It has led me to brush off my old pencil set, get a new eraser, and set out to make some art. While it is nowhere near the level of the real artists I am working with the action itself is inspiring.
So we will see what comes of this.
All of the wonderful art I have been seeing for my book "Dying Embers", both commissioned and fan works has been quite inspiring.
It has led me to brush off my old pencil set, get a new eraser, and set out to make some art. While it is nowhere near the level of the real artists I am working with the action itself is inspiring. So we will see what comes of this.
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I learned an important lesson. (Okay I already knew it but this sounds better.) If you want your advertisement posters back don't leave them up past your posted speaking dates. People take them down. Hopefully they went to someone who like the art. On a happy note I am almost out of business cards and will need a new batch printed soon! And with a deadline hovering over one's head there is simply nothing to do but buckle down and write! Well one could curl up in a ball in the corner and cry, but that is not very satisfying in the long run.
"When an old man dies, a library burns to the ground." African Proverb There once was a man. He both brave and wise, serving his country well in war an peace. He had a mind that could pull the thoughts of his enemies from the very air and a body that could take the battering of the sea itself. Though he left the military his sharp eye never ceased to watch.For many years he plied some of the most dangerous waters of the world pulling the most delicious fish from the sea for his family. Once he spotted an enemy vessel spying in the harbor of his homeland, snug and smug in their small and silent craft. Once his ship was pulled from beneath him by a wild storm and he barely escaped with his son and his life. Twice he bought boats gutted by fire and renewed them to perfect seaworthiness. He laughed freely, was never less than generous, and enjoyed a good meal. Once he convinced his cousin to indulge in a grand meal just before a three day fishing cruise. With predictable results. As his family grew he would gather them onto his boat and take them out to watch the skies explode on the fourth of July. He took the very smallest nieces up to the crows nest and held their hands as they steered his boat. He showered gifts freely on those he loved. He was especially fond of books. The Art of War, tales of ancient princesses, and textbooks full of useful information found their way into the hands of his small cousins. God Bless and Keep dear Uncle For sheer nostalgia and warm fuzzies there really isn't a book better than "Misty of Chincoteague". This old classic, based on real life events and people, has captured generations of children. The book tells the story of a brother and sister working to earn enough money to purchase a pony from the pony round up on the island of Chincoteague. Once they do manage to bid successfully on the spirited mare and her filly their adventures have just begun. Even if the reader is long past the grade-school age this book is intended for it is still work going back for a read, or a re-read. The cold has come back with a snap and a crackle of ice. Hoarfrost formed all over the ground and the windows on the greenhouses froze over is a lacework of ice. This is nothing particularly writing related, other than that cold, numb fingers are very hard to type with. Meanwhile the farm animals are all finding the best places to cuddle up for the night. Ever tried explaining to a fluff ball of a tom-kitten that the hand nest is for the chickens, not him? |
AuthorBetty Adams is an up and coming author with a bent for science and Sci-fi. Archives
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