I know it’s not fashionable to post song lyrics. Nobody likes reading them. Nobody cares. On the other hand, this is my page and bite me. I’ve heard this song (Time by Pink Floyd on their Dark Side of the Moon album) a bazillion times but never really paid attention to what the lyrics were saying, never mind that I’ve known them by heart for years. I have a new appreciation for this song, not only because of the way this year has played out so far (anyone else fritter and waste any hours this year?), but also how it points out how you tend to see time as you get older and that it can have a tendency to slip away from you if you’re not careful (or even if you are).
The last three lines don’t apply to me because I’m not English and I probably have a word or two more to say before I’m done, but the rest of it is a really great description of how I feel some days in 2020. I’m sure much of it is just the times we’re in…who knows what normal feels like anymore?
TIME (Pink Floyd)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I’d something more to say.
Well, it’s been a long time coming, but my headspace is pointing towards writing again as my brain begins to thaw from the big freeze of the last three months. I haven’t necessarily been focused on writing par se, but as I’ve been getting out of the house more, I’m beginning to think more about my book, the upcoming Inktober and NaNoWriMo events taking place in October and November and with full knowledge that I am taking the rest of the year off in order to focus on creative endeavors. I have lost enough damn time to various crises that 2020 has seen fit to pitch at me and I’m ready to go….finally ready like I was feeling and executing back in January and February.
Other projects await: a fanzine of some shape/form/fashion for my LCS (local comic shop for you non-nerds), work on adapting one of my short stories to graphic novel form, and maybe the most fun of all: working on art projects to support the other various endeavors. While (to me) writing is the most fulfilling thing I do, art is what I have the most fun doing (aside from my comic hobby, which I’ve had for 40+ years now, it’s not going anywhere). I also really need to get a mailing out for my APA. It’s been almost a year since I’ve cobbled an issue of Nemesis together. Issue 6 is nearly complete, I just need to get moving and do it.
Many more posts to come in the future as I decide how to handle Facebook (or lack thereof). I imagine I’ll end up using the website->FB functionality.
Shown here is the ‘pre-final’ version of the mythical Nemesis 6. It is literally taped together like a gradeschool project. This is just to be sure to eliminate production errors like misplaced and misaligned pages, spelling and punctuation problems, missing/incorrect/wrong sized art, etc. Once the errors have been identified and corrected in inDesign, I print out one copy, put it all together, and do a final proofing before printing and ‘binding’.
Also: No, there was not actually any chloroform in that bottle yesterday.
I’ve always wondered what animals thought of television and if they correlate their human becoming a vegetable with the fact that they are sitting in front of the TV. One thing is for sure….my cats know that when they hear the boop of the TV turning off that it’s dinner time. Animals are a lot more intuitive than many people think. I know correlating a sound with dinner is more pavlovian than actual ‘thinking’, but humans can be conditioned in the same way.
Went to bed late and got up late and am wrangling with a headache at the moment, but still plan to do the art classes and maybe prepare some materials for Inktober today. I imagine there will be comics too. Upper 80’s today, so am not sure it’s hiking weather yet or not. Stay tuned.
While we are all still pandemic-ing, I will still leave the house for new comics and groceries, and as every proper nerd knows, new comic day falls on Wednesday unless you are DC, in which case you are an asshole and have your day on Tuesday or whenever it is now. So new comics from Peregrine and back home to take a couple of art classes, the first one centered around architectural sketching with watercolor and ink. Once I’m finished with that one, I’ll delve into the Sumi-E (Chinese inking) class (both of which I purchased months ago, but life happened and I’m taking them now).
I’ve decided to participate in Inktober this year in addition to doing the National Novel Writing Month challenge again. Last year I was able to complete a 45,000 word weird fiction novella in the thirty days, this year I am going to use the opportunity to get moving on the second third of the Mycelium Network. I’ve never done Inktober, but am going to use the month of October trying to adapt one of my short stories into a 32 page comic book. The actual Inktober challenge is different from what I’m doing, and that is just to draw a new illustration every day based upon a word prompt (see below).
I’m going to make an effort to begin daily posting again. My energy is beginning to return and I’ve been thinking about creative endeavors once again (finally). After a particularly long fallow period, my mind has once again allowed me to start thinking about the book again.
But that’s not what this post is about.
Since my self-imposed isolation a couple of months ago, I’ve shied away from all social media save Twitter and Instagram. Today I accidentally tapped a LinkedIn notification banner, opening the app for the first time in probably months.
I hate LinkedIn. It carries with it the stench of corporate America and brings back a lot of bad memories of the last two years spent at my job under Evil Corp, Inc. A lot of rah, rah cheer-leading and salesmanship. Do you want to go to an ERP or EDI conference?
Yeah, neither do I.
So, while I will be taking the rest of 2020 to observe, work on my mental well-being, and pursue creative projects, I will also be ruminating on what to do on the job front after the first of the year (still Covid-19 dependent at this point, I imagine). After looking at LinkedIn for under two minutes, I am more determined than ever to find something as far away from that sector as possible.
One thing I can say for that website…one visit was all that it took to put me back in the headspace that made me want to write Mycelium Network in the first place. All of that bleak, blah-bitty-blah corporate speak is enough to send me running to the hills.
No offense to my friends working their asses off for places like that…I just can’t do it anymore.
It’s been so long since I’ve done anything creative (anything at all, really) but it feels like that dry spell is coming to an end. I’ve thought that way before and ended up binging seven seasons of Orange is the New Black in about a week…hugely helpful to my productivity (but it was a good show).
I managed to get a rough of my bibliography up on its own page. It’s a good start, but I still need to fill in many of the details. I can see this expanding to maybe a page for each entry on the page, but that will depend on how motivated I am feeling.