It’s August now, and for the first time in 16 years, I’m not going back to school in the fall. It’s still something I’m struggling to wrap my head around. No stocking up on pencils and folders, no reason to dig out the old backpack, I’m not looking for new walking shoes, and no triple checking the official first day of class.
Spring of 2016 awarded me a Bachelor’s of Fine Arts majoring in Graphic Design from a “four year university”. Throughout those four years I held the tongue-in-cheek comment of requiring five or six years to complete that four year degree. It was certainly necessary for a number of my friends deemed “super seniors” that had been around for at least five years – and that’s not due to failed classes. Continue reading →
It’s been a month since my college graduation and I’ve feel like I’ve gotten nothing accomplished outside of slipping into various rounds of depression, which is tied to the feeling of having nothing accomplished. Wonderful catch-22 as always. Perhaps having a true 9-5 job would help get a grasp on my day-to-day life, but waiting for a job that actually uses my degree won’t help me get anything done fast.
As I have once again fallen off the update schedule for Evasive Winds, and in light of the manuscript actually being complete, I’m thinking of making plans to put it up for official download as a free e-book and maybe set up a tip jar of sorts either through Patreon or PayPal.
Told myself I would wait to do things until after I’m graduated. The time has come. Let’s not be a liar.
When I get stuck in my writing and believe that I’ve written myself into a dead end, I’ll save that version of the draft and start a new one. Sometimes I go back and delete a few paragraphs, sometimes I radically change everything and simply start from the beginning. When I start from the beginning I like to go back to the old draft where I can copy/paste sections that were well written, just put in the wrong context. It makes the writing faster so you can get to the new parts.
Recently, I’ve finally reached beyond the point where the last draft ended and now I must write everything from scratch once again. It is equal parts tiring, and exciting.
Last week I graduated from Missouri Western State University with a 4-year Bachelor degree of fine arts, majoring in Graphic Design. Surprisingly enough, I managed the feat in 4 years time. (Due to the hassle of Gen Eds, and all around necessary amount of credit hours, a 4 year program is taking 5-6 years nowadays.) Also, despite my final semester being the hardest and most stressful with thick layers of self doubt and deadlines of impending doom, I know that I managed to pass with straight A’s. The first semester of my entire college career that I received straight A’s. Weird.
I keep telling myself that since college is now out of the way I’ll have more time to focus on various fields of interest. Writing and illustration especially. However, I recently had 6 days off of work – that’s 6 days of no work, no school, no responsibilities – and all I accomplished was finishing a video game and immediately buying the sequel to start on that. (Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky. A more traditional RPG. I like it.) Perhaps school wasn’t the thing that was holding me back from productivity.
I hope to (once again) revive this blog into something worthwhile. The only way to get my name out there is to have it present and active. Keyword being active. Figure out what I want it to look like. Too bad I haven’t really been able to give myself any ideas.
You’ll always be your own worst client.
Apologies for the numerous missed updates, had a good run for a while. Hopefully I’ll be able to get things back in order come the later weeks of May. Thanks to the people that still check back every so often.
Bloody Sea Salt
Cotton, it felt like her head was filled with it, which was not exactly bad. Beneath the dry fluff she was vaguely aware of an ache that longed to be felt. The ache tried to reach out and grip her, but the cotton was a stubborn substance in the midst of the darkness.
Eventually Sam grew tired of the monotony of the darkness. She attempted to locate the parts of her body that hadn’t been claimed by the ache beneath the cotton. An eye – the right, and most loyal one – opened. It looked about and reported a spacious room. Across from the bed in which she lay was a large wooden desk with a bolted down, swivel chair. A chest was carefully placed in the corner near the desk. The walls and a built-in bookcase stood empty. A line of windows allowed daylight to enter. There was a nightstand and a stool beside the bed. A large book was on the nightstand next to a glass jar, which was just out of her line of vision. Continue reading →
Pirates and Bandits
The traffic that circled the port of Amenand was a forceful business best handled by Anne. Sam hugged the railing beside her as they dipped, served, and cut off ships in the aerial fight for a parking spot. By the time The Downdraft was successfully docked in a cheaper portion of the port for the less prestigious, privately owned air ships Sam was a little too happy to get solid land beneath her feet.
“No, not even the king, is to step foot on this ship without the presence o’ me or Salty here,” Anne ordered Beneatha before they left. “And if Salty appears at gun or knife point, don’t let ‘em on. I already have one ship to hunt down, don’t make it two.” Continue reading →