July 30, 2011

And now, back to business

 

 I CANNOT, OR, AT ANY RATE, IN A FAMILY BLOG I CANNOT BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I FRELLING HATE FRELLING FRELLING FRELLING WORDPRESS.  I HAVE RELOADED THE $10 DOODLE PHOTOS IT KEEPS EATING, AND THEN THROWING UP IN INTERESTING CONFIGURATIONS ON THE PAGE, AND THEN ZAPPING INTO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, NOW THREE TIMES AND I AM TIRED, AND I HAVE A BLOOD PRESSURE HEADACHE, AND HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I HATE WORDPRESS????  AND I WILL TRY AGAIN WITH THE $10 DOODLE PHOTOS TOMORROW.

Our visitors left today.  Sniff.  Listen, stay longer next time, I promise to lose Thurn and Taxi.*

            Meanwhile, back at the drawing board, I’m having a little trouble with my equipment.  Last time I did serious drawing I used pencil and then inked in over it, but while I will undoubtedly do some pre-pencilling for some of the more esoteric doodles** I don’t have time for the slow sexy languorous deal with the individual nibs and the bottles of ink—I want one of those high-tech drawing pens*** with the frictionless points and a nice medium black line. 

            I went to the big W H Smith’s in Mauncester, which used to have a not-to-be-sneezed-at art-supplies department and . . . ew.  They have a few wildly overpriced kits for people who like the idea of drawing†, a few sizes of drawing pads including the A6 I think I’ve told you I’m going to be using . . . and not a whole heck of a lot else.  Frell.

            So I came home with some A6 pads, and this:

Pink! Spotty! Who can't use a few more office supplies, especially when they're pink and spotty!

Waste not, want not.  They were on sale.††

So, with the kitchen table at the mews clear of such mutable obstructions as guests, I have been wrestling with a series of ordinary stupid rollerball pens, with varying success.  Fiona and I may have to have an expedition to a proper arts supply shop.  I’m still getting my eye in, not to mention my fine motor control and my brain is still only semi-present.  But if doodles do turn out to be popular I have to have an implement that lets me throw them off without major loss of life or time.  But these will do to give you an idea.

Sample $5 doodles. Well, someone suggested a muffin with fangs.

 

More $5 doodles. I should specify that's a flying foogit, seen from above.

 

 

BurgandyIce

So… I’m following along silently ecstatic about the chance of getting something – from a doodle to a book to a book with a doodle… and now I’m a little nervous. As happy as I am to toss doodles and dollars at each other, there’s an awful lot of us and only one enthusiastic doodler. (Who has a lot going on, let’s not mention.)

I will throw doodles back! And, since you mention it . . . $15,000 would do nicely, thank you. . . .

Then again… it’s better not to think overmuch, creeping whatever-it-is. Best to avoid the logical “how many doodles per hour to doodle three thousand cool, personalized doodles fast enough to save the bell-ringers.”

Yes, I’m avoiding thinking about this too—except to say that there is going to be a LARGE CAVEAT POSTED when all of this goes live††† that again, if the doodles—including doodled books—prove popular, it’s going to take me some time to crank them all out.  I would have said that any regular readers of this blog already know about my less than mature and magnificent relationship with time‡, and while if I get 3000 orders‡‡ I will produce 3000 doodles‡‡‡, it’s going to take me a while.  As observed:  there is only one of me.  And I have ME and a living to earn.  And hellhounds.  Etc.  So . . . don’t worry too much.   Remember that these are not fine art, they’re doodles.  And be patient.

Aside from being concerned over boring practicalities, I’m already saving to buy as much as I can.

Oh good.  Goody goody good good good.

 * * * 

* I told Oisin about my drunken agreement to sing the next time they’re here and he sniggered.  Then he said, How long do you have?  Probably quite a while, I replied. 

            If not, I will have to be sure to have pneumonia.  Or at least a very large frog in my throat.  Like sort of an alligator.  

** Esoteric happens early when you’re as out of practise as I am. 

*** Relatively high-tech.  I can’t afford whatever the current fashion in to-die-for is. 

† And will take the kit home, strip the cellophane off, stroke all the pretty chalks and brushes and coloured pencils and . . . put the whole thing in a drawer and go back to whatever they were doing before. 

†† A friend recently sent me this, for some reason.  I have no idea why.

Who, me?

 ††† Which if I can get my slow butt finally in gear, should be soon 

‡ For example, all those UK edition PEGASUSes that people won . . . uh . . . several weeks ago, will be going to the post office on Tuesday.  Which is the next Fiona Day.  Any time anybody wins anything, don’t start counting till the next time Fiona is here.  The doodles I can post, but books?  Books wait for Fiona. 

‡‡ Eeeeeep. 

‡‡‡ I will also want a commemorative plaque on the wall of the ringing chamber and a quarter peal of Cambridge rung in my honour.

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