Concentration

Sometimes I don’t know what possessed me to get a Master’s degree in creative non-fiction. It’s not the degree that perplexes me as much as the subject. I love to blog, and I enjoy memoir and personal essay, but my life is so incredibly boring that to share the details of it with you would be tantamount to torture, and, as we all know, we don’t use torture here in the United States.

Ultimately it doesn’t matter what concentration is on my degree. (Actually, the concentration isn’t listed. Is that a sign?) I’m a dabbler, and unfortunately it doesn’t take much to shift my attention from one genre to another. For the past month I’ve been hard at work on the rewrite of my YA novel, but two minutes listening to my former instructor Sandra Tsing-Loh on the radio and I felt compelled to return to the world of OpEds. It’s a good thing I was in the car at the time, because by the time I got home I’d forgotten about the impulse and finished my 1667 daily word goal on the novel.

I go to the movies and want to write screenplays. I read books and think about my own. I buy comic books and want to contact the artists half-a-world away who are working on one of mine. I watch television and think of ways I’d have done it differently. (People on TV were acting really stupid this week.) I’m starting to fear my exposure to media; it keeps constantly shifting my focus, and if it continues, I’ll never get anything done.

So I’m appointing the internet my taskmaster. Keep me on track, would you?

Here’s the update: I’ve passed 47k and am a little more than halfway done. Not editing earlier chapters is killing me, but despite contracting the terminal illness of editosis, I keep pushing forward. Oh, so much garbage. Really. (I believe that thinking your first draft is perfection is a sign of a delusional writer.) I just keep telling myself that I’m trying to get the framework in place, and that none of the words have to be permanent, but I’ve never been very good at convincing myself of anything.

For the time being I’ll live up to my degree with this blog, sharing this journey with you, whoever you are. Just remember, when I’m famous you’ll all be hipsters – you can say you knew me before I was cool.

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And on a different note, I’m hoping to be a vendor at this year’s Geek Girl Con August 11-12. I’ve mailed in my application, but it would definitely help me cover costs if I could sell some items beforehand. So if you know a geek looking to accessorize, send him or her to check out uGeek. And if you like what I do, become a fan on Facebook!

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The Turtle Moves

I don’t normally do tutorials of my crafts because I always forget to take pictures of the steps along the way. At some point I’d like to do a time-lapse video when I paint something for my Etsy store, but I don’t currently have the setup. When I got the idea for this little Discworld figurine, however, I reminded myself to document the process for anyone curious as to how I made a miniature model of the Great A’tuin, world turtle, from Sir Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series.

(Taken with my iPhone. Click any picture to see it a little larger.)

Every so often I go and blow a bunch of money on pieces of copper from Kit Kraft, a hobby shop in the valley. They sell copper in a myriad of shapes, including animals, and one time I bought a packet of flat copper turtles. I love sea turtles, and I’m sure Terry Pratchett is at least partially responsible. I knew at some point I wanted to try and make a ‘The Turtle Moves’ pendant, but when I got home, I started thinking about how I could make a necklace that looked like the Disc. I thought about using a second piece of copper for the disc and applying it to the top, but the Discworld sits on the backs of four elephants which in turn sit on the back of the great turtle. What about the elephants?

I eventually decided I was going to make a model instead of a necklace, and use charms, like the kind they sell in bead stores, for the elephants – providing I could find the right ones. After searching just about every bin at my local Bead Source, I got lucky.

So the first step was to paint the head, legs, and tail of my turtle. I buy all my enamel paints from Kit Kraft because I haven’t been able to find them anywhere else. They’re intended for model cars and planes, so a lot of them have names like ‘Interior Blue Metallic’ and ‘Stop Light Red,’ and they’re oil based so I use an enamel thinner to clean my brushes. I’ve found that the enamel paints are the best for painting on copper, even if they have a tendency to get goopy after awhile. Some enamel thinner added directly to the bottle and lots of shaking usually clears it up. For this turtle, I used Colors by Boyd ‘Lime Pearl.’

