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I have an apartment! Woot!

I don't get to move in for another month, but at least hope hoves into view on the horizon. Bigger than my last place, same rent. It's actually got a "dining room" where I can hopefully erect my computer/studio, possibly freeing up the bedroom to be merely a bedroom, a mad decadance I can barely fathom. I'd really prefer having the studio out in the main room anyway, where I can watch TV or listen to the radio, and consult my computer, etc, but I hardly know how to consider a bedroom that's just a bedroom. Madness! Insanity! Good feng shui!* 

I might even be able to fit another chair in there. I could have guests over!  Good god! The world reels! 

Meanwhile, I've been getting Digger done, and whipped off the Nurk cover over the weekend, much to the rejoicing of my editor, art director, et al, all of whom called me to tell me that really, honestly, they swear, they are not in the habit of asking for a cover in three days under any normal circumstances.

The problem with working miracles, of course, is that occasionally people start to expect them, so we'll see if this really was abnormal, or if I'm going to get forty-eight hours for Nurk II, and if by Nurk XXV: Shrew vs. Predator, the covers will be expected before the book is actually written. (Actually, for Shrew vs. Predator, presumably the cover would be the only part of actual merit...)  Still, there's a definite ego boost to performing a superhuman feat of that sort.

Appetite starting to return, thankfully, and the faintness is now generally confined to the early mornings. I'm definitely feeling better, too--I still have up days and down days, and the downs are still pretty far down, but the phantom anvil is, if not gone, at least lightening a bit. The latest Pratchett and a diet of P.G. Wodehouse helps. The anxiety is lessening, too--whether my miseries are becoming blunted from repeated handling, like water-smoothed pebbles, or whether the 'ol seratonin levels are starting to perk up, I couldn't say. (The problem with examining the workings of your brain, of course, is that you have to use your brain to do it. I am an unreliable observer, ergo my observations of my unreliability are themselves unreliable. It's enough to make your head hurt. No wonder psychology is a "soft" science...)


*I do not believe in feng shui per se, but am willing to allow certain practical principles for dwelling in a space are encapsulated therein, without goin' nuts and buying bamboo flutes for every available surface. 


Objectively, you sound better. Howzat?

A'riiight! Can't keep a good girl down (Not without a few silk scarves anyway!)! Congrats on the new place and for kicking butt and taking names again art-wise!

The problem with examining the workings of your brain, of course, is that you have to use your brain to do it. I am an unreliable observer, ergo my observations of my unreliability are themselves unreliable. It's enough to make your head hurt. No wonder psychology is a "soft" science...

Soft? Practically gelatinous, I would think.

But certainly P.G. Wodehouse ought to help. My spouse and I often dive into the Heyer books when we are in that sort of situation and need the comfort reading. May you find many giggles.

(The problem with examining the workings of your brain, of course, is that you have to use your brain to do it.

A biochem prof said in lecture last week, "Now, you may believe the brain is the most important organ in the body. But stop and think! Which organ is telling you this?!"

True, that.

Trying to disprove Gödelian incompleteness with your head hurts, yeah. Glad things are getting back on track.

Okay, I'll bite. What does that have to do with disproving Goedel? If I remember correctly, you can have statements which are both self-referential and complete, although all of them are fairly simple -- and the bit about recursive unreliability seems to be affirming Goedel incompleteness or a related concept, not attempting to disprove it. (Related because it's only Goedel incompleteness per se if the brain is a formal system, which I'm willing to stipulate but others might not be.)

Or maybe I'm just tired and remembering my brain-breaking math imperfectly.

Nurk XXV: Shrew vs. Predator

I love you. I really do.

Glad things are getting better for you on the housing and medical fronts. About the cover for Nurk. Having now turned around a book cover for the publisher in a couple of days, suggest to your agent that you do artwork on short notice, and that your portfolio could be run past the art director for the publisher.
I have friends and acquaintances in the field, and one of the constant problems is lateness of artists and authors actually turning in completed work on time. If you become the 'last minute book cover artist because the assigned artist blew the deadline' for a publisher or three, that is not a bad sideline. High stress, and you have to be able to drop everything else upon demand to work on the thing for a few days, but can be reasonably lucrative. And we all can use a bit more lucre. Just a thought, you can ignore it if you like.

If you're in Amberwood at Lochmere in Cary--well, the pool is only 4 feet deep at most, in one tiny end of the pool. And I hate swimming in shallow pools. Otherwise--congrats on the new place!

I, too, am using the new Pratchett to fend off anxiety! Mine is work-related, though. Eesh, deadlines

(The problem with examining the workings of your brain, of course, is that you have to use your brain to do it. I am an unreliable observer, ergo my observations of my unreliability are themselves unreliable. It's enough to make your head hurt. No wonder psychology is a "soft" science...)

Oh, Ursula, I love you!

I'm going through an amicable separation and out-moving of my own. I have to admit, I've been following your saga to build up courage to live my own.

I may be purchasing some more prints to brighten up my new digs soon!

(Right now, ye olde ex and I are living as housemates. Tonight we spent watching Drunken Master and haggling over the rest of the DVDs. He got the Babylon 5 (ow!), and the anime, but I made off with Dune, Firefly, the Hong Kong cinema, and the Monty Python.)

Solidarity, sister! *raises fist*

I'm very happy to read this--you sound so much better.

You do sound better.

Glad things are going better for you.

hello from infrapinklizzard

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"I am an unreliable observer, ergo my observations of my unreliability are themselves unreliable."

When I started on Prozac several years ago, my doctor said "your family will notice the difference before you will." As your brain changes, your perception changes. What you are is what you are. One doesn't notice one's hair growing until it needs cutting. (add another trite, but true phrase here...)


I thought I'd add my 2 cents as a way to say hello (not "hell", really - dang keyboard) since I've been going through your Book of the Gear and everything. I'm glad you're feeling more human. I came upon your livejournal just as you were in your on-the-road hyperness. Then the crash and I didn't feel I should barge in all chipper and bleat out "Hi! I luv ur stuff! Keep Rockin!"

However, I "luv ur stuff". This is the third time I've run into your art. The first time I was looking up 'pink lizards' for some reason and found your explorer on Elfwood (who's been lurking amongst the non-phallic bits of my hard-drive somewhere for a few years).

The second time I was looking up 'wombat' to see if my cat Wombat had registered on a search engine. (Yahoo found her - Google didn't.) I found your Red Wombat Tea Company on deviantart (cool logo). I didn't make any connection.

Then recently I was looking up 'gears'. Of course I found Gearworld. Beautiful! It is my otherworld as well (differing only in the mundane things like history, looks, etc. -- it has the same *feel*). And then I realized, by following various links that all of you are just one you. Errm - you see?

Which led here, and now that you're back on your feet (or knees and headed upwards) I thought I'd poke in and say "Keep Rockin!"

~infrapinklizzard

Yaaaay happy to see you're getting better, and things are stabilizing for you.

I was quite concerned for you there for a bit, and would have had to dispatched some of my friends in the area to try and help you out.

Hey--so glad you are feeling better.

Book cover in three days, that IS rather short notice for illustration. But as to getting them done before the books is written, well not as unusual as it sounds! Especially for sequels or series books. As an art director and designer of books for even a small publisher I can tell you that we have to have covers as much as 6 months to a year before the book launches. That's so the book can be promoted in advance--believe me you want to do everything in your power to see the book gets promoted!! So be thinking about those sequel covers--well in advance!

Because you're the writer and the illustrator that's and extra burden, but how exciting! It will all be worth it.