The Enchanter's Theorem

Multiple reasons why this is a good choice for today.

There’s actually a lot of post-processing work here. The sepia was a definite choice and there’s other Photoshop voodoo going on to get the look. At the time, it was looking over and seeing that the light had decided to do something very interesting through the skylight of the studio I was renting.

The final effect is one that isn’t the standard nude, which is why I love it.

I’m also off to see Tears for Fears tonight and Songs From the Big Chair is still one of my all time favorite albums. So consider this the Tears for Fears appreciation photo too, because it is.

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In other news, I finished Unformed last week, so post novel ennui has set in on schedule and I am drained and grumpy and feel out of sorts with the Universe. This part of the writing life? Not so much fun.

It’s looking like I’ll be working on The Night is an Adder for NaNoWriMo this year, but that implies I’ll be able to resist writing until November. Yeah. Like that’s going to happen. Writing is the thing I do to keep my sanity.

Only problem is, my brain has not regrown enough to write anything coherent.

In the meantime, I’ve started editing Kilroy and I don’t hate it, so that’s something, but gods know what anyone else is going to think about it. I have no objective sense of anything about my work right now. Thank the gods I don’t have to. That’s what you folks are for.

I’m going to be shooting with the Amazing A in October for my birthday weekend, because I’d rather take pictures than plan something for my birthday. I may end up going out for dinner that night, but who knows? All my focus is really for later in that month with our tenth wedding anniversary coming on.

Mostly I want to go back to bed.

We won’t speak of the Vaudeville budget. *shudder*

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Or so the Bean thinks, and really, I can’t argue with her much.

As you can see, giant baby is giant and not really a baby anymore. I swear she grows right in front of your eyes. It’s like time lapse without the time lapse.

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*blink blink*

I know I have a lot going on right now, but my brain is gapping so hard on talking about it, it’s almost comedy. Except I’d like to be able to think, y’know?

It’s not fatigue. I’ve been getting enough sleep. It’s overwhelm. The husband is in Crunch for E3 right now, which means that the household responsibilities all fall squarely on me.

Okay, let’s just go through the usual list and hope I don’t bore you to tears.

New novel (Unformed) is almost at 10K words, and will probably hit that today, at which point, I will start actively breaking it and imposing some structure on it. I still need to do research, but I’m getting to the point where research matters less than plotting. The worldbuilding involved is a little weirder (for me) as I’m venturing into areas that I don’t know much about and will probably screw up righteously. Lovely thing about fiction though. I can make shit up to fit my thesis.

It’s also interesting in that I’ve never written an atheist before and she’s a lot of fun to write.

I’m also gearing up for the next photo shoot and have been pleasantly and delightedly overwhelmed with the influx of people willing to model for me and my particular brand of photographic madness. At this rate, I will actively have to solicit an assistant, because there’s so much going on in my head. I’m also going to have to save for a babysitter and a studio, because some of it is only possible in a controlled setting and I need my make up artist, who also happens to be the Ant.

Lots of moving parts. It is not unlike juggling flaming chainsaws.

And then there’s Vaudeville Goes to Hell, which is starting to scare the crap out of me, which is a good sign. If it didn’t scare me, it wouldn’t be worth doing.

There’s more going on than that.

And under it all, working on making my exit from the dayjob, because every day it becomes more and more untenable. Not because it’s a bad job. Because it is so out of alignment with who I really am.

Pro-tip for those of you starting out in the world: if you are an artist, DO NOT GET A FUCKING ADMIN JOB. EVER. It will fuck you up. I have wasted too much of my life being someone else’s bitch. I wish I’d been brave enough to go to LA when I was in my 20s and slept on someone’s couch and taken that job at Paramount when it was offered.

Be brave. Feel the fear and do it anyway. Whatever you do, do not fucking play it safe.

Or you’ll end up like me in your 40s with too many regrets.

The flipside is, it’s never too late to be whatever you wanted to be when you were a kid. But who wants a consolation prize?

