The Fictionarium

So I dropped out of the Jazz Festival performance thing.

Or so I thought.

I went to go hang out at my parents’ house on Wednesday, to eat some food that was definitely not good for me, go swimming, and enjoy my parents’ company, which I honestly do. My dad told me some funny stories about drug testing people at work (relevance: I had gotten randomly pulled for drug testing at work that morning) and my mom, as usual, is just absolutely delightful (hi, Mom!) and has been sketching some character portraits for me for Scurvytown. So far my favorite is the mannequin she drew, though her outline of Poke is pretty darn awesome as well. I need to scan the drawings I’ve borrowed (with the sole purpose of scanning them to share them here, der!).

Anyway, while I was checking my email and such before dinner, I got a message from my friend Roy, who said, hey, write something for the Jazz Festival. All I had to do was look at one of his paintings and do a reaction to it. So later that night, from the comfort of my parents’ basement, all snuggly with my favorite penguin/Christmas blankey, I fleshed out a little something. And I sent it off to Roy, who sort of blew a gasket immediately about how good it was. But by the time I read his reaction, I was halfway through a second part to the poem. And then, because why not go completely apeshit at that point, I made it a trilogy.

And if you’d like, you can read it here, and see an image of the painting.

I am heading downtown in a few minutes to read this in front of people, and I am a little sorry I just ate dinner because I am feeling super nervous about it.

Wish me luck!

Yeah, so Scurvytown now has a facebook page. Right here.

Yesterday, I not only created that page (since I spent most of the week slacking on writing), but I also wrote a small letter from Captain Tullis as filler for the skip week. It was pretty funny, and it started out with a purposeful misspelling. At first, I had started out spelling everything all silly and using bad grammar, but changed my mind about one paragraph in. The tone of his letters are a bit more advanced than one might expect from the Captain, but I just went with it because for the joke to work, it needed to be clearly written.

And why is this different than his tweets? Well, I dunno, maybe he has issues with keyboards, especially while completely tanked? I guess? I don’t suppose it really matters, so long as the funny is there.

I have a few other ideas for Scurvytown that involve a couple of characters branching out on their own with their stories. But this week, the plan is to get back in the swing of the weekly serial, and get the story back on track. But this will meaning reading the entire project in it’s entirety first (ugh that sounds daunting) or at least the last couple of episodes. I think this is a Poke week, folks, that is to say, focusing on the character called Poke.

I have a few things ebbing away at my productivity this week. Oh, if only I could drag myself away from my re-viewing of Season 7 of BtVS! Hehe, guess I will just have to put a hold on that until more important things are finished! Imagine that!

Cheers!

This is going to be a short and bittersweet blog entry because I am hella sleepy and it’s almost midnight.

I am super nervous about taking a break from Scurvytown this week. I am taking a break to print out all the episodes and edit them individually, and then, hopefully, I will find a way to construct a more cohesive narrative flow. Sort of drinking the Kool-aid of wishes, hopes, dreams, and unicorn blood here, but I think the answer will reveal itself as I work my way through each chapter.

My nervousness is pretty much entirely because I am afraid if I take one week off, I’ll want another off and then another. Well, I suppose if I try something stupid like that, I can nip it in the bud on July 30th. I have that day off work thanks to a floating holiday, so I should have plenty of time next week to construct a decent 11th episode.

For now, goodnight!