to turn out. Right now, there’s not even really an ending, let alone a twist ending.

Still, you might like reading it. I’ll see about putting it together to post, if you’d like. Just say the word.

What’s slowing you down?

“Hey, Teel! I noticed your rate of novel-writing has slowed down in the last few hours. Is it because it’s so late?”

“No, I’m high in caffeine. It seems to be keeping my hands typing as fast as they know how, and my creativity is way up, too!”

“So what’s slowing you down? You haven’t even written 10,000 words tonight. You’ve barely written over 7,000 words, and you’ve been working for the last eight hours straight! You keep saying you can type 1,000-2,000 words an hour, you should have at least 8,000 words done, and up to 16,000, right?”

“Well, my characters came to a city I invented that I had to research for a while on the internet, and -“

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense. If you were just making the city up, there was no need to look online for information you’d imagined anyway!”

“I know that. Anyway, that and posting about that took about a half an hour. Then when I got back to the story, I find out that the characters are in a city where a different alphabet is used, and the city is layed out in a way that I had to draw a color-coded map for myself to understand it. Then the mayor of the city was trying to explain it all to my main characters, only one of which knows this other alphabet. Which meant that the other character, Tink, couldn’t read any of the signs or really make much sense of the explanation of the layout of the city.”

“So, there’s a cultural block slowing misunderstanding for the character. What does that have to do with you writing slower?”

“I know both alphabets, but I type much slower in the one they use in this new city. So I was having to switch back and forth between fonts and alphabets to express things the Mayor was saying and the labels on the map, and it was slowing me down. Take a look at what part of a sample paragraph from this section looks like:”

Stupid phonetic alphabet!

“You know you’re crazy, right? You could have just said the stuff was in another alphabet and simpy described Tink’s confusion. You didn’t need to actually invent another alphabet and start typing in it.”

“I didn’t invent the alphabet. It was invented something like a hundred years ago to honor George Bernard Shaw. I don’t know how the residents of Skythia got ahold of it as their standard alphabet, but I’m sure the Mayor will explain it soon.”

“Crazy. You realize you’re typing out a conversation with yourself, right. There’s no one else here.”

“I also realize that I’m about to go try to sleep for a couple of hours, pumped full of caffeine.”

“Crazy.”