I’m kicking off another 30 day drawing challenge because I really enjoyed the one I did last year. Today I drew a self-portrait that I feel truly captures my essence.
In other news, I’m not feeling very well. :( But I’m going to try and get some work done on chapter 28. Off we go.
Happy Monday!
Whenever anyone asks me what my next book (The Blind Side of Love) is about, I always force K to explain it because I find that she does a much better job putting the plot into words. When I try to do it, I always end up saying something like, “Um… well, it’s about… let’s see… there’s this girl… and then she meets this other girl… but you know, other things happen… um…there’s a robot named Buttercup?”
Seeing as I’m going to have to turn in a blurb to my editor at some point, I figure I should try to organize my thoughts. I’ve decided to start by drawing it out. In stick figures. Because I can’t actually draw.
So here it goes.
It’s about a girl named Julianne Franqui who’s a famous actress.
She’s got her career in order. Life is going okay for her. She’s convinced herself that she doesn’t need love or relationships. Although that’s mostly because she’s terrified of anyone finding out that she’s a lesbian.
It’s a meh day. I hate meh days. On meh days I feel meh about everything and everything is meh and I don’t feel like doing anything or talking about anything or thinking about anything. The meh takes over.
I woke up to that question in an email the other day, and my answer was this:
Ideas tend to pop up randomly in my head. I think? I don’t know. They’re just kind of there. Then they keep piling up because I don’t get to them fast enough, and then they get annoyed. Then they start honking. There’s a lot of honking in my head. That … does that sound dirty to you? Like I’m talking about boobs? I’m not talking about boobs. Did I answer the question?
Anyway, I started thinking about it, and I realized I hadn’t been perfectly honest. How I get my ideas varies from project to project, but I can certainly tell you how I came up with Rayne, for example. Rayne – for those who don’t know – is a paranormal romance series thingie I’m working on or will be working on once I’m done editing TBSOL.
Are we pleased? Disappointed? Personally, I wasn’t too worried. Rebecca Black prophesized that the day after Saturday would be Sunday, so I figured we were safe. Life may now proceed as normal until the next scheduled apocalypse.
I’m not sure why I’m bothering to post anything since the world is ending – or was it supposed to end already? Not sure. Happy Rapture Day, regardless. Go out and party like there’s no tomorrow.
In order for me to answer this question as honestly as possible, I must first give a lesson in phobias, because it’s been my experience that people don’t really get the difference between run-of-the-mill fear and paralyzing phobia.
This will be an illustrated lesson (because it’s fun to draw on the iPad).
We almost didn’t make it to the Prefecture this morning because some guy in the hotel next door kept us up ALL NIGHT with his stupid music. It was sort of funny at like 1AM when we were still up:
I’m not sure what was going on but the music kept getting weirder:
