11 April 2014

I'll Tell You What

So April has slapped me upside the face with a wet fish (metaphorically speaking), and I've gotta slow down a little. Everything is fine. Great, even. I'm so glad people are enjoying the elephant animations, and I have to say, I am having an absolute blast doing them. So much so, I want to ease back on the pace a little.

At the beginning of the month I decided to finish my page-a-day novel this month, which will mean that some days, it needs to be a two-page-a-day novel. I didn't count on how much I would enjoy doing the animations, although I did suspect that they would be somewhat time consuming (they are, although not as much as one would think). So in the name of sanity I'm going to ease up on the pace, but continue to release an animation once or twice a week, so I can finish the little elephant's story in style and still finish my novel by the end of the month. New characters (direct from some Renaissance manual on swimming - I kid you not) are coming up in the next animation.

If you're here via A to Z, I guess I'm sort of withdrawing, but I'll be popping by your places through the linky list throughout the rest of the month. I want to see what you've got. Hope you make a habit of stopping by here from time to time.


09 April 2014

Euphotic

Okay braniacs: your definition for the day. "Euphotic" is the name for the zone of the ocean (or a lake) exposed to enough sunlight for photosynthesis to occur. It is also the most beautiful word that is also an underwater term that I could use for today's animation.

In case you missed the previous installments:
Part One: Admit One
Part Two: Banished
Part Three: Coastal
Part Four: Deluge



08 April 2014

Deluge

Is anyone else late with their A to Z posts? I'm late, but here's the "d" entry. (Congrats if you've got a dirty enough mind to titter there. Me too.)

Things are not looking good for our little elephant today.

In case you missed the earlier entries, there is a story here, and it might help to start at the beginning, unless you just enjoy looking at altered vintage postcards.

Part One: Admit One
Part Two: Banished
Part Three: Coastal





















So I'm having fun playing with images. This is an ongoing story I'm just going to try to enjoy putting together. Sometimes I think we don't play enough, especially those of us who are semi-serious or super-serious about one art form or another. If you don't play, the writing gets stale, though. Right? Let us not become stale.

02 April 2014

Coastal

This is the story of an elephant, told entirely in pictures. Although he is the main character, he isn't always in the foreground.

Part One: Admit One
Part Two: Banished



Banished

This is the story of an elephant, told entirely in pictures. Though I've taken the images from various copyright-free sources, the animations are mine. I'm really curious to see what happens to this story throughout the rest of the month. I've planned tomorrow's part, and I've got a broad sketch outline of what I think will happen, but one never knows. Enjoy!

Part One: Admit One

Part Two: Banished:


01 April 2014

Admit One

This is the story of an elephant, told entirely in pictures. Though I've taken the images from various copyright-free, mostly vintage sources, the animations are mine. I'm really curious to see what happens to this story throughout the rest of the month. I've planned tomorrow's part, and I've got a broad sketch outline of what I think will happen, but one never knows. Enjoy!



Hello all, and welcome!

If you're new to this blog, greetings! I'm a writer of speculative fiction. This month I've decided to do something a bit outside of my comfort zone: telling a story through animated pictures. I hope you'll find this a welcome respite from all the gobs of text you'll be absorbing throughout A to Z.

31 March 2014

How to Terrify the Crap Out of Your Significant Other Through Selective Book Choices

I am currently undergoing a bit of a research kick into health and wellness. As the Farmers' Almanac predicted, it has been a rough winter in North America, and a few gross events in my personal life have led me to feel pretty much like twenty miles of bad road. Lately my old long term friend anxiety started knocking on my door. (We're not really friends. I hate that fucker.) (Addendum: since I wrote this paragraph a week ago, things have cleared considerably and I'm feeling much like my old self.)

Through serendipity I came across Dr. Carolyn Dean's work on magnesium and its significant role in 800 body processes, including adrenal health, mood, and generally being able to find your inner cool. I started taking magnesium and wow. Then I started using transdermal magnesium (you put it on your skin, it soaks in, and YOU SEE LEPRECHAUNS NO JOKE).

This is all great, and wonderful for me, but for the ever-patient Dave it has been yet another process of watching the kitchen and bathroom fill with strange elixirs and new potions. While he's not especially interested in any of this he's not opposed to it either. He just accepts that this is something I am doing.

In the name of fully researching what I'm doing I ordered a copy of Dr. Dean's The Magnesium Miracle (highly recommended) and have had it sitting on the dining room table and various surfaces for a few days now. I guess Dave has just gotten used to seeing this book and taking it for granted that most of my reading material is wellness oriented right now.



Magnesium Miracle shipped with the other item I ordered at the same time. (I was trying to make the Amazon free shipping threshold...not book greedy at all, no.) This is the back of that book (sorry for the crappy photo....I was trying to take pictures with a potato).




Looks like another, uh, health book, right?

Without giving any context at all, I started telling Dave about the ideas this book is based on. See, every once in a while, in my quest for interesting medical factoids, I come across an article on "helminth therapy," aka Helminth Induced Immune Modulation, aka deliberate infection of oneself with worms (pig whipworm is especially popular) in order to correct diseases. Yes, this is happening.

Besides being incredibly gross on its own, I've long thought helminth therapy would make an amazing foundation for a science fiction / horror story. I was explaining to Dave, quite happily, that I'd wanted to write about this, but awesome Mira Grant has already done it, and I was looking forward to reading her book.

When Dave is concerned about something he goes silent. A long pause followed. He stared at me.

"This isn't something you're going to try, is it?" He's patient enough that he didn't add "I don't think I can get behind that."

I guess I should have led with the fact that Parasite is a work of fiction.


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