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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Random Song Of The Week #31

Yeah, I was late this week. I was having a rather bad day yesterday, so I didn't get around to posting the next RSOTW. But here it is, something that I think most of us that live anywhere where it snows can appreciate:

Heywood Banks -- Wiper Blades
Album -- Difernt (1999)


o winters here with all the ice n snow
n the surly slush upon the road
the salty spray upon my window
makes me wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

salty spray from semis that do pass
they turn my windshield into bathroom glass
i turn the knob but i come to the conclusion
that i did not fill up my washer solution

my wiper wiper wiper fluid
my wiper wiper wiper fluid
my wiper wiper wiper fluid
i wish that id replaced my wiper fluid

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades


down the expressway 80 mph
i can make out headlights, taillights, frosted shapes
but down by the dash there's a clearing where both
blades do scrape
i can see fine if i lay on the passenger's seat

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
"one time on delay"
my wiper.............wiper..........wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Spammers, You Are The Bile Of The Interwebz!

Seriously! Because I'm getting tired of being bombarded with spam messages (most of them from my The Next Big Thing post), and since no one ever writes me an actual comment anonymously, and I'm tired of seeing new comments pop up in my email only to be spam, I'm disabling the ability to comment anonymously. Sorry if it's any inconvenience to the real people out there and are not spam bots, but like I said, no one comments anonymously, and I'm tired of dealing with it. I hope it at least takes care of some of the spam. Have a good one!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Random Song Of The Week #30

Today I share two songs for the Christmas season.

Enya - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night)
Album - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night), First Release (1989); And Winter Came (2008)




Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.]
Cách 'na suan dís araon, [Soundly in slumber, the pair together]
Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis [The pair and love, watching with affection]
Naoín beag gnaoigheal [The small bright beautiful child,]
ceananntais caomh [darling little one.]

 
Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]
Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]

 
Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.]
Aoirí ar dtús chuala 'n scéal; [Shepherds first heard the tale]
Allelúia aingeal ag glaoch. [The angels crying out Alleluia.]
Cantain suairc i ngar is i gcéin [Lovely chanting near and far.]

 
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.]
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.]

 
Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.]
Cách 'na suan dís araon, [Soundly in slumber, the pair together]
Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis [The pair and love, watching with affection]
Naoín beag gnaoigheal [The small bright beautiful child,]
ceananntais caomh [darling little one.]

 
Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]
Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]


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 Jill Tracy - Coventry Carol
Album - Silver Smoke, Star Of Night (2012)



Coventry Carol is a Christmas song which dates back to the 16th century and was performed in Coventry England as part of a mystery play called The Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors.
Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever mourn and sigh,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
 
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Character Sketch—Izsák

So I took a break from writing yesterday because I had the itch to draw something, but when I got pencil in hand and paper on desk, I couldn't get my hand to draw what my mind was seeing. Hate that! I wanted to draw this image of my character Izsák, servant boy to my main character Vlad, sitting in a window seat gazing through the window with a leg bent upon the seat of the bench and his foot tucked beneath his other leg, holding onto a pillow. I can still see it in my mind, but I'm so out of practice with drawing the human form, which used to come so easily, that I couldn't get the position right. I drew comic book characters back in the day, all the time, and that was how I got used to drawing the human form in many positions. Nope, couldn't do it today. I made several sketches trying to get it right but I gave up and went to trying to draw his face. Key word, trying. Eventually, though, I hit the jackpot, sort of, and came up with this profile sketch:

Izsák, drawn by moi.
The photo doesn't do it justice, of course. This is pretty close to how I envision him in my novel, blue-eyed and freckle-faced. I couldn't quite capture his adorableness, but I may give him another shot sometime in the future.

Anyway, since we are on the subject of Izsák (pronounced Eesh-ahk), I might as well let y'all know a little about him. As I said, he is my main character Vlad's servant boy. They are introduced to each other when the King of Hungary assigns him to Vlad during his stay at the palace in Buda, and at the time Vlad does not speak an ounce of Hungarian, and Hungarian is the only language the boy knows. Vlad quickly learns the language, though, with his mentor Ion's help and Izsák's. At first Vlad can't tolerate the hyperactive twelve-year-old, but over the course of the novel he sees how dedicated the boy is to pleasing him and begins to ignore the things that irritate him and comes to appreciate how wonderful a young man Izsák really is. He goes as far as to teach Izsák how to read and write while he himself is also learning, teaches him how to loose a bow and wield a sword, though the latter two the boy has trouble grasping. Through thick and thin, Izsák remains faithful to him and even offers to risk his own life to help his lord when times get dangerous. The two become the best of friends.

So there you have it, a short run down on one of my favorite characters in my WIP. I hope you enjoyed the visual and maybe one day you all will get to meet him if I succeed in publishing my book.

It's Doomsday!

So, it's 12-21-12, and I feel fine!

Jill Tracy - Doomsday Serenade
Album - Diabolical Streak (1999)


We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
Pigs will be flying through the sky
Upon the 12th of Never
Half a quarter past forever
Stricken with the Rapture
We will watch the world's demise

 
We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
A hint of Armageddon fills the air
Now that Hell has frozen over
And the sun is growing colder
We'll be drawing closer
Because there's no more time to spare

 
We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
A shower full of frogs and toads
But as bleak as it may be
Apocalyptic reverie
Hand in hand we'll tiptoe
Through the carcasses and bones

 
The air is too thin to breath on Doomsday
At last we face the reckoning
And blood will fill the sea
Cobwebs will cover you and me
As flames engulf the remnants
Of this grand catastrophe

 
It's Doomsday

It's Doomsday
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So, how are y'all on this fine doomsday?