After I painted the arms and legs, I used Testors ‘Green M.F.’ (which I think stands for ‘metallic flake’) on the body. Sometimes these paints show the paint strokes, and sometimes they pool for a glossy, glassy finished surface. It depends on the paint and the surface. Whenever possible I like that glass look, and it’s pretty easy to get when not doing detail work. Bubbles happen. I’ve discovered that I either have to add paint to thin areas while the whole thing’s still wet, or apply a whole second pooled layer to avoid paint streaks. That can fix the look, but it takes forever to fully dry. Sometimes I get impatient and paint on top of it before it’s really ready, and sometimes that backfires on me. I’ve started trying to let one level sit out overnight before painting on top.

Even though a lot of it would be covered up by the elephants, I wanted to paint the shell of the turtle. One of the nice things about these enamel paints is that you can paint over a dark color with a light color, no problem. Once the main body was dry, I used the Lime Pearl paint to do the shell of A’tuin, and then it was a matter of letting that sit out for a day or two.

(I was so pleased with how this looked that I almost didn’t want to cover it up. I’ll probably end up making another – and perhaps add a bandanna in orange, blue, purple, or red…)

Then came the Disc itself. At first I was going to use an oval, but a quick search online and I decided to go with a circle instead. The circle measures 1″ in diameter and is the same basic piece I’ve used in many of my geek pendants. The Disc, of course, like Earth, is mostly water. So I used Testors’ Blue M.F. as the base, making sure to swirl it a bit so it looked more like waves.

Using this image as my reference, I added continents with Model Master ‘Afrika Braun ’42′ (what a name, right?) and painted it freehand onto the blue background. When doing detail work, I usually like to be as exact as possible, but in this case – especially considering there is no official map of Discworld – I decided it could be a little vague. After letting that dry overnight, I painted the underside with the same blue, just so the copper would be covered. It can’t be seen without turning the turtle upside down.

Once the continents were painted and the turtle was completely dry, I added my favorite part – the elephants. I wish I could take credit for making them, but my silver clay skills ain’t that good. (Also, they’re not real silver.) I forgot to take a ‘before’ shot of the original elephant charm, but all I did to alter them was remove the loop at the top with my wire cutters.

I glued them to the shell, facing out and on a slight angle, with my very sticky all-purpose adhesive. Then I added a drop of the glue to the backs of each elephant, and set the disc on top. The nice thing about this glue is that if the disc didn’t lie completely flat on the elephants (since that was where I cut off the loop and the edges were all a little different), it didn’t matter.

And here’s the finished product on my shelf:

There you have it. All I need now is a good way to display it. If you enjoyed this tutorial and would like to see others, let me know by leaving a comment on uGeek’s Facebook page.

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Make Every Month Novel Writing Month

I have been on such a writing streak for the last week that I’m honestly afraid of what happens when it ends. I haven’t been this productive since college – when I was sitting through lectures on literature and secretly writing scenes for my YA book instead of taking notes. Class was great for my productivity, largely because for some reason unknown to me, I get my best inspiration when I’m supposed to be doing something else, like listening. (I wrote a ton of fan fiction during high school. Literally, during it.)

It’s a lot harder to motivate myself; lots of writers share my pain. Which is one of the reasons every November is National Novel Writing Month (though by now, it should probably be International; InNoWriMo isn’t as catchy.) For several years in a row, I tried the great experiment and fell short every single time. By a lot. November, I decided, was a terrible month to try and write a novel. Between finals, and my birthday, Thanksgiving, and the fact that I always got sick at some point, churning out 1667 words a day for 30 days just never happened. I always started out strong, but never crossed the finish line.

Lately I’ve been thinking that since I’m unemployed, I really have no excuse for not getting my writing done – aside from the depression writers refer to as ‘the block.’ Which is really not so much about a lack of ability as it is a lack of confidence. Many writers have a definition for writers block that boils down to ‘it’s not real.’ But I think writers block is legitimate – it’s just not a stoppage of creativity. It’s a wet blanket and devil on the shoulder, a voice suggesting that maybe you’re wasting your time, maybe you’re kidding yourself. If you’re sensitive to depression, it can be a tough thing to wrestle with. I go through it a lot, and it comes in waves. Life is frustrating, and some times the frustration builds up like a dam, and I wonder, why bother?

