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Aug. 15th, 2010 11:30 pm( Deutsch )
One of these days, I swear, I will learn how to take pictures decently and without a shitton of lighting issues. Or smiling issues. Or nervousness. Till then, you get me looking over-lit and sullen. But with the first layer of Cheetara makeup! And no base. I think I may need a paler-than-usual base or something. Not sure yet.
( Piccy )
( 30 days of writing )
5. By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about “youngest” and “oldest” in terms of when you created them?
Ummm. Youngest character. I'm trying to think and I'm not coming up with very much, especially considering I write characters from a number of different points in their life. Maybe my youngest character, consistently, is Jacob? Astrid's son. Or maybe not.
Oldest is probably Sam. He's also my second or third oldest in terms of when I created him. Sam is as old as narration and story itself, so he's definitely the oldest. And he's also one of the oldest in terms of when I created him simply because I created him ... 7 years ago? 8? Something. Morgwyn, the star of that really old novel I was telling you all about, and Brandt, the antagonist, are definitely the oldest. Everyone else sort of either faded away or came after that.
Unless my November of ridiculous amounts of Nano was before that. It might have been. I honestly don't remember anymore.
Right. I did very little to no writing today, but I did manage to get 2/3 of the Big Sky Riding Skirt done. Plus a makeup test run. Plus only getting up at noon. Plus exercise. Plus German. So I call it a win. I also discovered that the Big Sky Riding skirt is a) ridiculously complicated (but I've only made two mistakes so far!) and b) ridiculously appropriate to a Herald's Whites. I am now trying to resist going back to the fabric store and getting some white corduroy or something so that I can run around in Herald's Whites one day. Because, seriously, all I'd need would be the skirt. And I can make that. But I'm being good. Really.
Um. Things. Stuff. Fray check is useful but reeks to high heaven. I am never, ever making anything that requires ... no, check that, I'm just never making anything again that's that prone to fraying. (Where, ever again here means, until I forget, but still annoying.) I keep forgetting how irritating it is to sew massive amounts of fabric in a skirt but by god this thing is going to look awesome. And now I remember why I dislike sewing in summer. Even with the A/C on that iron is fucking hot.
Also, Carter from Eureka is going to be at Dragon*Con. Also, he needs to learn NOT TO POKE THE SORCERER. CHRIST.
The end.
One of these days, I swear, I will learn how to take pictures decently and without a shitton of lighting issues. Or smiling issues. Or nervousness. Till then, you get me looking over-lit and sullen. But with the first layer of Cheetara makeup! And no base. I think I may need a paler-than-usual base or something. Not sure yet.
( Piccy )
( 30 days of writing )
5. By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about “youngest” and “oldest” in terms of when you created them?
Ummm. Youngest character. I'm trying to think and I'm not coming up with very much, especially considering I write characters from a number of different points in their life. Maybe my youngest character, consistently, is Jacob? Astrid's son. Or maybe not.
Oldest is probably Sam. He's also my second or third oldest in terms of when I created him. Sam is as old as narration and story itself, so he's definitely the oldest. And he's also one of the oldest in terms of when I created him simply because I created him ... 7 years ago? 8? Something. Morgwyn, the star of that really old novel I was telling you all about, and Brandt, the antagonist, are definitely the oldest. Everyone else sort of either faded away or came after that.
Unless my November of ridiculous amounts of Nano was before that. It might have been. I honestly don't remember anymore.
Right. I did very little to no writing today, but I did manage to get 2/3 of the Big Sky Riding Skirt done. Plus a makeup test run. Plus only getting up at noon. Plus exercise. Plus German. So I call it a win. I also discovered that the Big Sky Riding skirt is a) ridiculously complicated (but I've only made two mistakes so far!) and b) ridiculously appropriate to a Herald's Whites. I am now trying to resist going back to the fabric store and getting some white corduroy or something so that I can run around in Herald's Whites one day. Because, seriously, all I'd need would be the skirt. And I can make that. But I'm being good. Really.
Um. Things. Stuff. Fray check is useful but reeks to high heaven. I am never, ever making anything that requires ... no, check that, I'm just never making anything again that's that prone to fraying. (Where, ever again here means, until I forget, but still annoying.) I keep forgetting how irritating it is to sew massive amounts of fabric in a skirt but by god this thing is going to look awesome. And now I remember why I dislike sewing in summer. Even with the A/C on that iron is fucking hot.
Also, Carter from Eureka is going to be at Dragon*Con. Also, he needs to learn NOT TO POKE THE SORCERER. CHRIST.
The end.