Alex Claw

Work, work, work.

there’s two bits of news.

One is that I’ve finally created a Facebook fan page for All Manner of Bad, go here.

Two, I’ve also have begun a discussion forum around the projects and interests I have, AMOB and AH the series, go here.

Beyond that, it’s been a rush to organize the loads of work I need to do. The novel is basically plotted out, the writing must commence. I’ve also got a lot of work to do for AMOB, there’s that to deal with, along with resurrecting a couple of old projects that fell to the wayside when I hit my Month of Pain (Feb for all you guys).

But I think slow and steady is the course to take. I can’t overwhelm myself again with all the stuff that needs doing, especially when there’s a finite amount of time to do it.

Which reminds me, I’m already behind on some stuff so back to the Photoshop mines I go.

Day Four

It’s the 100 Days of Pain again, I think this is attempt number four.  I’ve been trying, trying, and trying hard to put nose to grindstone and spend a 100 days working on a project, all the previous attempts failed because of one thing.

I’m not sure what that one things was, because it’s been a damned long time since I made vague attempts at 100 Days of Pain.

Therefore, this new attempt will be one where I pretend all those other attempts failed miserably and move forward. I’m moving forward because i do have a hard deadline in front of me, one which I can’t just push back like I’ve done in the past.

Actually it’s a deadline for three things, but I’m not gonna be picky about the details.

Today is Day 4, I’d have begun at Day 1, but for some reason i seem to have forgotten that the 100 DOP had begun and wallowed Day 1 away drinking beer, eating barbecue, and watching Sucker Punch.

Definitely a good way to begin 100 days of working…

(I’ll be taking a break for Easter)

So, let’s get this puppy rolling and gather no moss.

Alright, I’m dragging this corpse out of the ditch it’s been festering in for the last few weeks. After a horrid bout of sickness, an awesome bout of slicing my drawing hand open, and another bout of pure laziness and semi “I give up, universe, take me now”, I do believe it’s time to get back into the saddle and ride this meat based beast to the slaughtering pens.

Today would have been great time to jump back into that saddle, but planning needs to be done. After nearly three weeks of not doing anything, one would think that I’d have a head full of ideas and thoughts, and plans, and… stuff, but you’d be wrong there, child. My head in those days were filled with nothing, absolutely nothing, a bit of misery and pain, but mostly blissful nothing. Now they have to be filled with something and that something is ideas that need to be thought up.

So, ideas are now being thought up and I’m doing those thinking up.

Look for All Manner of Bad to begin again on Wednesday (late Wednesday)

Look for the Alternate History Series to begin up again on Monday (next Monday).

And look out world, because there’s going to be a shit ton of other goodies that’ll be exploding all over you in the next few weeks.  I may not have uttered a thought in three weeks, but the weeks prior, thoughts were disgorged.

I’ve begun to realize that I enjoy celebrating other people’s celebrations rather than my own.  Maybe it’s a form of laziness or just a desire to hide from the attention. Either way, birthdays are one of those times I’m all like “Dude, just give me a gift card and that’ll be cool.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a big deal made for my birthday in my entire life. which is all good because big deals just often make me wonder “oh, man. they put too much effort and money into this” and I like to believe that I’m a laid back person who doesn’t get riled up for much of anything, unless you’re talking Star Trek, then I’ll bite you to make my point that Lore was a horrible addition to the villains of Star Trek cast.

What the hell were they thinking? Were they even thinking?

Evil twin? That’s like low grade Mexican soap opera stuff and doesn’t belong without he sacredness of Star Trek… but then again that was about twenty years ago.

Which brings me back to my original point. Where are my piles of gifts?

I may try to be laid back on things, but I’m also hella materialistic. So, bring those gifts, or as I’m going to start calling it in my head, tributes or offerings.

Today is going to be a busy day because there will be Travel occurring later this week and sadly no drawing. Four days of Drawing must be accomplished…

After playing Starcraft, of course.

So, the I’ve been working a head lately building this buffer for when things hit the skids and go off course, crashing into ravines, buildings, and probably buses filled with doe eyed flaxen haired children back from church camp or something.

I need those buffers for days like today, where I’m so damned lazy that lazy isn’t even the word to define it, It’s more along the lines of jellified person flesh blobbing along the floor in hopes of booze crumbs and something to eat, rodent perhaps.

But there seems to be a problem associated with building too big of a buffer that the days are becoming blurred and I don’t know if I’ve updated a website or not. Hence the loads of late updates that seem to be flourishing as of late (not that I was always Johnny on the Spot with them in the first place), but it’s some cause of nose wrinkling when I can’t seem to update on a schedule even when all the work is done and all that needs doing is pushing buttons and such.

Four days to Halloween.

I shall be watching zombies whilst drinking Zombies.

It is like when you fall off your bike, hit the ground at 40 mph, break a few bones, lose half the flesh on your leggy parts, and have to undergo seven years of physical therapy just to climb back onto the seat once more.

Yeah, that’s blogging to me.

Began out great, have ideas, still have them, but they’re are those little ideas that wander about my head parts and make head ideas.

They rarely see light of day, which I believe they should

Head Ideas much be made into pixel ideas.

I’m trying to get back into the swing of blogging again. There is a lot of news that is forthcoming, but for some odd reason, it’s like everything I do, I think it and nod to myself “yeah, got it” and then forget to put it down on computer/paper.

The external method of record keeping is a skill I need to harness once more.

Therefore, blogging shall be done and news shall be spread, and humor at the unattractive shall be shared.

You know who you are.

Speed onward, my fellow travelers. Speed on.

It’s been ten days of pain, literally. Somewhere in the midst of planning, writing, and drawing, something unfortunate occurred to my ankle. Now it hurts like the dickens, but I hobble on courageously.  Damn it, only 10 days in and my body’s falling apart.

