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Heavenly Bride Scenes And Wotnot

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Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

Ever wonder what Heavenly Bride’s Mercy Academy looks like?

Yeah. Me too.

Well, I’m at a point in the story where I can condone taking time to figure it out. So for my Easter Sunday that’s what I did. I built one of the outside faces of the Mercy Academy.

It wasn’t easy because Charlie is having one of his yearly hardware failures. (We’ve narrowed it down to the motherboard, but alas it is an expense that will have to wait.) Still I fought past system freezes and various reboots to get it done. It had to be done. Here it is:

mercy sample

And then I had to set about to taking this image and using it as a backdrop for the setting of the next page. Yeah, sure, I could just use the set you just saw but even when Charlie is at his prime that would be a lot of work for him. outerfieldSo we condense and copy, and build, and we have manageable files.

The set needs a bit of tweaking. And a big tree (which I somehow have to buy). But it’s almost ready. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to resume page making though. Charlie’s in such a bad way a tiny 400 pixel wide picture took him 3 hours to render.

But this is this and that is that. And now you have a better idea of where Taus spends her days.

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365 days to go

Country-fried
A year ago today as I lay growing weaker from trying to birth a baby that was too large and simply stuck, my husband gripped my left arm. He leaned down in my face very briefly and growled, "If you lose this baby..." I couldn't feel his fingers in my arm because I was in too much pain and simply getting too weak to push anymore. He was gone in an instant and the nurses and doctors were there trying to free my little son. To them it was like that second never happened. They probably never even noticed.

And yet somehow people always assumed I was the abusive one. I guess it really does pay to come from a family with money, even if it's not much.

Years later he taught both of our children to call me Kat and their new stepmother "Mom".

Years after that the kids called me Mom when he wasn't around and their next new stepmom was "Mom". And she would do things that always puzzled me. I'd wear my hair one way. A week later she was imitating it. I wrote books. She started writing books. I dyed my hair magenta. She dyed her hair magenta. When she finally broke free of her insecurity enough to stop trying to imitate me, she also got snarky and unfriendly despite my years of trying to be a friend.

So it goes.

So today is my son's 21st birthday. Okay. I don't come from a background where we make phone calls just for special occasions. (Apparently neither does my ex, who would only call his daughter for her birthday on HIS birthday. That sad part about that is I'm so acclimatized to the situation it took the observation of a friend to make me notice that.) And there's nothing to talk about anymore, after what the kids did to me last year. I've been sitting here reflecting on it since my daughter's birthday last month.

Once upon a time, starting tomorrow, I would have started a year long quest to find the perfect gifts for both of them. They never realized how I was always paying attention while not seeming to pay attention. They're too young to figure out that's why they often exclaimed, "How did she know?" or "I can't believe I got this!" They probably never will.Their environment isn't conducive for it. See, there are people who always call for birthdays and Christmas. To them the deeper things aren't worth paying attention to.

I personally would rather my phone be silent in December.

No. I don't have the kids in my life anymore to pay silent attention to. If they wanted to come back I couldn't trust them. It's one thing to grow up and move away. It's another thing to slander your parents, refuse even the food they serve, and use your lies to manipulate everyone in their life to help you "run away" at age 18. How long until they backstabbed me again and ran to "Mom" and delegated me back to "Kat" and "unworthy"? How long until the one starts telling everyone what an abusive person I am for working so hard to feed her? Or wanting the dishes washed? Or how I never spend time with them while telling me they don't want to do the things I can do? Or what a monster I am for being sick so much? OR.. oh.. I can't remember the rest of the bullshit. Just. No. No thank you. This year I gave them the treatment they seem to prefer: material gain. Their father taught them well I guess. They got a pathetic gift card I ordered off the internet. I didn't even hand sign the envelope. I had the company do it all for me.

My biggest concern as I sent out my son's card was that he wouldn't get it. He shares his father's first name, and when he went to live with his father the first thing he and the newer stepmother did was change his name. He's not called by his middle name anymore; the name his father chose and we used together. He's called by his first name.

I was just as concerned when we cancelled the shared bank account we had with my youngest last month and I sent her cash in an envelope. We cancelled it because she kept trying to drain the last bit out of it to spend. She doesn't have a job, so what complaints she has about the life she chose says that filter to me. And bouncing checks is, believe it or not, a crime. So.. the money was taken out, we were cleared of her bad choices, and I sent her what was hers. But I wonder if she ever got it.

And I'm not even sorry to say this. When their older sister was four, their grandfather entrusted us with her college savings. The savings was cashed without me knowing it. Spent without me knowing it. I to this day do not know where the money went. So. If my son doesn't get his card, then it's recorded here. I at least sent it.

I'm not sure why I sent the cards. I considered not making contact at all, l but I felt guilty. I could hear the world idiots now: I'm abusive, for not giving the children material gain, for not wanting to be hurt again. For wanting them to learn the consequences of their actions and become better people. What a monster I am.

Well. I'm still having them written plainly and clearly out of the will. I'll send them a card. They don't deserve to gain from my death, especially considering they don't care if I live or die. If I had a third child that still loved me, that child would become the sole beneficiary. But I don't have any heirs at all.

