Wow

just frikkin wow.

You ever just sort of stop, and turn around, and realise "Holy crap, I can barely see the last plaace I stopped."

Okay it's not particularly poeting but, jeez. It's crazy to look back a year, two years or more and just see what all has happened.

Saw some crazy stuff did so amzing thing, might sum it up a bit, but it still boggles the mind to thinks that a year ago, I had one blog, now web comics, now online store and now collection of word puzzles. I had ideas and a few gifts worth of hand made jewelry and a few things that were going on that seemed like a lot at the time.

I've since then sold things as an artist at a convention, signed actual autographs (I'm still slightly embarrassed and confused by that but amused anyway), been assaulted, made a few things, thing I hadn't even thought of before.

I've a computer and a new freind, I'm looking very seriously at switching over to making money in some of my creative ideas.

I mean it really feels like it was three years ago I was sitting in that room in the crazy landladies place getting frost bite on my toes and planning a few projects for the coming year. But by most peoples measures of time that was a year ago.

To put in perspective: Goober, People of the clear waters, Runcible (the superheroine), rayguns, halloween costume, and many other things...
they didn't exist a year ago.

Heck some of the ideas for the starting of them hadn't even completely gelled yet.

What will it be like in a year?
Take care of yourselves.
Rovingjack

so anyway...

there once was this thing called a blog I used to tend to...

Okay so I've been fairly well neglecting this baby for a while. It didn't happen conciously but is really an after effect of the ride my life has become in the last few months. It's likely to be a bit more of that too in the forseeable future.

It has, I think to do with the quiet and to the point way in which I live; and my tendancies to be an idea person. You see when those are the ways you do things you have so much to say and think about that you could fill blogs and books.

But now I've invited the red tape world and gremlin filled layers of existance to it all. Where I depend on others and have others depending on me. Emergencies and events happen all around and none of it is anything really worthy of note or inspirations.

It's almost like inspiration is being bled to death by a billion and one papercuts of minutia from life.

Bleeding away the minutes of my days so that they are spent in the manifestation of nothingness. It's sloppy, it needs streamlining.

I'll have to see what I can do about this.

Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack

Some things

Have been sort of sidelined over the last few years and I'm thinking of reviving them for the near future. Some of them might not seem like overly huge leaps or particularly complicated and time consuming ventures but they add up in the scheme of things.

But it's coming to a point that I feel it wouldn't be folly to not do these ideas in some way.

It's kind of strange to think that I, the pervayor of strange ideas and shameless actor of absurdities, cringe back from something that seems like fun and intresting to do simply because it is 'crazy'. Yet for some reason I've tucked them away.

I know I can't just do them all and never worry about time and money concerns but there is no reason I can't set some of them in motion and just see what happens.

So while I whittle away at what is left of my aster list for this year I will be pondering some of these strange and amusing ideas and maybe even setting some of them in motion. As they happen and move towards full realisation I promise I will bring some of them forward for the parusal of others.

Take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack

Yes indeed

as often seems to be the case with my post nano thought processes instead of crashing and running on empty my muses are running on high. So naturally I feed them more raw materials to work with and they get all excited.

On top of it all there are a couple of geek songs that are stuck in my head right now and have been for weeks.

Some very intresting things are brewing in my noggin, and I just wish I had me a wee bit more time and money to delve the depths of these ideas and share the maddness with the world, but instead I will have to delicately parcel out those resources and manage some wonderfully strange but simple things to begin with.

Be advised that in the coming weeks I might be distracted and inspired, and I can't always garuntee that I will make a lot of sense (even more the case now than usual) but I can promise to test your fragile grasp on reality.

It's a fun day when I can break a mind.

Take care of yourselves.
Roving jack

muse food

It's been a while since I went shopping for food for my muses.

The ladies and I've been very busy and when we arn't doing projects together I'm being side tracke way more then every in my life.

So Now that I'm all high on my nano writing and such I'm happy to get back in touch with them and work on museings.

one really great way to do that is to feed your muses. What do muses eat? Why the eatthe dregs of information and conversation, as well as questions and thoughts.

So wandering the boards of Nanowrimo and reading the posts of the last month can give some intresting muse food.

you might have somebody ask a question like "Why would my evil world power genetically manipulate the population of earth?" To which you could say "so they can get you all to drink more coffee, which becomes the drug of population control" or some such thing, and then you start getting ideas for stories about humanity beeing bread to require certain supliments to survive and that is how big brother controls the population. Which leads you to wonder ... and so on and so fourth.

A page away somebody expounds on the originality of making the humans the bad guys in their story and they explain it in their setting but during that explaining they fail to notice that their story idea is not original and maybe only passable that in the background and idea they had could be polished up and reworked to provide a killer story premise. With sad poinginat undertones and empathetic characters of a non human variety.

Sometimes one idea in one thread slapped together with another idea from a completely incompatable idea from another thread can be mangled together for a truely strange idea that could be reworked inton something beautiful.

It is food for my muses.

It is yummy for me too. I like tasty ideas.

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

Hmmm

No jello brains?

My butt hurts and my hands a little, and I'm sleepy.

I'm fairly satisfied with my 50k words. Considering they were almost all done in the last three days, yeah that's pretty dang good.

MMM sleep.

Take care of yourself,
Roving jack