Showing posts with label in which the artist waxes (perhaps too) autobiograhical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in which the artist waxes (perhaps too) autobiograhical. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Resolved


I'm stealing Laura Lippman's idea to boil my New Year's resolutions down to single words, then to run with those words, well, in your basic Full Throttle fashion.

This year they are two:

FRENCH: Gonna work on the language. (If I'm lucky, maybe the activity as well...) I'm a little tired of being the World's Most Half-Assed Polyglot.

SERINA: Before this time next year, I want the third part of the trilogy finished. I'm going out today (The 1st on my side of the dateline) to get a new sketchbook for it, and I'll start the final chapter from scratch.

There was a third last night, but damned if I can remember what it was. Probably something about living on the moon, or finding the Lost City of Gold.

Sweet, beautiful drunk talk...

How bout y'all?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Neither Rain nor Snow...

...nor Darkest Night, nor Wicked Hangover shall keep our writer from his designated words.






Or will they?

If this pic was a guy, he would *so* be me. Even my teeth hurt.


On Day 48, the Counter reads 52,000 words. Perhaps there will be more. Or maybe I will sleep some more....