Status on:

• Project Whiskey: Characters set, universe set. Now to plot it out and begin writing.
• Project Dead: 1000 words written. Currently waaay behind in this, but you can’t stop life from rearing her ugly head.
• Project Moo: Plot laid out, need to script it.
• AMOB: has been updating late, but updating.
• AH.com the series: It’s been held back a week, but starting Monday, it’s firing on all cylinders again.
• Bitterwater Tales: 1 story written, another planned, will commence writing today. The official relaunch of BWT has been pushed back to January as New and Exciting things are to be added, which require a longer logistic train.

Currently sliding back into the groove of things and happily knocking out some work, first draft kind of stuff, but at least some of the heavy lifting is done.

Let’s hope the second 10 days are twice as bad ass.

What is one of the most stressful times in your life? They claim moving is one of them. I can tell you with a pure righteous and near fanatical absolute that I despise moving with the heat of a million R136A1’s.  My innards cringe and my muscles weep at the thought of doing it, then the pleading and begging hits, and then finally the stoic acceptance of it all. Sort of like the stages of grief.

But thank the cloud-covered heavens that that bit of nonsense is over and now I can go back to the sole joy of my life. Reading Cat Fancy (is that magazine even still being made?).  August is going to be a busy month for me. Not because I’ve got a lot of work to do, but because I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. July was more or less a bust in productivity. One can only do so much after being struck dumb by the exquisite heat of the mid Arizona sun with the double whammy of having to pack up a bazillion years of accumulated junk and heft it miles away.

There are several things I’m going to focus on this month.

• All Manner of Bad
• Bitterwater Tales
• The Novel I’ve been more or less trying to write for the last year
• And finally a new project that’s been begging for me to give it a little spotlight.
• Not to mention AH.com titlecards and episodes. Those need to be done and I’m just the guy who has to do it. Odd that.

So August is going to be all manner of busy and I’m oddly excited to get to and put nose to grindstone, pedal to metal, and whip to donkey.

I’ve got a new cave to call home, the summer’s end is on the horizon, and the world is looking peachy keen from my POV.

The ball of fire in the sky burns everything in its wake, making air ripple and the earth wither.

It’s summer time here in the zombie infested lands of Tempe, ten years of this and I still haven’t gotten used to it. I suppose during the six months of almost decent weather sort of blinds a fellow into thinking that such weather will continue, but alas the mind is a foolish critter and makes up fanciful delusions that have no resemblance to reality.

Hell, even the walking dead know not to come out in the middle of the day.

These are the times when I think we should adopt some cultural traditions from our Latin neighbors. A fine little siesta is needed when the sun roars overhead, bathing everything in that sepia colored overwhelming heatyness.

Siestas are always needed, that post large intake of yumminess downtime to digest and recharge. Lately, things have been on the much in the way of consumption side of things. Books, articles, a lot of reading and writing has been accomplished over the last week, the downside being that not much drawing was done.

But rest assured, things will continue onward as they have before. The summertime seems to be a time of wandering off into imagination land and bringing back loot from all the pillaging of it.

There are two additional projects forming in my mind, the idea cells are multiplying and they’re at the alien looking fetus stage. Not quite identifiable as a critter, but looking at it you can tell it’s alive. I think they’ll need another six months of subconscious gestation and we’ll see how they fare.

The problem with ideas is that, you tend to have far too many of them and they aren’t always going to work out. Especially when you’re in a dry spell of ideas in a current work, they come at you with wild abandon. These ideas have done that and they’re both a welcome and a hindrance.

Currently they’re being titled as Project Gods and Project Power.

There was also a breakthrough in Project Whisky, which has been plaguing me for weeks as how to get it done, but I think I might have managed to find a solution to the problem. So, there’s a relief.

Project Zed is being punched into wakefulness.

And everything else is beginning to slowly congeal back into semblance of order

Well, the siesta is over and it’s time to throw myself back into the fray, teeth bared and claws extended.  The work is never ending, but it ending would be the horrible part.

Rock on, sunshine kids, and do stuff.

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The sky is a poisonous sepia that rains down radiation, the ground sprouts up skulls like horrid little mushrooms, and the horizon is forested with twisted metal and stone buildings reaching for the heavens like the pleading hands of repentant sinners. Disease and mutants stalk the land and the rape happy cannibals are the least of your worries. This is the post apocalypse and there is only one radio station still on the air.

Where the hell has the time gone, boys and girls? Where has it fled to? Bags packed, overcoat tucked about itself, and hat slouched low, scurrying away like some sneak thief in the night. Where has my delicious little time fled?

That’s the motto of my life, it seems. Where’d the time go? I constantly wonder, eyes blinking blearily at the bright light streaming into my window. What day is it? Where am I? (though the latter thought only comes after a hard night’s drinking).

I’m still alive and I’m still kicking.

Projects are still moving ahead and I’m beginning to realize after six months of sporadic blogging being behind and vowing to keep not get behind again is something I do about every other week.

Project Zed is finally kicked off once again.

All Manner of Bad has been plotted out and is being hammered at.

Bitterwater Tales will make it’s come back, how long I’ll be able to keep it up, that’s up to the gods to decide.

The others, the AH.com series? Well, an episode is being written and titlecards are being plotted out. There is just too little time it seems to take everything into account.

Like this blog, where my words are supposed to reach out and hug folk, that’s been long neglected. So, I’m back to square one, head full of pain and ears ringing from music that never leaves my side.

It’s the dirge of my life, but a good kind of dirge, one you can dance too, not that depressing honking noise.  It’s time to write, draw, and rock on.

Hope you’re doing the same.

Leaving ya with a bit of music.