No book of mine is EVER going to be worth 37 dollars, much less 69 USD. What the hell are these people thinking? Really, these are prices for used copies of Sinner’s Gin. Used. I fear what they’ve been used for. God, I hope no one is actually ever contemplating purchasing these.
Why is this door closed? This door cannot be closed. I shall open it for you.
Hah! I am inside!
What are you doing? WHY are you under that watering thing? What madness is this? I shall save you… nope, you are on your own. Good luck. That is water. You are on your own.
Why are you still in here? DO YOU NOT SEE THE WATER? ARE YOU STUPID? GET OUT OF THERE!
Here, I will open the door wider so you can see how to escape.
God this human is stoopid. I shall leave her to drown.
I am back. GET OUT OF THE WATER! Oh good. You finally see reason. No! DO NOT TOUCH ME! YOU ARE WET!
Goddamn human. Save them from dying and they smear themselves all over you.
Pork roasted with tomatoes and green chiles over rice. ‘Cause you know, rice.
I swear, I’ll get off the whole Kilt thing in a bit. But here… a couple more.
I could have used this in colour. I guess we’ll have to suffer. You all okay with that?
Because I love….
Okay, so not really cookies as much as throwing out 45,000 words because really, they weren’t good.
Or should I say, they were good enough but at some point, the dough gets overworked and the story doesn’t rise. This was the case of the last eight chapters of that damned WIP.
Keep in mind, something like this isn’t new. It’s happened before. If you had any idea how long it took to get Sinner’s Gin going, you’d have told me to take up knitting…something that’s NEVER going to happen. Just saying.
Characters need to gel. I don’t pretend to write great literature and I sure as hell don’t claim to be Donald Kingsbury (no really, go read Courtship Rite. Fucking brilliant book). I just want to write a story. And sometimes, the story I write sucks.
Sure, I can keep shoving at it but at a certain point in time, usually when I’m shoving a camel through a needle, I have to stop and take a look at what I’m doing and say… okay, this is shit and it’s not going to work.
All in all, it’s a pretty easy decision to make. Do I mourn the lost two weeks? A little bit but maybe I can suck in some of it back. Right now, I’m on laying down the bones again and trying to scrape off everything I’d assumed about the characters from the prior chapters. Because really, it’s all new again.
It’s actually going better. No one’s stewing in a pot of disgust and I actually have space to move the characters around. Good thing that. So, wish me luck and most of all, pray for my sanity. I’ve got some catching up to do.
I adore Dave. Seriously, he hits a lot of my buttons. *nods* Not ashamed to say it. Boy is gorgeous and funky and a bit intense.
And did I mention Gorgeous? You can tell he’s been through a lot and still… damned strong.
Okay not that I’m claiming him as Mine. That’s the song/album title but dude, if you want to get me a Jaejoong for my birthday or something, I wouldn’t say no.
I rather like this. It’s a departure from the group stuff he’s done. Very much sounding like JRock in a lot of places and of course, the whole Gothic imagery echoes are done very manga/manhwa style. Plus…shirtless Kim Jaejoong is always nice.
Here’s a link. Some peeps having trouble. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=xQuGpW0NuW8
Most definitely inspired by a pinch of District 9 and a dash of Starcraft, Kaleb Lechowski’s short scifi film, R’ha places the viewer in the middle of a rather intense interrogation regarding an alien prisoner of war. The short is interesting for the fact that it mainly involves a conflict between alien races, with no humans in sight.
Now here’s the kicker: German director Kaleb Lechowski is only 22 years old, and created this short over the course of 7 months on his own time.
Rhys Ford 