Not a one.

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3D mermaid tail for Cookie?

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

Cross-posted from the Apocalypse shop.

Katrina speaking here; one half of this shop’s administrative team.

Part of this shop’s proceeds go to support my comic endeavors. As I’m planning a good amount of my future to deal in 3D, I’ve been having to make objects and learn things I never expected to learn. Of course I prefer to buy, because I’m more worried about the storytelling than I am the object creating, but sometimes I hit an obstacle.

There’s a story I’m planning I intend to call Blue Moon. I’m miles away from it as I’ve only just started getting ready for it, and I’ve other projects that need my attention. It’s a mermaid story and the model I’ve planned to use, it turns out, didn’t have a mermaid tail. I was shocked. Everything in fantasy has a mermaid tail, or wings at least. But not this one. So I had to start learning to make a mermaid tail.

This takes a lot of time. What I have decided to do to help bolster things is to offer some things I make in the shop. They may not be the best made objects, but they’ll be done to my best. And proceeds will help the making of what they’re created for.

So here’s a preview of the mermaid tail I’m making for Blue Moon. It’s a mermaid tail for Littlefox’s Cookie figure. There will also be one for Cookie’s husband, Chip. Currently it’s only rigged for DAZ and has a bit of a way to go. Fitting it to the figure takes a bit of know how so that I’ll have to include usage instructions, but I’m doing the best I can durnit…. I hear there’s a way to export it out for Poser and have it work right, but I don’t have Poser and am not ready for that phase just yet. Anyway. Coming soon, if all goes well. The other half of the administrative team has dubbed the set in the making “Fish and Chips”. So. Cookies N Chips.

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Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

It is11970876821491823388johnny_automatic_ox.svg.hi[1] said that the love of money is the root of all evil.

I can grok that.

So I’ve been watching the Bundy rancher situation. You know, the situation where this rancher was grazing his cows on “public land” as his father and his grandfather did before him. And how the government wanted a huge fine for such public land use. (Public land can only be used if you PAY for it. It’s yours after all!) And how they swooped in with helicopters, military men, trucks, and barricades to take Bundy’s cows. And how a bunch of American people waged a large protest against this matter. And how the BLM finally backed down yesterday, saying they would let Bundy graze his cattle and have his cows back.

My thoughts on this thing have went, in order:

  1. Bundy. Isn’t that the serial killer?
  2. K. He’s a rancher who owes fines and should pay them. I don’t necessarily agree with the fines ,but we know how the government is.
  3. Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s kind of sad. His ancestors were sent out there to steal the land from the local natives and populate it. Now that they’re done, the government is stealing it back.
  4. K. There used to be 57 ranchers in his area and the regulations he is currently fighting with have shut down all of them. Except him. This is more serious than people realize.
  5. They’re stealing his cows what??
  6. Damn straight those cowboys need to go in and steal those cows back.
  7. Damn straight the BLM needs to back down and give his cows back.
  8. Damn straight the Bundy’s had better keep their guard up. The government is backing down PUBLICLY. We all know how the government is…..

The situation actually has had me kind of depressed in the past few days, watching it the way I have been doing. Reports I’ve found have been mainly through Alex Jones, who spins propaganda with the best of them, so I’ve taken the reports a little at a time. I’ve poked at things here and there and watched other reports from other places on the rare occasion I could find them.

It’s been depressing because my memories are quite clear on how things used to be before mandated car insurance. When walking around barefoot wasn’t a crime. And I’d spend just all day in the vanishing woods making tube rafts and playing Huckleberry Finn. When it was *okay* to be free. But people are really retarded these days. I mean, I was at our local farmer’s market a few months ago and it was raining. I kept slipping, so to preserve my weak ankles and bad back I took my shoes off. The slipping stopped. The glares began. And they were really stupid glares, too. I mean there I am standing outside on dirt at a farm with chickens in a pen over the way. You’re glaring at me over SHOES? We’re OUTSIDE! Why don’t you get your uppity ass back to your sterile environment and never leave there, bitch? Betting my immune system is healthier than yours. (mumble)

Someone pointed out to me on Facebook today that I should be aware that the BLM is trying to get money for fines the guy owes. And that money goes to reparations for the local tribes. I’m on the wrong side of this case!

No. See. I’m pretty sure I’m not. I did consider the people there. I also looked around myself. And I still look around myself.

Hasn’t anyone noticed we’re not allowed to do so much anymore? Are we that firmly distracted by our ipads and video games? There was a woman a few months ago that let her children play outside. She lived in a cul de sac so she didn’t think anything of the kids getting to play outside the way kids have been doing for generations.  Child care services took care of THAT before the day was over.

There was a man in Oregon who decided to be a bit more self sufficient – that thing the government claims they want from us. He was collecting the rain water that fell on his own properly for personal use. The government found out and blam. See, rain water in Oregon is public property. In case you haven’t figured it out yet “public” means everyone but you.

There was a woman in Florida who went 100% self sufficient. She was completely off the grid. Her clean looking house used rain water and she cooked on a grill. She had no need for these modern amenities. The news did a story on her. And the next day the city did an eviction notice. She’s fighting the matter in court now.