I wish there was an easy way to blow up that dam, to just move on, but sometimes you just have to let it erode naturally, to continue this badly constructed metaphor. Having recently come up from one of those grey times, I decided to challenge myself, instead of waiting for someone or something else to do it. And I discovered that my favorite writing program Scrivener has a ‘project target’ counter which allows me to set daily word goals.

And I say, why limit it to 30 days? In the hopes of keeping those grey days away, I’m aiming for 1667 words a day until I’m done. Some days I don’t meet that goal. Some days I do, and some days I write more. I like watching the counter go up, knowing that the book I’m crafting is coming together word by word. Sometimes it seems really slow, but if 1667 words a day means 50,000 words in a month, and I don’t stop, then the time will fly, and hopefully, by the end of the summer, I’ll have a manuscript.

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Will Write for Employment

As a still-unemployed person, I have signed up to receive multiple daily emails that aggregate job openings based on my chosen keywords. Most days, they’re pretty useless, though occasionally potential employment shines through – a job description that at least merits an application.

But as I scanned my emails from ZipRecruiter and Simply Hired this morning, I started to wonder what criteria the algorithm used to determine which postings to send me. For example, how on Earth did it decide ‘Chaplain (Protestant) for Veteran’s Affairs’ was a writing job? It’s hard to think of a job I’d be less qualified for, aside from ‘Nuclear Reactor Maintenance Engineer.’

I also get information on openings for ‘Counsel, Legal Affairs’ or ‘Transactional Real Estate Paralegals’ – both considered ‘writing jobs’ – and, my personal favorite, ‘Advisory Forensic Technology Data Analytics Sr Associate.’ (What does that even mean?)

The emails about ‘editing jobs’ are almost as interesting. I realized pretty early on that I was going to get as many postings for video editors as for text editors as the computer apparently can’t distinguish. But I ask you, in what way is ‘Scientist – Chemical Process Research and Development’ an editing job?

But the confusion can’t entirely be blamed on computers – there’s plenty of human error too. While I’ve found the Craigslist writing/editing jobs page to be useful and even lucrative, there are plenty of people who don’t seem to understand what ‘writing job’ means. For one thing, it means you need to pay for the work you are soliciting. Non-paying gigs are supposed to go under, imagine that, ‘writing gigs.’ Pretty simple. Then there are the people who ignore the category all together, or maybe think “writer” is code for something. (Like unemployable.) Tele-fundraising for non-profits (which sounds shifty all on its own) is not writing. It’s not editing. It’s sales.

A ‘Tech company looking for a Turkish-speaking associate’ is not a writing job. And, honestly, just because a job might involve some writing, doesn’t make it a writing job. Writing is a means of communication; we all write. It’s pretty key to business in general. Lawyers write – that doesn’t mean I’m qualified to be a paralegal. Doctors write – that doesn’t automatically get me into medical school.

Of course, there just aren’t enough ‘writing jobs’ for all the writers a college can produce – to say nothing of everyone who wakes up in the morning and decides to be a writer. Which is why I know – intellectually – that I should be looking for a dull office position to pay the bills, but it’s also why I can’t help wanting to find the perfect editorial position so that while I work on my comic, my YA novel, and my memoir, I can actually claim to earn a living with my chosen career path. I’ve done the boring job for the money thing. By this point in my life, I’d really hoped to be earning money doing something I liked, if not loved. I know that’s a rarity in the world, even for people with more experience.

But aren’t they called dreams for a reason?

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Fictional Libraries and Their Keepers

My first blog for indie publisher Quirk Books was posted yesterday:

It’s National Library Week, and even fictional characters need a place to check out books from time to time. Though it’s not always the case, fictional libraries tend to be magical; after all, they’re created by writers, and writers know the power of the written word. If they’re going to invent a repository for knowledge, then at the very least, it should be an interesting one.

Of course, in the manner of mice, cookies, and milk, when a writer creates an unusual library, he or she is going to invent an unusual librarian to go along with it. Here are a few memorable made-up archives and their equally memorable keepers.

Includes the Sunnydale High library and the Hogwarts Restricted section – you can read the rest of the post HERE.
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Geek and Sundry, aka Hollywood Jane Abuses Parentheses in the Name of Nerdery

My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing yesterday after Felicia Day (Buffy, The Guild, Dollhouse, Eureka) retweeted my exclamatory blurb for her newest project: the Geek and Sundry YouTube channel. Specifically, I urged people to “watch @feliciaday make a fireplace poker with a real live blacksmith!” which spawned several good-natured jokes about undead blacksmiths or pokers made from blacksmith bits, and a surprising stream of retweets.

But 140 characters is barely a sentence, so I thought I’d go ahead and share a slightly more detailed reaction to all the nerdy programming that debuted yesterday, April 2nd.

The first video I watched popped up all over my Twitter feed, offered as a gift to fans of Felicia Day’s popular gaming web series, The Guild. Guildies, I’ve decided, are the OKGo of the geek world. After the cosplay goodness of “(Do You Want to Date My) Avatar,” and the Bollywood-fest that is “Game On,” I think we were all waiting to see what music video they’d come up with next, even if we weren’t aware of it, and “(I’m the One That’s) Cool” may be my favorite of the three. Written and directed by Jed Whedon (Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog), not only is the song catchy, it’s emotionally resonant for those of us who were ‘not cool’ in high school. The rallying cry was also brilliantly filmed, stylistically beautiful and funny to boot. I’ve got the song on my iPod, and I’ve already listened to it an embarrassing number of times.

Then I stumbled onto Felicia’s vlog, or The Flog, which includes her ‘five favs’ of the week, and – in this particular episode – her adventures in blacksmithing. Her experience in the smithy was limited to games, so she found a real foundry for some practice.  She is, as always, incredibly appealing, displaying once again the qualities that make her a person you really want to hang out with. She closed the flog vlog with a sort of ‘Dear Felicia’ where the people who write to her get a typewriter-written response in the mail. I admit, I kind of want one of those letters, largely for the wax seal show logo on the envelope. How cool is that?

Not every program destined for the Geek and Sundry channel debuted yesterday, but one that did was the Wil Wheaton-hosted Table Top, in which Wheaton and his nerd-lebrity (nerd+celebrity) friends play table top games on camera for our amusement. Now, I’m not a gamer. It’s pretty much the only geek-arena I haven’t dipped a toe into, largely because I tend to become obsessed with beating games, and can’t afford the time-suck. I wasn’t sure how much of Table Top I’d really be able to follow, but fortunately, Wil Wheaton thought about that. The first few minutes of the show had Wil explaining the game du jour – in this case, a strategy game called Small World. He demonstrated the rules and objectives with some useful animations so that even the slowest of us (i.e. me) could follow along. (These hints and explanations continued throughout the video – sometimes, it’s easier to understand if I see it in writing.)

For the person who’s never really played this type of game, watching it in action has a certain fascination – though I’m a little concerned the novelty will wear off. Possibly worth watching for the ‘trash talk’ alone. “I’ll be picking up his teeth like Pokemon cards. Yeah, I see you – drinking your Diet Coke!” is one such memorable line. The ability to pause the video to absorb what’s going on was definitely a plus. I think if I were witnessing a live game, I’d remain hopelessly lost. (Until, of course, I watched enough of it, mastered the necessary skills, and dominated, naturally.) The cutaways to individual interviews made the stakes of whole thing seem much higher than they were. Is that what watching poker tournaments is like?

And I look forward to tuning into Sword and Laser, a sci-fi/fantasy book club vlog that premieres on April 13th, though – somewhat ironically – their first book up for discussion happens to be The Magicians. (I swear, I had no idea.) Something tells me from the trailer that we do not share the same opinion on the subject…

Anyway, from what I’ve seen so far, Geek and Sundry will be a weekly destination on my Internet voyages. Will I see you there?

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The Magicians by Lev Grossman

Spoilers!

Like a lot of kids, I used to wish the fantasy worlds I read about really existed. It was a not-so-secret hope that I’d have a magic adventure like the siblings in the Chronicles of Narnia or Edward Eager books, even though I knew from a very young age it was never actually going to happen (I don’t have brothers or sisters.) But there was always that little voice in my head that reminded me no one ever expected to be carried off to another world, and, in fact, that was sort of the point.

So I could easily relate to Quentin Coldwater, the main character in Lev Grossman’s The Magicians. At least at first.