Fucking carpe diem. And don’t let anyone talk you out of it.

*terrorist fist bump*

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Well, gods willing and the creek don’t rise, my composer is apparently returning from Jersey in the nearish future. This makes me happy. I want to get moving, though I am very clear that making movies always takes way more time than you think it’s going to take. It just does.

Until then, I have found the red backdrop I want to use and I am sourcing gold fringe now for the curtain backdrop design I’m going to use for the key art. But there’s still a long way to go. To that end! The updated Request Post!

I’m looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders

The Acrobat – I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio

The Stage Manager – I may play this role if I can’t find a body. Don’t do that to me. Anybody know how I can contact Zooey Deschanel or her agent?

The Road Manager – I have a line on this one, but he hasn’t said yes yet. Still waiting for an up or down from him.

The Comedian (or Comedienne) – ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”) – Done!

The Diva – do I need to explain? – Done!

The Ingenue – help!

The Tap Dancers – ditto!

The Devil – and he’s perfect

The Voice of God – ditto

The Devil’s Attorney – Done!

Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you’ve got

Pack o’ cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o’ fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes – one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken’ nowhere

And as always, I’ll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don’t worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.

Here we go!

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Script breakdown is commencing. Draft of the crowdfunding campaign for the recording of the demo of all the songs for the show is complete, but even before that, we need…

Key art. Which means photographs. This is where you, yes YOU, come in. You know the drill by now: I’m looking for the following to do a photo shoot to put together the concept art.

I’m looking for performers as the following:

The Cat Herders

The Acrobat – I have a volunteer

The Burlesque Trio

The Stage Manager – I may play this role if I can’t find a body. Don’t do that to me. Anybody know how I can contact Zooey Deschanel or her agent?

The Road Manager – I have a line on this one, but he hasn’t said yes yet. Still waiting for an up or down from him.

The Comedian (or Comedienne) – ditto on a line. Done!

The Young Lovers (“Get him away from me!”) – Done!

The Diva – do I need to explain? – Done!

The Ingenue – help!

The Tap Dancers – ditto!

The Devil – and he’s perfect

The Voice of God – ditto

The Devil’s Attorney – help!

Props Needed:

The Contract

Heavy pen

A heavy rope

Silks, preferably in red, but whatever you’ve got

Pack o’ cigarettes

Cigars

Costumes:

The Ant and I will probably make most of this, but if someone wants to design and construct for the shoot and film, I will not say no.

Obvee costumes for all of the above as well as:

Carmen Miranda type costume, including headdress o’ fruit

Shabby Dogsuit

Robes/kimonos for performers in between costumes – one down, more would be lovely

Location/Venue:

A rundown theater

A rundown bar

A crossroads in the middle of frikken’ nowhere

And as always, I’ll add/subtract to this as I go. Any and all feedback, welcome!

This will be for Deferred Pay and will be a SAG Low Budget Production, so if you are Union, don’t worry. I will have the agreement in hand and yes, there will be pay.

Here we go!

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That’s a lot of mad, crazy, sad right there and wonderful, all together. It’s Sunset Boulevard and DeMille and faded Hollywood golden age and if this place isn’t a Wonderland of its own kind, I don’t know what is.

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Print sale is still going on. You can see the details here.

I’m also at a crossroads of sorts. Next year is already shaping up to be very full. With the marathon in March and the prospective trip to Hawaii in October, the two other big rocks that I’d like to move are looking odd in how to fit them in. I want to get the Alice Assassin gallery show out in the world and I also want to really get started on Vaudeville Goes to Hell. Both require financing. Looking at it, I’m probably going to be running two separate crowdfunding campaigns with a certain amount of overlap.

Oh well. That’s life in the big city.

At least it’s good stuff to look forward to. I missed being in a decent gallery this past year. The SF gallery was a total wash and waste of time. Time to get back to the Hangar…

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