Who gives a flying FUCK about money when our freedoms are being taken away? I guarantee you my ancestors, when they lost their land, weren’t as worried about money as they were their freedom. That’s me saying this even though my tribe was one of the first to sell out. We sold out for peace, though. For not being another Wounded Knee. We were given land in land acts and then it was all taken away in 1972 or so when the government decided we weren’t Indian enough anymore. We were the first to cave in. We were invalidated as a result.

Closer to home, I watched things get taken away from my family. We were shrimpers you know. My father loved the river, loved the sea. We actually used to have okay money when I was a kid. And then regulation after regulation happened. Things got worse and worse until finally one day Dad couldn’t afford to captain his boat anymore. Our way of life is firmly over. We’ve been invalidated. As a matter of fact, you won’t find many small time shrimpers like Dad was anymore. Not in Fernandina Beach at any rate. We’ve been regulated out.

Oh, it was to save a turtle they claimed. It was to save this. It was to conserve that. But the more the regulations and taxes were levied the more we, as a family, came to realize what was really happening was the big boats were left standing. And small business – that American dream they don’t teach in schools anymore – fell to the wayside. It was never about saving some turtle. Especially since Dad always reached up his nets and saved the turtles and dolphins right away. You can do that when you’re a small shrimper.

Bundy’s way of life in his area is being regulated out. 57 ranchers. He’s the only one left. Whose cows are we going to eat when our ranchers are gone? Radioactive stuff from the East perhaps? Do some research on how the Japanese radioactive wave is still, to this day, leaking over here. And ask yourself, you sure you want radioactive milk? You sure you should be comfortable with the fact that even though the fish from Japan no longer meet safe levels of radioactive measure they still ship it in? And they raised the levels to make it okay? Why aren’t you upset? Why haven’t you put two and two together, and shook in some cancer for good measure?

I guess because you’re more worried about a pair of shoes in an outdoor market.

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Beating the Beatsheet

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

It’s another insomniac night for Yours Truly. Sometimes on nights like this I get a lot done. Other nights not so much because it really takes a lot of energy to draw stuff. I’ll look at what I gotta do. I’ll scroll the images up. I’ll scroll them down. I’ll wish I was sleeping.

Tonight is one of those anti-art nights. But the juices want to flow even though after a nice hot bath I’m ready to try sleeping again. I already wrote a filk to the tune of The Sounds of Silence in under an hour. (I’ll perform it someday, too.) I scrolled up, I scrolled down. Oh hell. I’ll do some character development for my novel, still as of yet unnamed.

So I opened up the beatsheet. And then I opened the character chart. A character chart is basically a questionnaire you fill out about your characters. It helps you to get to know them better, which is pretty important. Even minor characters deserve at least a little thought.

For example, there’s a scene where my main protagonist walks into an apothecary. The owner of the shop, whom the readers never meet, is a plump middle-aged woman with hair that doesn’t like to stay put. She was wearing yellow that day. She loves flowers and cats. And has a temper. Oh, boy does she have a temper. Watch out. She can also poison you to death and you won’t know it until a year after you’re dead.

What’s the point to all that? Oh, well, you never know. I may need to mention her in conversation or something. Or a more major character may have an event happen to them and I’ll need her. And it just helps make events more rounded. Maybe a ring this woman made comes to light after it kills the king or something. Who knows.

To my surprise the beatsheet for my main characters is done. The minor characters in my story I don’t feel I need to worry about them. My minor characters tend to float through and rarely leave an impression, even though I try really hard to write differently.

And I thought it would be a nice preview if I shared some of it here… it doesn’t contain spoilers. Just a list of folks that are involved. Kind of like a movie preview. This book has been in progress for a while now, but you know how it is. Survival is a meanie. We’re about to go through a lifestyle change. We’re hoping it will allow me to write closer to full time. And some swearing. I’m rarely serious when writing stuff like this.

  Alethea Asher Gavin Reginald Bookie Helena and Robert Hellsworth
role Protagonist/ Heroine Protagonist/Hero Protagonist/ Hero Supporting character/duped dummy Antagonist/ villain Supporting characters
sex Female Male Male Male Male Male and Female
Age 17 18 20 40 ageless 40-ish
place of birth Dark Amber Hellsworth Hellsworth Rome Hellsworth
place of residence Hellsworth Helmsworth Helmsworth The manor Seattle, Washington Hellsworth
height 5’4″ Who The Fuck cares
body type Bulky Muscular for a kid Lithe
hair Dark brown, curly Strawberry blonde Brown Black Brown
eyes Black Hazel Brown Nondescript Brown
skin Pale Ruddy Pale to olive Olive Olive
facial features freckles Bumply nose Look sculpted Shaven Purty
style Prefers boys clothing but will wear a dress if necessary Dirty Always looks like he just stepped out of a steampress He’s a butler. I mean, duh. They are a lord and lady and shall look as such all of the time even when having nightmares or walking the plank
education Homeschooled in the dark arts of transmitigation, lycanthropy, demonology and pizza pies. No, not really. He hates to read. Has the equivalent of a complete Jr. High education with particular interest in hawkery The Authentic English Butler Academy, graduate College level junk
peers When people figure out she’s her father’s daughter, they tend to avoid her and be extremely polite. Frequently shunned Loved by all, gets praised a lot. Has no peers. He’s a butler. Duh. But he was top of his class and well liked. They think he’s a stinky weak poo head for getting trapped in a book without even giving so much as a papercut. They are liked by their peers. The petty ones envy them.
family Mother died in childbirth. Father died while battling a runaway spell. Which goes to show you should never fall asleep with the cauldron running. Father is a chimney sweep. Mother is laundry maid. Two brothers, one sister. Mother and father are lords of Helmsworth. Younger sister that likes dolls. n/a Two children, Gaven and Sophia. Alathea is the only child to Helena’s close cousin who was raised as a sister.
occupation Witch All purpose chore boy The lord and heir to Helmsworth Butler Book Whatever lords and ladies do
Good witch or bad witch? Hasn’t decided yet Basically good but will break the law if it interests him Real good. And by the book. Asshole. Bad witch. They’re family
languages
personal identity Her father’s daughter He is comfortable with his lot in life. Knows he’s the heir and takes it for granted. Feels he is the family’s only true protector He’s a demon. I mean, duh. They’re still into each other after all these years
personality traits Timid but will fake being brave. Can be slightly indecisive but pretty much knows what she wants. Not good at keeping secrets. Keeps secrets because he forgets them within four minutes. Easy going, but will draw a line if the situation is going against his personal morality. Romantic, polite, knows how to turn a girl’s head, good with business, loves to hunt Acts snotty, hard to change his mind Bloodthirsty, Gives papercuts frequently, deceptive, but loyal once bound Both are quiet natured and love to sit outside and drink tea. The mother is often sad about her cousin and wishes to be closer to Alathea.
quirks Hates to lie. Will tell a sob story, though. But they’re not lies. They’re all true. Picks at his fingernails Loves gaming and hawkery Neat freak They keep their secrets
flaw Not a good liar. Forgetful Tends to put gaming first Judgmental Easily tricked by use of promises of new gilding (vain) The need to know bullshit
soft spot The book. Sappy, falls for sob stories Hawks The family. Libraries. Children
skill Magic Grunt work Business Buttling Magic Whatever lords and ladies do

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Beating the Beatsheet

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

It’s another insomniac night for Yours Truly. Sometimes on nights like this I get a lot done. Other nights not so much because it really takes a lot of energy to draw stuff. I’ll look at what I gotta do. I’ll scroll the images up. I’ll scroll them down. I’ll wish I was sleeping.

Tonight is one of those anti-art nights. But the juices want to flow even though after a nice hot bath I’m ready to try sleeping again. I already wrote a filk to the tune of The Sounds of Silence in under an hour. (I’ll perform it someday, too.) I scrolled up, I scrolled down. Oh hell. I’ll do some character development for my novel, still as of yet unnamed. So I opened up the beatsheet. And then I opened the character chart.

A character chart is basically a questionnaire you fill out about your characters. It helps you to get to know them better, which is pretty important. Even minor characters deserve at least a little thought. For example, there’s a scene where my main protagonist walks into an apothecary. The owner of the shop, whom the readers never meet, is a plump middle-aged woman with hair that doesn’t like to stay put. She was wearing yellow that day. She loves flowers and cats. And has a temper. Oh, boy does she have a temper. Watch out. She can also poison you to death and you won’t know it until a year after you’re dead.

What’s the point to all that? Oh, well, you never know. I may need to mention her in conversation or something. Or a more major character may have an event happen to them and I’ll need her. And it just helps make events more rounded. Maybe a ring this woman made comes to light after it kills the king or something. Who knows.

To my surprise the beatsheet for my main characters is done. The minor characters in my story I don’t feel I need to worry about them. My minor characters tend to float through and rarely leave an impression, even though I try really hard to write differently. And I thought it would be a nice preview if I shared some of it here… it doesn’t contain spoilers. Just a list of folks that are involved. Kind of like a movie preview.

This book has been in progress for a while now, but you know how it is. Survival is a meanie. We’re about to go through a lifestyle change. We’re hoping it will allow me to write closer to full time.

And some swearing. I’m rarely serious when writing stuff like this.