Quentin’s Narnia-equivalent is a land called Fillory, a stand-in for all WWI-era British children’s fantasy, but C.S. Lewis’s work in particular. From the Chatwin siblings and the four thrones at Castle Whitespire (for two kings and two queens) to the ram gods Ember and Umber (Fillory’s Aslans), the magic creatures and even the mysterious Watcherwoman, it’s not hard to understand Quentin’s life-long love of the books. Which of us didn’t take a chance on an old wardrobe, just in case it might lead into a snow-covered forest?

Unfortunately, The Magicians isn’t really about discovering Fillory is real, like the book seems to promise, and that just doesn’t work for me. When supposed-genius Quentin has an unusual encounter at age seventeen and finds himself taking an exam to enter a school for magic, it isn’t in Fillory, or even another world. And though Brakebills College has its own Hogwartsian charms, Grossman spends entirely too much of the book explaining the particulars of a magician’s education and social life. Which might be fine if those details actually paid off in the end, but they don’t.

It feels as though the story gets away from Grossman during the five years at Brakebills. He places emphasis on minor characters or events that don’t get developed for hundreds of pages, if at all, and spends too many pages detailing the drinking of Quentin’s circle of friends and the rules of a game called welters, or, Brakebills’ answer to Quidditch. An incident with a figure referred to as the Beast in Quentin’s Third year seems appropriately ominous – and then is ignored in favor of a long period of time spent in what is essentially a monastery in Antarctica and Quentin’s soul-searching trek, naked, across the pole.

The central ‘mystery’ stringing the book together is too weak, and spread too far apart. By the time Quentin finds the real Fillory, it doesn’t seem to matter any more, and it doesn’t help that he’s turned into a self-pitying, self-destructive asshole. After all the time at Brakebills, and all the time spent with Quentin’s friends the ‘Physical kids’ (so named after their area of magical disciplines), everything to do with Fillory – from how they get there, to who finds it, to how it looks and the big bad – is rushed, underdeveloped, and frankly disappointing.

If, at the very least, Quentin took everything he learned from Brakebills, including whatever personal conclusions he came to during his Antarctic vision-quest, and applied it to the final conflict, that might tie the rambling nature of the book back to its original premise. Instead, the only really likable character steps up, saves the day, and makes the ultimate sacrifice. Quentin doesn’t take inspiration from this moment, choosing instead to wallow and self-flagellate – after he finally wakes up from his coma, and discovers his remaining friends have returned to the real world.

The book had me at the start – there were clever references, interesting explorations, and great details – but the on-again, off-again omen of Fillory, the implication that everything we learn about those books will somehow be important, had me waiting for conclusions and revelations that never really came – and the final two twists, the reveal of the names behind the two bogeymen, only earned a ‘Oh, yeah…’ because the clues were so few and far apart, lost in an ocean of other details.

I was actually angry by the end of it. To have traveled all that way with Quentin for so little pay-off. For characters I still barely knew and barely liked after 400 pages to get rewarded while the more interesting ones died or dropped off. Maybe I had the wrong expectations because I didn’t get what I, as a reader of fantasy and life-long dreamer, would have wanted to see if it were my opportunity.

Ultimately, I just don’t think The Magicians lives up to its promise. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the wardrobe.

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Death as a Tool in Genre Storytelling

Warning: Spoilers for Gail Carriger’s Timeless, George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones, Suzanne Collin’s Hunger Games, and everything by Joss Whedon. Lots of spoilers. Seriously, don’t read on if you don’t want to get spoiled.
 

Spend enough time watching the Master, and you start to expect the sudden, soul-crushing deaths of your favorite characters – particularly when nearing the end of a series. Sometimes I have to remind myself that not every writer has Joss Whedon’s love of sticking a knife in my gut vis-a-vis killing off a beloved fictional hero. Unfortunately, it seems that for a genre story to achieve any sort of legitimacy from the wider world, death is the key. Not just any death, mind you. To really achieve mainstream acclaim, that death must be a) shocking, b) of an innocent, and c) as a result (direct or indirect) of another hero’s actions.

