Posting Now Because I Probably Won’t Get To It Later

Not that I’ve got anything to say at the moment. It’s before dawn right now. I’m up early to work on art. I went to bed early last night. Tired. Spent a good chunk of time reading The Tombs of Atuan to Nizzibet. The more we read of the novel the less resemblence there is to the TV miniseries. Once again I find myself wondering why anyone decides to adapt a novel (or comic or cereal box) if they’re going to ignore the basic story that they’re adapting. I don’t mind changes if they make sense. But the changes made in the miniseries, for the most part, don’t make sense. Combining Wizard and Tombs makes a certain amount of sense in a mercenary way. You get both male and female protagonists that way. High adventure and more domestic drama. But adding a power hungry Kargish warlord and a prophesy? So generic and lazy. It’s one of the things I like about the Earthsea novels – no dark lords and no saviors foretold of in prophesy. Especially no saviors foretold of in prophesy. Bleah. Prophesies are generally badly used in fiction. If your hero is destined to be the Hero then usually the only conflict for him/her is whether he/she will accept his destiny or not. And so we, the audience get to suffer through a bunch of whiny heroes who don’t want to be Heroes. Feh. Shut up. You’re destined to be the Hero. Go kick some ass and quit whining about it. Leave the whining to the rest of us who don’t know what the purpose of our life is.

Mystery Boxes

Coming home from work has been interesting lately. Glenn has been shipping boxes of hoarded ephemera up from PassedAwayMother’s house. Most of the time it’s just been a box or two. I usually wait to open them until I’ve been home for a couple of hours. Then I just give them a quick glance – old letters; magazines, zines and minicomics I’ve contributed to or traded for. Stuff that I don’t want to start unpacking until I’m in a more permanent residence.

There were twelve comic book long boxes and one magazine box on the porch yesterday. I’m not opening those. Comics. Once I open those it will be hours before I’m useful again. It was hard enough sorting them last year in California without looking through them. Then I had a deadline.

Visiting Earthsea

Most nights I read to Nizzibet. Lately I’ve been reading from the Earthsea novels by Ursula K. LeGuin. We’re currently about halfway through The Tombs of Atuan. The Earthsea books were examples to me of how a story changes depending on ones age. When I first read them as a kid, when there was only the Earthsea Trilogy, I remember liking A Wizard of Earthsea and being mostly bored by Tombs. Lots of stuff happens in Wizard. Ged travels all over Earthsea hunting the shadow he’s loosed. Tombs?. Arha/Tannar lives a life of ritual at a mostly forgotten temple in the middle of a desert. Not so exciting to me as a kid. As an adult now (and as a young man the second time I read it) the story is engaging and interesting because the writing is.

I started reading the series because we’d watched the SciFi Channel’s Earthsea miniseries and Nizz had enjoyed it. I couldn’t remember enough of the original novels to tell her what SciFi had changed. Ursula LeGuin has complained about the miniseries but her complaints have been primarily about casting. Rereading the novels has been great. The Earthsea of the novels is not a perky place.

Expanding the Gallery

I’m going to be submitting an image a day to Epilogue.net for my gallery. That doesn’t mean there’ll be a new image every day. Epilogue reserves the right to refuse any piece that doesn’t meet their standards. Epilogue can get backed up and images won’t appear for two or three days after submission. Still, I’ve done enough work lately that I can probably submit a piece a day for two weeks and still not give away the store.

Today I submitted a panel from Strange Eggs. Resubmitted actually. It was rejected the first time. Often times the rejections don’t make sense to me. This time they said the image was too small. That’s easy. I’ve resized and resubmitted. Time to wait.

Today I Simply Must Mow The Lawn

The lawn has become a little jungle. The most jungly lawn on the block. Paliki adores it. She sleeps in the middle of it and dreams jungle cat dreams.

But I’ve borrowed back the lawn mower and tomorrow is yard waste day for the garbagemen. When the hour is decent for lawn mower noise I clear cut the jungle.

Drawing

Still working my way through the illustrations for the Worlds of Cthulhu assignment. To anyone who has been expecting to hear from me and hasn’t – please don’t hold your breath waiting. Blue is not your color.