 

  Alethea Asher Gavin Reginald Bookie Helena and Robert Hellsworth
role Protagonist/ Heroine Protagonist/Hero Protagonist/ Hero Supporting character/duped dummy Antagonist/ villain Supporting characters
sex Female Male Male Male Male Male and Female
Age 17 18 20 40 ageless 40-ish
place of birth Dark Amber Hellsworth Hellsworth Rome Hellsworth
place of residence Hellsworth Helmsworth Helmsworth The manor Seattle, Washington Hellsworth
height 5’4″ Who The Fuck cares
body type Bulky Muscular for a kid Lithe
hair Dark brown, curly Strawberry blonde Brown Black Brown
eyes Black Hazel Brown Nondescript Brown
skin Pale Ruddy Pale to olive Olive Olive
facial features freckles Bumply nose Look sculpted Shaven Purty
style Prefers boys clothing but will wear a dress if necessary Dirty Always looks like he just stepped out of a steampress He’s a butler. I mean, duh. They are a lord and lady and shall look as such all of the time even when having nightmares or walking the plank
education Homeschooled in the dark arts of transmitigation, lycanthropy, demonology and pizza pies. No, not really. He hates to read. Has the equivalent of a complete Jr. High education with particular interest in hawkery The Authentic English Butler Academy, graduate College level junk
peers When people figure out she’s her father’s daughter, they tend to avoid her and be extremely polite. Frequently shunned Loved by all, gets praised a lot. Has no peers. He’s a butler. Duh. But he was top of his class and well liked. They think he’s a stinky weak poo head for getting trapped in a book without even giving so much as a papercut. They are liked by their peers. The petty ones envy them.
family Mother died in childbirth. Father died while battling a runaway spell. Which goes to show you should never fall asleep with the cauldron running. Father is a chimney sweep. Mother is laundry maid. Two brothers, one sister. Mother and father are lords of Helmsworth. Younger sister that likes dolls. n/a Two children, Gaven and Sophia. Alathea is the only child to Helena’s close cousin who was raised as a sister.
occupation Witch All purpose chore boy The lord and heir to Helmsworth Butler Book Whatever lords and ladies do
Good witch or bad witch? Hasn’t decided yet Basically good but will break the law if it interests him Real good. And by the book. Asshole. Bad witch. They’re family
languages
personal identity Her father’s daughter He is comfortable with his lot in life. Knows he’s the heir and takes it for granted. Feels he is the family’s only true protector He’s a demon. I mean, duh. They’re still into each other after all these years
personality traits Timid but will fake being brave. Can be slightly indecisive but pretty much knows what she wants. Not good at keeping secrets. Keeps secrets because he forgets them within four minutes. Easy going, but will draw a line if the situation is going against his personal morality. Romantic, polite, knows how to turn a girl’s head, good with business, loves to hunt Acts snotty, hard to change his mind Bloodthirsty, Gives papercuts frequently, deceptive, but loyal once bound Both are quiet natured and love to sit outside and drink tea. The mother is often sad about her cousin and wishes to be closer to Alathea.
quirks Hates to lie. Will tell a sob story, though. But they’re not lies. They’re all true. Picks at his fingernails Loves gaming and hawkery Neat freak They keep their secrets
flaw Not a good liar. Forgetful Tends to put gaming first Judgmental Easily tricked by use of promises of new gilding (vain) The need to know bullshit
soft spot The book. Sappy, falls for sob stories Hawks The family. Libraries. Children
skill Magic Grunt work Business Buttling Magic Whatever lords and ladies do

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Beating the Beatsheet

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

It’s another insomniac night for Yours Truly. Sometimes on nights like this I get a lot done. Other nights not so much because it really takes a lot of energy to draw stuff. I’ll look at what I gotta do. I’ll scroll the images up. I’ll scroll them down. I’ll wish I was sleeping.

Tonight is one of those anti-art nights. But the juices want to flow even though after a nice hot bath I’m ready to try sleeping again. I already wrote a filk to the tune of The Sounds of Silence in under an hour. (I’ll perform it someday, too.) I scrolled up, I scrolled down. Oh hell. I’ll do some character development for my novel, still as of yet unnamed. So I opened up the beatsheet.

A beatsheet is basically a questionnaire you fill out about your characters. It helps you to get to know them better, which is pretty important. Even minor characters deserve a beatsheet or at least a little thought. For example, there’s a scene where my main protagonist walks into an apothecary. The owner of the shop, whome the readers never meet, is a plump middle-aged woman with hair that doesn’t like to stay put. She was wearing yellow that day. She loves flowers and cats. And has a temper. Oh, boy does she have a temper. Watch out. She can also poison you to death and you won’t know it until a year after you’re dead.

What’s the point to all that? Oh, well, you never know. I may need to mention her in conversation or something. Or a more major character may have an event happen to them and I’ll need her. And it just helps make events more rounded. Maybe a ring this woman made comes to light after it kills the king or something. Who knows.

To my surprise the beatsheet for my main characters is done. The minor characters in my story I don’t feel I need to worry about them. My minor characters tend to float through and rarely leave an impression, even though I try really hard to write differently. And I thought it would be a nice preview if I shared some of it here… it doesn’t contain spoilers. Just a list of folks that are involved. Kind of like a movie preview.

This book has been in progress for a while now, but you know how it is. Survival is a meanie. We’re about to go through a lifestyle change. We’re hoping it will allow me to write closer to full time.

And some swearing. I’m rarely serious when writing stuff like this.

