What do you see in this inkblot? I see a river with a landscape reflected in it. Over the next few days I'll be using various Photoshop tricks to pull that image out and color it.
The Oaf: Well, I was thinking about the plans I had for the semester when I realized that I was bug-fuck insane.
The Missus: ... uh ... YOU'RE ALWAYS BUG-FUCK INSANE!
The Oaf: Yeah, but figuring it out before I screw up my entire life is a brand-new phenomenon.
The Missus: Heh, heh, heh.
The Oaf: I realized that adding a major creative project to my schedule is just another self-sabotage technique.
The Missus: Well, when the creative impulse hits, you gotta run with it.
The Oaf: True enough.
So the CAPTCHA novel is going back into the compost pile to age and swap juices with the other ideas waiting their turn for execution. Yeah, I'm going nuts waiting to get back to work on The Ghost Rockers (I've found the agent I want to sent it to first so I'm shifting impatiently from one foot to the other -- it's like I've gotta pee.) but I need to channel that energy into my art projects. For the curious, I'll post the unedited totally raw first chapter in the comments.
We've almost got the stories together for the next issue of Swill. It's gonna be a good one -- our first professional writer, one of my two best pieces of fiction so far, some great noir and gritty lit -- and I need to get cracking on the illustrations.
Since the illustrations for the last two issues have been turned into prints, I'm flipping the process this time -- I'm executing them as prints first, then turning them into black-and-white illustrations. You keep hearing me say that good coloring works when you change it to black-and-white? Time to put my money where my mouth is.
And I need to get moving on my Anomalocaris, and then on to the next one in that series. And so on. And so forth.
I just need to keep myself on track. Focus, oafboy, focus.