Tuesday, April 28, 2020

I Used to Love the Rain

It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that most of us have been undergoing some pretty deep mental, and possibly physical, changes since this quarantine/social distancing thing started. There's something mentally dissident in this situation that makes it different from a vacation or a break. I'm not stupid enough to say that i feel forced or that my freedom is in question. I've always served the mentality that I'm doing my part to prevent the spread of a serious disease.

Nonetheless, there are simply consequences to my character and personality that I have had to come to grips with.

As the header up there says, I used to love the rain. Now, there is just something claustrophobic about it. When I go outside in it, it's to hide under my front porch awning. Sunny days mean days where I can walk around the yard, soak up some valuable Vitamin D and come back in a little less weighted, a lot more refreshed.

I don't take what was normal before for granted and of course, i miss it. Nonetheless, I have to be mindful of the sharp and sometimes sudden changes that used to be the subject of some fun Facebook quizzes. Now, I'm altering in such ways that I'm not always sure what brings me joy and sadness. I have to be a little less certain and a lot more flexible, have to be more aware of what brings me peace and what I am forcing too much.

Things will never be the same, but someday I may be able to love the rain. For now, it's an inconvenience. Yet with the rain comes lush green and spring flowers so I can be patient with what I can't change and even enjoy the peace of mind it later brings.

Thursday, April 23, 2020

I Caught the Writing Bug!

It's precarious. It's tenuous. It's a lot of shaky words right out of a thesaurus, but it's something! For the past couple of day, I've been working on UnHeard. Not in great marathon sessions or anything like that, but for the hour or so I've written, it's been at top speed, without doubts or hesitation, so I'll call it a victory.

I've gotten some more doll parts to work on Mena and Maxim's fashion, but havent yet gotten Maxim, the doll, nor Mena's main fabrics. Still, each piece that does come has probably had a hand in inspiring me. Even though it's been the side characters I've been writing for lately.

Again, whatever works and I hope I can keep it going.

It's exciting either way. I'm glad I decided to do some quick plotting to simplify my goals for the story. It did help massively...

Friday, April 17, 2020

Funko Pop Fun

So! Gots my Funko Pop blank today and started by getting the clay on.



This time, I used a grey primer, which is annoyingly sticky so I'm attempting to let it dry overnight before painting it. Hoping that makes it less sticky but who knows? Not me. I try something different every time.

Pretty simple colors are going on here: mostly gold, some green, some peach, but she's a green eyed blonde so the spectrum is pretty narrow. More pics to come.

It was a blah rainy day where I felt restless and unfocused, so I really didn't have much drive. Tomorrow is supposed to be a sunny day so I'm hoping it motivates me to do more.

Ah, I did do the box templates for the Funkos too. So that's something...

Might start doing a bodysuit pattern tomorrow. We'll see where I'm at once Ive woken up and get going. This time of night, I'm tired but thinking ahead and the list grows, sometimes impossibly given the time I'm productive in a day.

I'd love for some of my elastic to come to string Endramena together. Her companion, Maxim, may not be coming for a while. He's been in a processing facility in Singapore for a couple of weeks with no sign of shipping yet. Makes me nervous until my babies finally get here...

Off to get some sleep and hopefully feel charged up to get things done tomorrow!

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Who is She?

I'm going to break a personal rule to talk about my first series and be a bit of a spoiler here. If you've read my books, then you'll know the themes and plots but I also hope to encourage people to read my books who haven't. The only real way to do that is to explore deeply and interest others in the themes.

When She first appears, she is a sort of narrator and observer. Rather than taking on the sole role of author, I always saw her as an entity that was leading me through this world. But she was no god, known and powerful to these people. She was a wandering spirit, a personality full of longing. To touch, to feel, to be amongst the people whose lives she was observing.

Now the 'writer' of these books, to the people who needed their history, is Krose, a character who starts out as a thief, a never do well, who doesn't leap into action until a determined woman in a shredded wedding dress stumbles along. Yet, he is connected to She, in that their perspectives are eerily similar. When the world shifts and She becomes the Goddess Kalhmera, she even wants to put her hand in the writing of his books...

