Formatting is a nightmare. An utter, indescribable nightmare.Its sheer horror is only doubled by the fact that I do not write to format.
What does that mean? Even after edits, my work is largely a jumbled nightmare. Where was that paragraph? I have no clue! Maybe it’s riiiiiight…nope. It probably also does not help that I have a habit of writing at ungodly hours of the night/morning when all my brain cares about is THE STORY.
Somehow, I managed to format my story as best as I could. No complete nervous breakdown, but some minor hair pulling and some thoughts about sitting around drinking wine out of the bottle. There might have been a few tears here or there.
I get that done to face the other looming abomination: A cover letter and a bio. If anything, I cannot write about myself. I don’t know what cripples me in that respect, but it’s something I’ve never really been able to do. If it comes up, I usually pass it off to an unfortunate spouse and say, “What the hell should I write?”
This time, I growl at it and manage to pound out two lines of an artist’s bio and a sketchy cover letter. Click “send” and the damnable thing’s done.
Who the hell said that writing a story was the hardest part about being an author?
In the meantime? Keeping fingers crossed that my work is accepted…now where’s that wine…?
"My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!”— The Marquis de Sade"
"Modern Divinity" one of my favorite pieces that I’ve done. I guess I was playing with the idea of machines/technology being the new god or a new god. Why is it my favorite? The idea came together fast. It’s rough, but soft. Organic, but mechanical…and I love what I did with the eyes.
Yeah, it’s up and running and I’m going to use it, doggone it!
I figured that Tumblr might be a good start to try to break out of my shell more with my writing and art. I’ve tried other avenues and each seemed…well, not very satisfying.
What do I do? I write. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. Most of it wasn’t very good, I can admit that.
I love writing though. It’s my passion. That and art, but I’m not sure which one I do better.
So, that’s it for now. This is my little trail of me being the best at what I do. Hopefully, Wolverine will not toss me around for stealing his line.