Wholesale slaughter helps too, as if killing characters left and right is the only way for a genre story to get people to take it seriously.  Consider A Song of Ice and Fire, the fantasy series currently enjoying critical acclaim as the HBO series Game of Thrones. One of the reasons it’s doing so well on cable is the story’s central tenet: everyone is expendable. Many people who hadn’t read the books were shocked when default protagonist Ned Stark (played by the ever-mortal Sean Bean) was beheaded in the town square of King’s Landing before the first season finale. If the only honorable man in Westeros could meet the axe, then no one was safe.

Which is great for raising the level of suspense, but hard on those of us who wanted a character to root for who wasn’t completely compromised by politics. (There are still a few, but they’ll probably be killed too.)

And while I loved The Hunger Games trilogy, and don’t begrudge a book, movie, or television series its gritty topics (I love a good murder mystery), in general, if I’m going to devote several hours of my life to something, I want to come out of it with a smile or sense of satisfaction, rather than the conviction that everything in life is pointless. Suzanne Collins really got me when she killed off Prim in the final pages of Mockingjay.

It would seem I’ve been so well conditioned that I can’t even enjoy a steampunk-werewolf-romance satire without the emotional roller coaster. When I reached Chapter 17 of Gail Carriger’s Timeless and Lord Conall Maccon, werewolf, earl, and long-time husband to the main character plummeted from a hot air balloon above the Egyptian desert after having been shot, I was convinced it was for good.

Ordinarily, the fall wouldn’t be that big a deal for the werewolf, but due to circumstances of plot, he was mortal at the time. And his wife – known for her logical reasoning – was convincing in laying out the reasons he couldn’t possibly have survived. Followed by his absence from the next chapter, and coupled with the fact that this was the final book in this series, it seemed like the real deal – and not all together unexpected. Sad, unfortunate, and frustrating, maybe, but anyone who made it through the Jossed deaths of Jenny Calendar, Fred Burkle, Anya the reformed vengeance demon, and Wash the pilot, just to name a few, could see the emotional value such a death would have. And did I really think everyone would make it out of the grand Egypt adventure unscathed?

Well, yes, actually, and two chapters later Lord Conall Maccon turns up again, re-werewolfed and all healed, much to the relief of his wife. (Another character dies shortly after Conall reappears, but then turns into a vampire, so it’s okay.)

As I finished this witty, fun, romantic novel, I wondered if the undeath of Conall in any way lessened my enjoyment of the story. Would his permanent death, and Alexia’s struggle to go on without him have made this a more significant book? If their daughter had to grow up without a father, would knowing that make this ending stronger, albeit bittersweet? Or is it just fine and dandy that everyone has a happy ending? Why does death somehow equal depth?

For my tastes, there was enough conflict without having to add sacrifice into the mix. Which is not to say it wouldn’t have worked. I bought it. But I’m glad that it was a misdirection. I finished the book and felt content, but I’m still thinking about it. It resonated with me.

I read – particularly fantasy – for the escapism. There are a lot of unhappy endings in the real world, I don’t need them in all my fictional worlds too. Shades of grey are great – but so are romances that don’t end tragically. Sometimes, after falling in love with characters along the course of the series, it’s more satisfying to watch them ride off into the proverbial sunset than end up in the ground. But then, I’m a romantic.

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Three Dog House and Other Updates

Right, blogging. That thing I do to maintain my online cred and market myself as a writer. It’s been awhile, huh? The reason being when I blog, I prefer to post anecdotes, or short essays – the sort of thing you might find in a magazine – or at least something more interesting than a catalogue of what I’ve had to eat, which is why there can be gaps in my updates.

Some times there are no blog posts because nothing particularly interesting has happened in my life since the last one, and sometimes I’m just so busy trying to keep my unemployed spirits up by working on my YA fantasy-satire novel, my new comic, or my overdue memoir, that I forget how long its been since I blogged. The comic is progressing nicely – if a bit slowly for my instant-gratification tastes. I have Verucasaltitis, unfortunately, so I want everything now, now, now. The artists I’m working with are brilliant though, and what I’ve seen so far is really exciting, but only makes my condition worse. (Insert winking emoticon here.)

The last two weeks have been particularly occupied by the acquisition of a new puppy – yes, after six months of volunteering with the Westside German Shepherd Rescue, I broke the cardinal rule of the volunteer, and fell in love.

Chiana and her Farscape namesake

The name suits her in more ways than one.

