Surprise! Life just arrived at the party!
Ok. I want to do something new to the site, but I'm not sure what. I don't know what a website for a writer/artist should look like. Though I do know that I need to put things up. So, after finals, I think the next step will be to upload some art and put it on the site, versus being just on Deviantart, which I hardly ever update. AND new writing--especially some of this stuff that's been coming out of my Creative Writing class, which has actually helped a lot more than I thought it would.
And my friend Rivka has agreed to do some art for The Suits, which makes me REALLY excited. She enjoys the idea of a new Pantheon, and I'm sitting here wondering where the old ones went. Anyway, I've done some sketches for the project, but I'm way more excited for her art. Maybe Riv will become the McKean to my Gaiman...or something. Anyway, it's a great next step, and everyone is excited.
I think I'm going to send out another batch of query letters once I get home too. And I wish that the one still floating around would come home. Whatever. It'll be #7, but until I hit #10 or #15, I'm still going to remain optimistic. I just don't know what I can do to seel the book better. But I'll figure it out.
Finals make me want to cry. This Shakespeare fanfic makes me really want to cry. I don't know what to do. Maybe a conversation over beer with spurrned lovers Richard III (because Anne hated his guts), Macbeth (because his wife was nuts), Malvolio (because he needs to LOOSEN UP), Bertram (because he wants nothing to do with Helena), and Romeo as a late comer--and he gets to be the one everyone hates. Ha. Maybe that is what I shall do. But I need to keep it relatively within Shakespearean language, and I have to use some quotes from the characters where they'll fit in. Whatever. It'll be okay.
Environmental Science may kill me, and I need to finish the final for Middle East so that I can move furniture to storage on Friday.
Iron Man also happens on Friday. And, actually, I expect it to suck. Marvel hasn't done well with films. X-Men 1 & 2 and Spiderman (which is still kinda meh) are just about the only good films they've done. And the Punisher. The Punisher wasn't bad.
Hulk? Sucked. Elektra? UGH. Daredevil? SNORE. Blade? Pretty boring, actually--I'll watch Underworld instead. Fantastic Four? An excuse to get Alba into spandex. X-Men 3? ATROCITY. Ghost Rider? It has Cage in it...it can't be fantastic. Not a good history at any rate. But they may surprise me.
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I hate rap. Why in the hell do I love Punk Goes Crunk so damn much? THIS IS NOT OKAY.
And my friend Rivka has agreed to do some art for The Suits, which makes me REALLY excited. She enjoys the idea of a new Pantheon, and I'm sitting here wondering where the old ones went. Anyway, I've done some sketches for the project, but I'm way more excited for her art. Maybe Riv will become the McKean to my Gaiman...or something. Anyway, it's a great next step, and everyone is excited.
I think I'm going to send out another batch of query letters once I get home too. And I wish that the one still floating around would come home. Whatever. It'll be #7, but until I hit #10 or #15, I'm still going to remain optimistic. I just don't know what I can do to seel the book better. But I'll figure it out.
Finals make me want to cry. This Shakespeare fanfic makes me really want to cry. I don't know what to do. Maybe a conversation over beer with spurrned lovers Richard III (because Anne hated his guts), Macbeth (because his wife was nuts), Malvolio (because he needs to LOOSEN UP), Bertram (because he wants nothing to do with Helena), and Romeo as a late comer--and he gets to be the one everyone hates. Ha. Maybe that is what I shall do. But I need to keep it relatively within Shakespearean language, and I have to use some quotes from the characters where they'll fit in. Whatever. It'll be okay.
Environmental Science may kill me, and I need to finish the final for Middle East so that I can move furniture to storage on Friday.
Iron Man also happens on Friday. And, actually, I expect it to suck. Marvel hasn't done well with films. X-Men 1 & 2 and Spiderman (which is still kinda meh) are just about the only good films they've done. And the Punisher. The Punisher wasn't bad.
Hulk? Sucked. Elektra? UGH. Daredevil? SNORE. Blade? Pretty boring, actually--I'll watch Underworld instead. Fantastic Four? An excuse to get Alba into spandex. X-Men 3? ATROCITY. Ghost Rider? It has Cage in it...it can't be fantastic. Not a good history at any rate. But they may surprise me.
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I hate rap. Why in the hell do I love Punk Goes Crunk so damn much? THIS IS NOT OKAY.
Labels: art, i hate finals, iron man, marvel, moving out, neil gaiman, Punk goes crunk, rivka, the suits
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