The Goddess Kalhmera endeavors to be a benevolent and good influence, but being corporeal and affected by the world she becomes a part of, she inevitably can also be corrupted by it. She is no longer the elusive She, but an entity with a name and DNA.

Like many of the villains in my stories, she is both to blame and not. It is often a quest for power or greed or notoriety or even something as innocent as wanting only happiness that can lead anyone down selfish or evil paths. Evil, like trouble, tends to find and pull anyone it snares down a rapid and inescapable path. Or so it seems. Escaping evil is often as simple as rolling out of bed, but inertia in a state of pleasure is the only thing keeping us from a simple freeing movement.

She is me, in a way. In many states of loneliness, yearning and empowerment, She is liable to be freed by villains or detained by heroes. She is affected by her world because She, like any other, is affected by expectation and rebellion and even inertia. There is not really such a thing as doing nothing since there are forces always at work, thoughts, hopes, doubts, that keep us moving and growing at our stillest.

I do hope everyone will give my books a try. I realize by introducing erotic and violent themes I'll lose people, but I wanted to write my books honestly and, to write honestly, there is a reality of humanity that must be uncomfortable.

I don't want to be the sort to enforce realities like asexuality or transexuality as tokenism either. There may be stories where the characters I explore take that route but I don't want it to be trashy and heavy handed like a neon sign either. Themes like that can easily become gaudy as they become affected by stereotypes rather than natural truths. In my second series, there is a non-binary character, not because they are consciously both/neither accepting/rejecting gender, but because they don't really care how they are perceived. The reason that is natural is because I was able to relate that as a feeling that I had as a child. I still don't get offended if I am mistaken for a man.

Now, being treated like a child? That's still a pet peeve. I'm still younger than I look and it does rankle when someone assumes they're my senior when they aren't. But that's another story.

Well, I sincerely hope UnHeard wants to return as my muse. Mentally, i know how UnHeard and the series itself will end. It isn't that I have exhausted the love for this unfinished series. It can just be overwhelming to gather and translate the details and focus it into a story. I'm also hoping that making dolls for some of the characters leads me there too. The quarantine is playing some games with my head and it's very difficult to write at the moment. However, it is still a strong hope that I find whatever I need within to finish this series in the next couple of years. Finishing a series is such a high, I cant describe it. It's when i can finally resolve the characters that never really leave me.

Hell, I haven't read my first series since I edited them prior to publishing, but I still visit it mentally plenty. In truth, I don't want to continue to restrain it to the words I had once chosen, but to visit it like a memory instead.

Hope you've enjoyed my trip through nostalgia and can someday discuss your impressions with me. Also hoping you're not shackled mentally into only seeing it as erotica. I mean, I'm still a geeky nerd at heart.

I do a whole lotta hoping. You should too!

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Craft Madness

So. While waiting for the craft stuff to get here this week (Funko Pops, paint, foam, etc.), I've been keeping busy with the new Animal Crossing for Switch and the Final Fantasy 7 Remake for PS4.

Luckily for newbies to either series, both are fresh takes rather than sequels to follow and I can recommend both to new and old fans alike. 

But again, it just makes me ache for a real remake to Final Fantasy 6. Every time I see what SquareEnix does with another Final Fantasy, I daydream of what more it could be.

Ahem. Crafts, though...

Today, I should be getting the upholstery foam to finish the 'cat couch' which, despite the pattern name, will NOT be for my cats but for my dolls. I'm still waiting for my Soom Hyperon male and some cord to string the female. I'm hoping to suede their joints, which is a term for using moleskin pads to get the joints to pose in place easier. It often takes away the need to prop them up on stands for balance, since it soft-locks the joints where you bend them.

As for the Funko Pops, I did my bard Aiden the first time and had a blast doing it, so next I'm doing my enigmatic dragon lady, Esmerelda. Technically, Talia was slated to be next but since I did a doll of her, I wanted to skip over and do a character I haven't done.