I was at Westside as a volunteer to walk some German shepherds when I spotted her. Her foster mother works in the reception area and had brought her in. Now, there are always puppies at Westside, and it can be tough to resist their cuteness. But usually when the puppies are up in the maternity suites, they’re too young to be played with, and I have to content myself with observing the little potatoes through the window.

Chiana – formerly Petal von Precious – was a foster, so I was able to actually sit down next to her and have her crawl in my lap. Big mistake. I was especially taken with how much she looked like our 13-year-old Roxie as a puppy. I took a picture to show my mom, and it was pretty much all over after that.

When we brought her home, I was pretty anxious. We figured Roxie would ignore the four-month-old the same way she had ignored Pilot when we got him. Pilot was my concern – I’ve spoiled him terribly, and he’s a black hole of attention-seeking neediness. I had no idea if he could handle the competition.

If you also follow me on Twitter (@hollwoodjane – I’m hilarious), then you know the day after Chiana arrived Pilot got sick and scared the bejeezus out of me. He also spent most of his time growling at Chiana – though the idea of being aggressive was so new to him, that he ended up scaring himself as much as he scared her. She’s also a little minx and doesn’t scare easy – or learn her lesson particularly fast when it comes to messing with the big dogs.

Fortunately, after a week, and after his sickness passed, he seemed to recognize that this irritating little girl made a pretty good playmate, and they’ve been chasing each other around the house playing tug-of-war ever since. (For cute animal video, check out Pilot’s Facebook page in a little bit.) Now that they’re acclimated, maybe I can get back to…whatever it is I do here.

Hopefully my brain will continue to function so that I can blog about geek news, like the return of Community, the future of Dr. Horrible, and my take on the expansion of the Whedonverse in comics.

And I’ve got my ticket to see Hunger Games next week. Though I’ve written about how poor book adaptations to screen usually are, I’m really looking forward to this one. The trailer gives me goosebumps, and I have to think that’s a good sign.

Until next time, anonymous people.

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One Way to Do It

Since my last post, debating ‘how much is too much’ when it comes to talking about a project that has no guarantee of reaching fruition, I’ve been working on said project, and have decided that I really want to share what I’m doing and how I’m doing it – with as few specifics as possible.

I started this blog in 2008 as I was preparing to graduate from college with a degree in creative writing. I had an unpaid internship as the assistant to a producer; I was submitting my YA novel to agents, short stories to literary journals, and gathering plenty of material on what not to do. (I have an enormous MS Word document of other people’s query letters that are each horrendous in their own way.) A lot has changed since then (and, sadly, a lot has not), but what I always hoped to do with this blog was share my successes and failures in the writer’s market, and possibly help others learn from my mistakes.

So this is what I’m doing: I’m writing a comic book.

I only discovered comics in the last five years – unlike many creators, I didn’t read comics as a kid and grow up with dreams of being the one to write them. Sometimes, I feel weirdly guilty about that, like I don’t have the proper credentials. But one of the reasons I’m writing this comic is that I want other people, especially women, to see what I’ve come to see. Not just the superheroes and monsters, but some really epic storytelling that’s taking place in these picture pages. I’ve also been a little disappointed with the lack of steampunk comics. There are a couple, but for a genre that is predicated on the aesthetic, I really expected to see more. I’d quickly fallen in love with the historical-romance-fantasy of steampunk, and last fall, I came up with a story to tell.

I didn’t exactly set out to write a comic, but by the time the idea reached critical mass, I decided that it was a better fit in panels than prose. And I’ll tell you something else that had a lot of appeal: I was writing a comic about women for women – and I really, really wanted it to be by women. The ‘women in comics’ debate rages on, but the statistics are depressing as hell. Of the women in the business, some are writers, a few are editors, many are colorists – almost none are artists. I knew it was bad, but before I started doing my research, I didn’t know exactly how bad.

Which made me all the more determined to find a female artist to collaborate with. (Scour the internet – if you find an all female comic book team, I’d love to know about it. I couldn’t find a single one.)