Monday, December 17, 2012

New Look To The Blog.

I got bored of the autumn trees look, so I decided to go with this winter-themed look, at least until the end of winter (though winter has yet to show around these parts.). What do you think?

Also, I wrote another 2400 words the other day. My writing just comes in spurts, I suppose. Getting that much closer to the end, thank goodness. I'm already over 170,000 words into this novel, almost where I was when I wrote it the first time 15 years ago, and I'm only about halfway through the story of the original draft (which I have to split into two, no questions asked). The original draft is mostly irrelevant now, but some of the plot points remain. Im'ma gonna have to do some chopping I guess when editing time comes and do some real tightening of the prose, but I'll worry about that when the time comes.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Random Song Of The Week #29

Steppenwolf -- Magic Carpet Ride
Album -- The Second (1968)




I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

You don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Random Song Of The Week #28

Clannad - Caide Sin Do'n Té Sin? (What is it to anyone?)
Album -- Banba (1993)


Since the video has the words in it, here's the translation:

I went to the fair and sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a yellow guinea of gold
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go to the leafy woods gathering berries or chestnuts,
Plucking apples from branches or herding cows,
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go for a night-visit and for dancing and sport,
To fairs and races and every gathering of that sort,
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.

People say I'm without riches no doubt,
Without goods or clothes or cattle or stock,
If I a happy living in a hovel,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I a happy living in a hovel,
O what is that to anyone else.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Seduced By Wilde

His portrait, that is. For the past eight days I had been working on my latest art project, a graphite portrait of Oscar Wilde. My writing was put on the back burner for the entire time I worked on this, the reason because I was just too caught up into drawing this picture, and I was anguishing over the current scene. Nothing was coming out like I wanted, so a little time away was in order, and what better way to take a break from writing than to draw something, especially if that something is Wilde. So, without further ado, I will take you on a photo by photo progression of my work. Also, the photo quality is pretty crappy, not professional in any way, just so you know.

Days 1-2:

Outline of Oscar complete. I started the outline by doing some minor tracing (yeah, I cheated a little) with my light box just to get the major lines down, then I drew in the finer details of which even those changed as I progressed with the drawing. I started that on Dec. 1st, but couldn't finish it until the following day since the boyfriend decided he wanted to go out for his birthday or something. The nerve! Anyway, on Dec. 2nd I finished the outline and took a picture of it, and enhanced the crappy photo so the light line work would show. After the photo was taken I shaded in the background.


Day 3:

The background shaded, I had the idea to add in Oscar's signature to all of the open space on the upper left hand side of the drawing. So I scoured the internet (in about two minutes) and printed off a copy of his signature with the printer. Then I took my softest pencil (8B) and rubbed it over the back of the paper beneath the signature, then I set it where I wanted the signature to be and traced over it with a pencil, transferring the signature onto the drawing. I then darkened the transferred image with a 2B pencil. I then worked on the arm of the chair, his arm, hand, gloves, cuff, and part of the coat. I start with the lightest shade first and darken as I go, shading in layers over layers because it is easier to erase a mistake when it's light than when it's dark. My principle pencils (Staedtler Mars Lumographs) are shades 2B and 4B, but I also used HB and 6B here. 2B and 4B are my workhorse pencils for this drawing. I also used tortillions and blending stumps and a kneaded eraser for the blending of shapes and shadows, and lifting of graphite for highlights.


Detail of hand.

Detail of signature.

Day 4:

He now has a leg, shoulder, part of the breast of his coat and collar, and the staff is shaded in. The blackest areas I used pencil 7B which must not be graphite (as well as 8B) because of the difference in the shininess and overall look of the blackness. I used it on his coat.


Days 5-6:

Day five proved to be a day where I didn't accomplish much. I drew the hair on the right (our left) side of his head and that was it. I was actually busy that day and had only enough time to work on that little. As you can see from the progression photos, I was working left to right. I'm right-handed, so to keep from smudging any areas I have worked, I just work in sections going left to right. Day six I finished his hair, face, hand, left shoulder, and part of the breast of his coat.



Detail of face.

Days 7-8

Day seven (Dec. 7) proved to be the day I accomplished the most with this drawing. By now I was reaching the 3/4 mark, and by then on any drawing I am getting tired of working on it and wanted it done. I spent most of that day working on this drawing and little else. I finished everything but his leg from about the crotch area on down. I finished the chair he is sitting on as well. Day eight (Dec. 8) I finished his leg, which didn't turn out as good as I would have liked, but by now I didn't care and wanted it done. I also added more shading to his cheek and drew in the dark border around the image.


Hope you enjoyed my day by day progression with the fabulous Oscar Finagal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (what a name, makes me exhausted just reading it). Now to get back to torturing  Vlad and his friends.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Random Song Of The Week #27

Adam Hurst -- The Secret
Album -- The Secret (2011)


Cello and piano, one of his best songs in my opinion, but much of his music is great. And he's a snappy dresser.