I'll have to remember to post pictures of the ones my sister and I have been doing. She is more patient than I with the whole process, but I decided I'd try to be more patient on this go. I mean, with quarantines and social distancing in place, what's the hurry anyway? Like drawing and writing, there's no reason to rush something or force myself to do anything I just can't get into.

Crafts have been healing for me. The rest may come but self-care still takes priority.

So while I wait for the mail to bring me crafty goodness, video games it is!

Take care, friends!

Monday, April 13, 2020

Mail Order Life

Now, I'm not hating on mail service here but things have gotten... slow. Painfully slow. Due to the probability that everyone is doing what I've done for years: ordering a shit ton of online crap. Yet I'm kind of stuck in a limbo as I wait for craft stuff to get here. 

Yes, there's plenty I could do. Write. Draw. Crochet. But it feels like all the things I want to do are at the mercy of the postal service. I need cord to string my doll. Another doll still has yet to arrive. The padding for the couch I've crocheted. The rotary cutter to cut out my fabric. The Funko Pop blanks to customize.

Instead, I've been playing video games and watching Project Runway. Poorly, I might add, since I'm not really feeling those either.

I'm not going to mope about the things I miss, but I do find our new normal to be difficult. My meds are getting me by, but they can't quite get me where I want to be mentally. Those are hurdles I have to overcome in my own time. There is no forcing anything. It is what it is. I've become more a creature of impulse, taking naps and trying to remember to eat, but things have become mechanical, which means I crave hands-on projects and expediency. I crave instant gratification and... Well, sitting at a computer is something else I'm having difficulty with.

I'm a toddler. I don't want naps or toys or blankets. I want that damn cookie on the bottom of the package and it better not be broken. I know I'm being difficult, but there's little I can do to ease my cranky disposition. 

I'm working on it. Things are getting done but plans are useless, now more than ever. I'm an egocentric creature of impulse, thriving on being difficult. It's not cute. It's pointless. Yet it also is what it is. The only way to get over it is to get through it. Time has different meaning. Life is showing a different path, one I hadn't prepared for. But will I make it?

Oh, hell yeah. No question. Some chapters in our stories are more difficult than others, but it's not giving up. I'm just trying to turn pages on empty sentiment, but eventually I'll pick up the pen and use it. I sometimes need to be thoroughly sick of myself to fall in love with me again. That's the eternal curse of being me, that love/hate pull that radically bends me between motivation and ennui.

We're not suffering from a lack of discipline. We've regressed into a state of internal ignorance where we have to learn from the beginning and feel out a different world. Us non-essential workers? We're facing unscheduled days and inflexible energy levels. Toddlers again. Even having things that always made us feel essential doesn't mean we can embrace them. I've sat down and hammered out words, doodled pictures, but I can't quite jibe with them. I'm not pure toddler, but somehow mixed with the unfeeling android and the eccentric overachiever. We're just not a good crowd for each other. And yes, I just confused the tense by making myself a 'we'. For the record, I'm still just a 'she' juggling with conflicting personalities.

So I wait. For mail. I'm not expecting it to miraculously soothe me. In fact, I'll probably find some new complaint to feed on. Yet, the good news is undeniable; those complaints lessen and I find more peace. With naps, with toys, with tangling in blankets. I'm not ungrateful. I'm not wallowing. I'm just staring all too well at my inner self and seeing things I'm not entirely comfortable with. As an introvert, I'm not a stranger to this game. It's never comfortable until it is. And when it is...

I shrug it off and move on. There's no great epiphany or startling depression. Once I find the balance, it's not even really peace. Because balance is about trembling the middle, what eventually motivates me includes turmoil. I'm not waiting to be happy or comfortable. I'm just running along the scales, looking for the right place to counterbalance on a solid point.

It's not a numb place. It's not ambivalent or cocky. It's always unstable, but has room for healthy amounts of cynicism and optimism alike. To some people, it doesn't seem like a life goal, but when you've tipped the extremes a lot in life, there is little better than that shaky middle.

It's all in the hips, and let me tell you, I have hips for days and I'm ready to shake things up.

Little by little, I'm setting it up and throwing it down. Watch me.