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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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Blessing in Disguise?

Country-fried

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

lookingFinally the work flow was good enough I could devote a good solid amount of time to 10 Confessions. I mean, sure, our lights are about to be shut off for it but there’s no helping that right? I can’t suddenly procure a huge commission out of the blue. People come to me. So best use my time wisely.

Except when I sat down to do 10 Confessions – and I was going to knock out as many pages as I could mind you – to my horror nothing was working right. Every time I tried to render a panel, it just looked bad. For that matter a lot of things looked bad, to the point I couldn’t get any paying work done anyway. I thought I’d killed another video card… but in the end I could only figure out that the problem was in one of the 3D shaders I use to make things look all toonified. And nothing I could do would make it work right.

I honestly sat back and wondered what 10 Confessions had done for the universe to slap it around so much. I mean, every time I’ve tried to get chapter two done something has happened. It’s like trying to roll a boulder uphill by yourself, sometimes. But. Two days of fussing with Charlie the Computer later, I found a solution to the problem in a FREE shader offered by someone that just happens to create results better than the expensive one that broke.  So now I’m sitting here going, oh, well that was for the best sort of now wasn’t it?

Blessings in disguise.

The only real downer is I only got two pages done when I could have done so much more. Dang it.

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The Mark of My Dedication

Country-fried

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

Even though chapter two of 10 Confessions & A Kiss is still way overdue and The Heavenly Bride is sometimes on a very slow production status, there is a mark of my dedication. It’s something you can’t deny, either. No matter how childishly mad you get about it. Or selfishly want to throw me away over it. Or ignorantly think it makes me a burden on society.

I’m sick, like, all of the time.

And it’s a sickness that can’t really be tracked, mostly because no one will listen to me on the matter. I know what it is – because I’m no dummy. It’s a serious chronic sinus infection coupled with developing allergies and a slight chance of rain. There might be more to it, considering MS runs in the family and wotnot. But the sinus infection I’m sure of. Because I’ve been dealing with it for years. When I was a kid I always had one of those disgusting runny noses people hate kids over. And when I was even younger I was just… always sick.

For the past two or three days – I can’t remember how long – I’ve had it worse than usual. I’ve literally been in bed wailing with tears rolling down the sides of my temples. Part of my frustration is from the pain. I mean, where once the infection would only make me feel like one sinus cavity was on fire now it’s like my whole head is on fire. The other part is from lack of medical care.

Don’t start spouting your Obamacare crap at me. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about how when I *do* go to the doctor in this idiot area, I  get told – and I’m going to quote – “Lose weight. Drink more water.”

And then I get bullied and yelled at because I won’t let them touch me for female medical exams. As if I want idiots touching my tender areas. No. Just. No.

I’m fortunate, though. My mother’s father, who grew up before the Great Depression and saw a change in America from dirt roads to paved roads and fast cars, believed in learning how to care for yourself. Where he came from, that’s what you did. You didn’t run to your doctor for everything as if he could somehow save your soul. You went when you had to. So I do a lot of home care, a lot of medical herbs, a lot of things on my own. And muddle through and am normally quite fit and healthy – except for this annoying chronic infection. Damn this chronic infection!

The mark of my dedication to being a storyteller is how I treat the world with this infection. I didn’t blame other people for my problem. I don’t go trying to sign up for welfare because I have a condition that has gotten me fired from more than one job. (Not that I qualify. Because I don’t and rarely have.) You know what I did?

I sat here at the computer with one hand holding a bag of ice to my head and the other flatting for my client.

I sat here at the computer setting up panels for Heavenly Bride. Then closing my eyes to rest. Then opening them and working more.

I moaned once on Facebook that being sick sucked and then formatted a document for a client.

I tweaked the script to Heavenly Bride and spent some time setting up uniforms for Akashik.

I watched some Avatar the Last Airbender.

And my husband, when he realized how much worse it has gotten, did some herbal research and found me a home remedy that helped the pain better than most things on the market I’ve tried. We were only able to get one half of the remedy because the other half isn’t available in my area. But man, what a relief to have that much at least.

Again, I’m lucky. If I were working at, say, Walmart I’d have been fired by now. When these painful migraines come, I can’t even think straight. Literally. I reverse facts, you name it. In fact I’m staring at the latest Heavenly Bride page wondering how I can easily fix this very glaring mistake in the last panel. But I don’t have to worry about that anymore, because I went and created my own job and my own business. What am I going to do if I get sick: fire myself?

But that’s luck of my OWN making. When I lost that bill collecting job all those years ago, I remember the look in my roommate’s eye when I told her. I remember her pointed silence when I sat down at this computer and decided it was time to make a different tract in life. But I didn’t complain. I kept at it. And here I am. I am a successful business woman – not because someone else promoted me. It’s because I found something and became dedicated.

So make no mistake. If you’re truly dedicated to your craft, to being what the best at what you want to be, you won’t make excuses. This includes “but I’m disabled” and “I have this diagnosed condition”. Life is about obstacles. If you want to succeed you’ll get off your butt and you’ll do it. And it will get done. If you have any integrity it will be done well.

So currently my dedication is causing a conflict. I want to be dedicated to my stories. They don’t bring enough money for me to do that 100%. It’s an obstacle. It’s such an obstacle that this entire website and all of the webcomics almost went down permanently last month. But. Again I’m lucky. Pestilence is willing to help me defeat this obstacle, and together I think we’ll win.

So let’s hope we can do it. For the sake of the story.

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