June 11th, 2005

breeden

It Begins...

So next month is Anthrocon, the main convention on my schedule, three solid days of madness and two solid days of driving. I have plenty of big art (...she says, thereby insuring that it will all sell in the next three weeks) for the show, and the last of the Naked Mole Rat Dreams prints, and one of the remaining Azezaelbunny prints, so all I really need are a half dozen of the small, inexpensive little vignettes, 8 x 10, 5 x 7, maybe a 9 x 12, to cover the lower end price range. And I need as many of those as I can hammer out.

Due to some scheduling changes, Trinoc is the weekend following Anthrocon, which means, with the driving, that I have exactly three working days between cons. Trinoc is a much smaller show, but I generally do okay with the small, inexpensive pieces in the art show, which are of course the ones that do well at Anthrocon too. (The big ones don't sell, but that's okay, I don't really expect 'em to, and they usually go on-line at a higher price anyway.) And because it is a small show, and I'm an ex-GoH, and becoming a regular, they always give me as much art show space as I could want.

The end result of all this is that I need to work very hard for a month and not put any of it on-line until afterwards. And...I hate that. I like sharing my work when I'm enthusiastic about it, and post-con uploades tend to be huge dumps of art and drag like a death march. And I like the instant feedback. (I know, I know, I should be locked in my unheated garret despising the praise of the masses and working only in service of my Muse. It's a good thing that's a myth, because I couldn't take it. I do work because I hope people will enjoy it. If I didn't live in the days of the internet, I would probably be a stand-up comedian or something--laboring six months in solitude over a show and not knowing if anybody cares would break me.) But I gotta be disciplined! My willpower is as hard as the sugar gooey center of a Cadbury egg, but it must be adamant! We will sell no art before its time!

Well...unless it's REALLY cool...
breeden

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First day of my buddy Eric's D&D campaign!

It's a fun premise--everybody makes a character, and a physical description, which are swapped around by the GM. Then everybody wakes up with amnesia, and nobody knows what they can do, what class they are, etc, just the physical description, and you figure out if you can do something more or less by doing it and failing, or succeeding, or whatever. Since we all woke up in robes on a hilltop, with a dead guy, were set upon by an enraged villager, and ran away to all sorts of unpleasant adventure, it's been a real learning experience.

So far I've determined that I am a male elf with at least one rank of hiding and a certain skill with daggers. I am not good at wilderness survival or keeping my mouth shut. I cannot fish. I have looted bodies before. I suspect I'm a rogue, but you never know--there are plenty of legitimate reasons one could do any of those things and also be a priest or a gardener or a chicken or something. This sort of system requires the GM to keep track of a great deal, but fortunately he seems up to it, and it's a fun premise.

For lack of better names, we've been reduced to "Gnomey," "Orky," "Dwarfy," and "Chicky" ("Humany" did not have the right ring to it.) I was "Elfy" for a bit, but our GM described me as "twitchy" and the name stuck. Our final member, who couldn't join us, got to stay unconscious for the duration, and so we lugged a body around. But it's not D&D unless we're dragging a body, now, is it?