So I’ve abandoned all strict regularity in regards to The Echo Chambers as you may or may not have noticed. I’ve always done well with deadlines, but not so much with assignments. It’s a strange distinction, I’ll grant you, but there you go. So The Echo Chambers will continue with the ultimate goal of posts three times a week, but I can’t promise it. Alas, when one has a full-time job, it’s hard to do everything one wants to do in the limited space that remains between the work that pays the bills and the work that keeps the household functional.
I’ve also been exploring some of the hobbies I’ve let drop off over the years. In fact, TEC is what inspired me to get back into art and painting.
My friend, the Lovely K, slipped in the little mind-seed that TEC could work well as a graphic novel. With no income, connections, or time to seek out a compatible artist to explore this possibility, I decided to dust off the old pencils and give it a go myself.
I just had one problem: in the 10+ years of formal art education, I successfully avoided all figure drawing classes.
That’s right. I’d never drawn a full person. I excelled at parts, oddly enough. Eyes and hands mostly, as all good art class teenagers must sketch and imbue with Great Meaning. So I found a website that offered still images for practice, joined a weekly figure drawing group, and bought a big sketchbook. I have the TEC pictures in my head. We’ll see if they make it out in any way similar to the mental images, though I still have some practice to do.
I’ve also been practicing with a new style of painting, in keeping with my exploration of the comics design. It’s been fun and productive, even if it’s mostly behind the scenes. I just wanted to give thanks to all those who have and will continue to stick around. Venturing beyond our comfort zones is how we learn and grow, and it’s easier to do with support.
…So if anyone hears a woman cursing internet companies, computers, and technology in general, do not be alarmed.
I’ll post the next segment of The Echo Chambers as soon as I figure out how to get it there without having to retype it and how to either fix the problem on this computer or find one that doesn’t hate me.
The Echo Chambers continues tomorrow at its regular schedule. (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays–I try for noon, but I can’t always promise the time, exactly. 🙂 Just call me a rebel.)
And since I never finished the list of songs on the soundtrack, I’ll finish that on Saturdays.
Hope your holidays were fun and fabulous!
May this year bring you joy. I have a good feeling about 2012. 🙂
And happy holidays to one and all! May your celebrations be filled with love, laughter, and the spirit of the season.
So, I ‘m behind. What else is new? I have the next couple weeks of The Echo Chambers written, but for some reason this story isn’t lending itself to typing. I need the connection of pen to paper, with all the cursing, scratching and re-scratching, and illegible handwriting that that entails.
Normally, of course, typing in what I’ve already written isn’t much of a problem, but several factors have conspired to make this a tumultuous week for me. With my new boss in town, a friend moving away (you know who you are, you traitorous bastard), arranging pet sitting due to comparatively last-minute Christmas plans, and the acknowledgement that I’d rather be further ahead in TEC to (hopefully) gain enough distance from the words to judge them more accurately, I’m declaring this a week off.
(Plus, I just tried to type in a couple of paragraphs, and I totally got sidetracked looking up synonyms for “dangling”. Apparently I need more time than further believed.)
As penance, I will blog through the rest of the month. And I will say that, here in a few months, I should be able to submit something new for your entertainment. Laugh with me because I sure as hell hate to laugh alone.
So happy St. Nicholas Day and see you in a week!
I’m currently recovering from my sister’s wedding and an only semi-related bout of food poisoning. The Echo Chambers will resume again on Wednesday. Send restful thoughts my way as I begrudgingly partake of the *&!$ BRAT diet. Thank you!