 

  Alethea Asher Gavin Reginald Bookie Helena and Robert Hellsworth
role Protagonist/ Heroine Protagonist/Hero Protagonist/ Hero Supporting character/duped dummy Antagonist/ villain Supporting characters
sex Female Male Male Male Male Male and Female
Age 17 18 20 40 ageless 40-ish
place of birth Dark Amber Hellsworth Hellsworth Rome Hellsworth
place of residence Hellsworth Helmsworth Helmsworth The manor Seattle, Washington Hellsworth
height 5’4″ Who The Fuck cares
body type Bulky Muscular for a kid Lithe
hair Dark brown, curly Strawberry blonde Brown Black Brown
eyes Black Hazel Brown Nondescript Brown
skin Pale Ruddy Pale to olive Olive Olive
facial features freckles Bumply nose Look sculpted Shaven Purty
style Prefers boys clothing but will wear a dress if necessary Dirty Always looks like he just stepped out of a steampress He’s a butler. I mean, duh. They are a lord and lady and shall look as such all of the time even when having nightmares or walking the plank
education Homeschooled in the dark arts of transmitigation, lycanthropy, demonology and pizza pies. No, not really. He hates to read. Has the equivalent of a complete Jr. High education with particular interest in hawkery The Authentic English Butler Academy, graduate College level junk
peers When people figure out she’s her father’s daughter, they tend to avoid her and be extremely polite. Frequently shunned Loved by all, gets praised a lot. Has no peers. He’s a butler. Duh. But he was top of his class and well liked. They think he’s a stinky weak poo head for getting trapped in a book without even giving so much as a papercut. They are liked by their peers. The petty ones envy them.
family Mother died in childbirth. Father died while battling a runaway spell. Which goes to show you should never fall asleep with the cauldron running. Father is a chimney sweep. Mother is laundry maid. Two brothers, one sister. Mother and father are lords of Helmsworth. Younger sister that likes dolls. n/a Two children, Gaven and Sophia. Alathea is the only child to Helena’s close cousin who was raised as a sister.
occupation Witch All purpose chore boy The lord and heir to Helmsworth Butler Book Whatever lords and ladies do
Good witch or bad witch? Hasn’t decided yet Basically good but will break the law if it interests him Real good. And by the book. Asshole. Bad witch. They’re family
languages
personal identity Her father’s daughter He is comfortable with his lot in life. Knows he’s the heir and takes it for granted. Feels he is the family’s only true protector He’s a demon. I mean, duh. They’re still into each other after all these years
personality traits Timid but will fake being brave. Can be slightly indecisive but pretty much knows what she wants. Not good at keeping secrets. Keeps secrets because he forgets them within four minutes. Easy going, but will draw a line if the situation is going against his personal morality. Romantic, polite, knows how to turn a girl’s head, good with business, loves to hunt Acts snotty, hard to change his mind Bloodthirsty, Gives papercuts frequently, deceptive, but loyal once bound Both are quiet natured and love to sit outside and drink tea. The mother is often sad about her cousin and wishes to be closer to Alathea.
quirks Hates to lie. Will tell a sob story, though. But they’re not lies. They’re all true. Picks at his fingernails Loves gaming and hawkery Neat freak They keep their secrets
flaw Not a good liar. Forgetful Tends to put gaming first Judgmental Easily tricked by use of promises of new gilding (vain) The need to know bullshit
soft spot The book. Sappy, falls for sob stories Hawks The family. Libraries. Children
skill Magic Grunt work Business Buttling Magic Whatever lords and ladies do

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Beating the Beatsheet

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

It’s another insomniac night for Yours Truly. Sometimes on nights like this I get a lot done. Other nights not so much because it really takes a lot of energy to draw stuff. I’ll look at what I gotta do. I’ll scroll the images up. I’ll scroll them down. I’ll wish I was sleeping.

Tonight is one of those anti-art nights. But the juices want to flow even though after a nice hot bath I’m ready to try sleeping again. I already wrote a filk to the tune of The Sounds of Silence in under an hour. (I’ll perform it someday, too.) I scrolled up, I scrolled down. Oh hell. I’ll do some character development for my novel, still as of yet unnamed. So I opened up the beatsheet.

A beatsheet is basically a questionnaire you fill out about your characters. It helps you to get to know them better, which is pretty important. Even minor characters deserve a beatsheet or at least a little thought. For example, there’s a scene where my main protagonist walks into an apothecary. The owner of the shop, whome the readers never meet, is a plump middle-aged woman with hair that doesn’t like to stay put. She was wearing yellow that day. She loves flowers and cats. And has a temper. Oh, boy does she have a temper. Watch out. She can also poison you to death and you won’t know it until a year after you’re dead.

What’s the point to all that? Oh, well, you never know. I may need to mention her in conversation or something. Or a more major character may have an event happen to them and I’ll need her. And it just helps make events more rounded. Maybe a ring this woman made comes to light after it kills the king or something. Who knows.

To my surprise the beatsheet for my main characters is done. The minor characters in my story I don’t feel I need to worry about them. My minor characters tend to float through and rarely leave an impression, even though I try really hard to write differently. And I thought it would be a nice preview if I shared some of it here… it doesn’t contain spoilers. Just a list of folks that are involved. Kind of like a movie preview.

This book has been in progress for a while now, but you know how it is. Survival is a meanie. We’re about to go through a lifestyle change. We’re hoping it will allow me to write closer to full time.

And some swearing. I’m rarely serious when writing stuff like this.

 

  Alethea Asher Gavin Reginald Bookie Helena and Robert Hellsworth
role Protagonist/ Heroine Protagonist/Hero Protagonist/ Hero Supporting character/duped dummy Antagonist/ villain Supporting characters
sex Female Male Male Male Male Male and Female
Age 17 18 20 40 ageless 40-ish
place of birth Dark Amber Hellsworth Hellsworth Rome   Hellsworth
place of residence Hellsworth Helmsworth Helmsworth The manor Seattle, Washington Hellsworth
height 5’4″ Who The Fuck cares  
body type Bulky Muscular for a kid Lithe      
hair Dark brown, curly Strawberry blonde Brown Black   Brown
eyes Black Hazel Brown Nondescript   Brown
skin Pale Ruddy Pale to olive Olive   Olive
facial features freckles Bumply nose Look sculpted Shaven   Purty
style Prefers boys clothing but will wear a dress if necessary Dirty Always looks like he just stepped out of a steampress He’s a butler. I mean, duh.   They are a lord and lady and shall look as such all of the time even when having nightmares or walking the plank
education Homeschooled in the dark arts of transmitigation, lycanthropy, demonology and pizza pies. No, not really. He hates to read. Has the equivalent of a complete Jr. High education with particular interest in hawkery The Authentic English Butler Academy, graduate   College level junk
peers When people figure out she’s her father’s daughter, they tend to avoid her and be extremely polite. Frequently shunned Loved by all, gets praised a lot. Has no peers. He’s a butler. Duh. But he was top of his class and well liked. They think he’s a stinky weak poo head for getting trapped in a book without even giving so much as a papercut. They are liked by their peers. The petty ones envy them.
family Mother died in childbirth. Father died while battling a runaway spell. Which goes to show you should never fall asleep with the cauldron running. Father is a chimney sweep. Mother is laundry maid. Two brothers, one sister. Mother and father are lords of Helmsworth. Younger sister that likes dolls. n/a   Two children, Gaven and Sophia. Alathea is the only child to Helena’s close cousin who was raised as a sister.
occupation Witch All purpose chore boy The lord and heir to Helmsworth Butler Book Whatever lords and ladies do
Good witch or bad witch? Hasn’t decided yet Basically good but will break the law if it interests him Real good. And by the book. Asshole. Bad witch. They’re family
languages            
personal identity Her father’s daughter He is comfortable with his lot in life. Knows he’s the heir and takes it for granted. Feels he is the family’s only true protector He’s a demon. I mean, duh. They’re still into each other after all these years
personality traits Timid but will fake being brave. Can be slightly indecisive but pretty much knows what she wants. Not good at keeping secrets. Keeps secrets because he forgets them within four minutes. Easy going, but will draw a line if the situation is going against his personal morality. Romantic, polite, knows how to turn a girl’s head, good with business, loves to hunt Acts snotty, hard to change his mind Bloodthirsty, Gives papercuts frequently, deceptive, but loyal once bound Both are quiet natured and love to sit outside and drink tea. The mother is often sad about her cousin and wishes to be closer to Alathea.
quirks Hates to lie. Will tell a sob story, though. But they’re not lies. They’re all true. Picks at his fingernails Loves gaming and hawkery Neat freak   They keep their secrets
flaw Not a good liar. Forgetful Tends to put gaming first Judgmental Easily tricked by use of promises of new gilding (vain) The need to know bullshit
soft spot The book. Sappy, falls for sob stories Hawks The family. Libraries. Children
skill Magic Grunt work Business Buttling Magic Whatever lords and ladies do

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Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

We made arrangements with the landlord to skip part of the rent so we could get the lights turned back on. Shew. And then loyal readers and friends alike swooped in and saved the day with donations and support. We’re not 100% back on track. We’ll be skipping the car payment this month to get more on track… sort of… but I’m back online and kicking along.

I’ve been meaning to talk about a project I’ve toyed with here and there for a year or so now. It’s been on the backburner because of time issues… hand issues.. health. Whatever. It’s a little book I’ve been calling Purple and Green Spots, but I think I’m going to change it to Red Rena as that seems like a more appropriate name.

It’s a children’s book – yes I do sometimes step away from the adult mechanisms that product children to think of things they could read and enjoy. =^-^= I’ll never understand why people seem to think that in order to want to bring joy to children you must first refrain from being an adult in any way shape or form. That’s just a very unhealthy attitude in my mind. But, because people tend to not read book descriptions and get confused easily when buying, I have decided to separate the few times I make children’s material into an umbrella under a pen name.

Choosing the pen name was hard. I wanted to use my earned name – my “Indian name” to some of you – but I wanted it to be in one of the original languages of my people. That was harder than it sounds, because the language isn’t spoken so much anymore. Those who whine about it don’t make any attempts to try and speak it even a little in casual conversation – as would be a big stepping stone in bringing a language back (Elementary, my dear Watson!). And those who knew enough to help me figure out the meaning told me point blank that what I should do was *learn the entire language enough to figure out the meaning all by myself*. Because kicking your cousin to the curb is going to help your case.

