It does so with gusto.
Erik and I went snowboarding on our favorite mountain and I never even once got obscenly frustrated (as i am want to do so often). I took the slopes by storm, for a second year boarder, and even rode through a bit of deep sticky powder. Until I fell and had to walk myself out again. That is not fun at all.
I also took some wicked ninja spills while going fast, and rolled over my shoulder bouncing off the snow. Sure, I landed with my face in the snow, but man I felt like that was the coolest freaking fall ever. Wish I had a video. I might have to chronicle it in the blank book.
I’ve been driven like a madwoman to fill the blank book with comics and fun things. It’s pages are so pristine and beautiful and inviting I itch for a pencil just thinking about it. I’ve started on a tale about a young Saxon girl in a Christian Monestary in the year 600. Yes, I’ve taken the Barbarian spirit to heart.
The cover for now is some wrapping paper with a pattern of peacock feathers. I’m toying with titles. So far the best I’ve got is “The Blue Stands for False Things”, or “I Might Have Seen a Monster Once, Maybe”. I’m not very good at titles.
Just recieved another rejection letter. Have to say I expected it, too. And I feel like I might be completely un-sellable, but I know that isn’t true until I’ve tried everyone. Perhaps I should move away from horror markets. I’m not very scary. Problem is, I’m not very much of anything else either, just bits and pieces of all things. Like a macaroni collage colored with finger paints.
I think perhaps I’ll scan some pages of the blue blank book and try to get some pictures up here. I’m actually quite proud of a few.