While I worked on the script for the first issue, because, let’s face it, I don’t really do ‘short’, a friend pointed me toward a tumblr account inspired by Gail Simone, the only female writer on board with DC’s New 52, and someone I am rapidly growing to adore. In a post on her personal tumblr, Simone said:

It’s always struck me as a bit sad, that in a community like Tumblr, you have thousands of artists and thousands of writers, many of whom are very witty and very talented. And many have aspirations to be comic creators. But few make that leap.

What I would like to see is this…why can’t some of those artists and some of those writers get together and build their own little rocketships?

Seriously.  You have the internet. The tools are there, most of them are free or very low cost. There are artists with talent going across my dashboard every hour. Writers who have all the skills and wit required post all day long.  There’s resources like deviantart. There are fanfic circles.

Why isn’t the peanut butter getting in the chocolate?

Someone took her words to heart, and created ‘Make Your Own, Then,’ a tumblr account set up like personal ads intended to match writers with artists. It’s a great idea, but there’s just one problem – it is about ten times easier to find someone who wants to write a comic than it is to find someone who is willing to draw it.

Them’s the facts. Truth is – as was stated in last night’s Oscar telecast – a lot of people think writing is easy. And a lot of people think they can do it just by sitting down in front of a computer. While there are plenty of people who think that they’re artists by throwing paint on a canvas, I believe people who draw comics – or any sort of ‘realistic’ figure drawing – are a little more aware about their own limitations. People who really can’t draw aren’t going to offer their services, whereas people who really can’t write are only too happy to tell you their stories. There’s also the – somewhat erroneous – belief that an artist’s work is more valuable – I’m not saying that’s true, but there’s a strange sort of sense that writers write on spec all the time, but an artist should be paid as a commission.

The point of all this is that writing the comic was actually the easy (easier) part – I knew finding someone to illustrate was going to be significantly harder. Not only was I hoping to find a woman to work with, I needed someone who could do steampunk. And this is really what I wanted to share with all you aspirers out there – how I found an artist for my comic.

In some ways, honestly, it was luck. The mockingjay ornament in my uGeek store was featured in an Etsy gallery for The Hunger Games and one of the other featured pieces was a print that I really liked, so I traced it back to the artist’s DeviantArt account. I’ve been on and off Deviant Art since my days in the Harry Potter fandom, but I’ll tell you now – this is the place to go. I browsed through this particular artist’s gallery, found her web site, and checked out her portfolio. She had training in comics, and worked as a colorist. I liked that her style was a little different, that she used a lot of watercolors – even her digital art had the look of watercolor – and that her fan art happened to be for books, movies, and shows that I loved. I just didn’t know if she would be interested in collaboration. So here’s what this long-winded story boils down to:

Once I finished the script for the first issue, and had several more outlined, I composed an email.

Hi [Artist's Name],

My name is Megan Christopher – @hollywoodjane on Twitter and Etsy – and I love your work on Deviant Art. I have a new comic project in the works, and I’m looking for an artist to illustrate. I don’t know if you’re interested in collaboration at the moment, but was hoping that if not, perhaps you could recommend someone who would like to work on a serialized comic I’m pitching as, “[Insert Description Here].” The first issue is written, with the next four outlined.

Aside from admiration for your art and style, I’m very interested in working with another woman, as I’d love to see more women artists in comics. Thanks for your time.

Sincerely,

While I waited to hear back, I browsed Deviant Art’s steampunk galleries, looking to see what else was out there, and if there were any other artists I wanted to approach. I found one or two other potentials, but none that seemed to fit as perfectly as this artist. When she got back to me, it was to say that she was pretty swamped with work, but that she had been looking for a project to collaborate on with another artist friend of hers – another woman. I took at look at that artist’s DA gallery, and replied that if she was interested, I would be thrilled to have her on board. I got the first character designs last week, and the rest is yet to come.

Now, what will happen with this project when it’s actually been drawn – I don’t know yet. I’m still trying not to get too far ahead of myself. Publication of any kind is a long ways off, but definitely the goal.

You might not get as lucky as I did, and it might all fall apart, but what I’m doing should be taken as evidence that you can ‘Make Your Own, Then.’ Ultimately:

If you’re looking to collaborate with an artist, find someone whose style you admire, who shows an ability to draw the kind of scenes you’ve written, and just take a chance. The worst that happens is that the artist says no. The best that happens is the artist says yes, and you get to see your characters come to life.

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