“Faffing about with my projected self-publishing foolishness” is, it appears, going to be the default setting for a while. Illustrations are being illustrated. I’ve set up a writer account on Kindle, Apple and a couple of others. I’m looking at local sourcing for the printing of physical copies.
So… the next few updates are likely to be down to three columns, just to avoid repetetive redundancy reiteration.
Also– day off tomorrow, and I need to relax, so there’s probably no film appearing after this.
I’ve given myself license to lounge, writing-wise, until the new year when I shall spring into action like a crowd of Harryhausen skeletons. Dealing with the still-air temperatures this week is enough creativity.
If anyone out there is shouting “What the hell are you thinking?!” they may rest assured that I can’t hear them over the screeching of my own internal critics. Updates as they develop… which given the careful approach to this unknown country I’m adopting, will probably not begin until Mid-January.
† It’s my birthday and I’ll use the same pen as the previous day if I want to. ‡ I have never taken my birthday off prior to this year. I recommend it, to be honest, if it doesn’t make life too miserable for co-workers. There is, however, still a price to be paid… ³ Never be The Indispensable Man. I’m not, really, anymore but I’m still not easily replaced despite writing and polishing instruction manuals for the past couple of years. ¤ The Skrip is NOS, just opened on the day of pen-filling, but isn’t quite contemporary to the pen; it’s got the red label from the last days of the dip-well bottles. The Quink, on the other hand, is possibly slightly older than the pen but definitely from the same rough era of manufacturing and also unopened until I got my mitts on it. I don’t know how this happens.
I’ve just realized that a couple of my published stories are past their exclusivity dates and in anthologies that are not easily accessed online. Stand by for action on the other site!
First Friday in November means Fountain Pen Day! As is my tradition on this festive day, I’m just going to throw up some chances to ogle pens.
I cannot say I recommend the last video as a model for good handwriting technique, but if he’s happy I’m not going to say he needs to amend his ways. I’m no paragon of all virtues.
Today’s pen: Pelikan 140 (because I always try to use a favourite on FPD) Today’s ink: Pelikan Blue-black (because it has been a loooooong time since I put this ink in this pen, and I quite like it, too)
This is overstating the matter (CLICKBAIT!), but I am definitely inclining lachrymose because of onions. Well… onionskin, which has nothing to do with actual onions.
If Alexander the Great can weep because he has run out of world to conquer, I’m allowed to get misty for lack of an item of stationery.
I can cure my sadness more easily than the Macedonian wanderer, and I probably will order one before too much time goes past.
I won’t urge you to also get one, but if you haven’t experienced onionskin… you’re missing a treat. Among my early memories is finding a small supply of onionskin in my father’s home office supplies, and being amazed at it. It’s neat stuff.