When I did figure out what I hoped was the right translation, it was too awkward sounding. But that also was met with a snark by those who could have helped. What kind of monster was I to want my pen name to be something easy to pronounce?! The horror. But I’m not writing these books 100% in Mohegan, sorry. I wanted my pen name to be something that was Mohegan but was also easy for a small child to identify and pronounce… being as there are no small children fluent in Mohegan anymore. What I’ve come up with is Keenum Spear. Mohegan – ‘carries” and Spear. Carries Spear, or.. well, my name. Spearcarrier.

Now before some of you Hollywood types go jumping on me about how my name should be “Spearcarrier Woman” or some other insulting name-changing monicker.. no. I am not a Spearcarrying Woman. I am simple and plain, a spear carrier. Period. Don’t insult me by changing the meaning of my name just to suit yourself and some sexist attitude that doesn’t belong here, and I won’t talk bad about you fifteen years later.

Anyway pen name established I reopened my little book and took a fifteenth look at it. It’s written, it’s been polished, I even kind of know how I want it. I’m at the stage now where I develop characters and plan a storyboard. The problem? The art.

An example of the art style I am considering for Red Rena.

An example of the art style I am considering for Red Rena.

I could hand draw it. Yes. I could. And take even longer to produce this book. Or I could use 3D, being as I’ve been really liking how some of the stuff comes out using the method, and knock the sucker out. I chose 3D. And for the figures I chose RuntimeDNA’s Chip, Cookie and Gumdrops base.

This is where the trouble comes in. There’s all sorts of things for Cookie. She’s cute and sexy. And, well, adorable. Chip has a few things. Not a lot, but a few. He seems to be considered more Cookie’s accessory than someone who also might need pants and a shirt. Gumdrops, however, has next to nothing. I’ve been going crazy looking for something she can wear that’s not going to be a ballgown, fairy dress, or in this case… a parka.

Arrrrrgh.

The solution is something called Crossdresser. Apparently if I install this magic wand and pay for Gumdrop’s license, I can dress her (or him) in anything I desire. Woo hoo!

The program keeps stalling at 30%.

But things will be as they are. I could also take my Genesis (v1) figure and spend months morphing it into a Gumdrops like figure that will serve as Rena. I did this for 10 Confessions, so I’m no stranger to this and quite frankly I’m considering doing it just because I think it might be neat to do so. In the meantime, though… I can only spend some time on this here and there while I work to get us out of the hole fate has put us into.

My future plan with Red Rena is that once I have it ready for production, I will hold a Kickstarter campaign. I want to use this book as a starting platform to produce books kids with my ethnic background can relate to. I’m thinking… campaign could produce a certain amount of books that could be donated to our library or something. I just haven’t figured out how to do it so that I’m not, as Terry Pratchett might say, cutting me own throat.

After Red Rena, I plan to launch a series of retold legends from my people. These legends would use occasional Mohegan words so they not only preserve our culture and teach it to the next generation, they teach something more. It’s going to be hard getting these legends, because a lot of our oral culture has been lost. But I intend to dig and try, even if it means selling my house to move back to the rez.

What I intend to NOT have in my books are those annoying “think” questions that have become the trend for children’s books. I’m out for kids to fall in love with reading and enjoy themselves, not to have stuff shoved down their throats that discourages them from it. If you give a kid something and just let them be, they tend to benefit from it. Being as I’m not putting my books out through the public school system, I think I’m okay to follow through on this philosophy.

And that’s what I’m up to. Back to work.

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Electric is now shut off.

Country-fried

Originally published at Confessions of a Half-baked Talemaker. You can comment here or there.

Yes I am sad to say that today they shut off our electricity. The frustrating part about it Is that if they had just waited until tomorrow We were going to pay them money when our check went through. They want $200 Today to get our lights on. We have a couple of dollars and some change.

I don’t know what is going to happen from here. I have already consolidated some of the websites And cut back on a lot of other things To compensate for the electric companies enormous bill. It really is stupid. $400 is almost as much as my rent.

Fortunately Heavenly bride is ahead by a small bit. Although 10 confessions has remained in the works it is currently on hiatus because Charlie appears to be having another bit of hardware failure. Some of my work is affected but overall I can’t render and do other high graphic stuff. that really cheesed me off when it started because 10 confessions was on a roll and for the first time it looked like I was going to get to the end of this chapter.

Of course with no electricity I’m not going to get to the end of anything.

Thank you to those people who did pull together and help us. You at least bought us that extra month and I was able to get the heavenly bride ahead. Sadly it wasn’t enough to get us through to now when the bills were finally going back down.

My only real regret is that if I can’t get back online in the next day or two I will probably lose my flatting job. This is very upsetting. As you know I was making a transition from ebooks to flatting as work.

I am NOT completely stopped. It does not take electricity to do pencil drawings. I have spent the day finishing two commissions. But now it is time to stop. My hands are old and they hurt. I think I will read a book while there is still daylight.

Anyway I am using my phone to get this in. I should stop wasting the battery. See you on the flip side.

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