Patrick rocks my world

Patrick Farley’s guest story for Dicebox, “Don’t Look Back,” has begun, and it delights me no end. (permalink)

It delights me so much that I must share a peek of his interpretation of Griffen here:

As Kip put it, “she’s workin’ the Thin White Duke.” Which is true and so very, very appropriate. I always say that I learn something new about these characters everytime someone else takes a stab at them—in this case I think a better idea of the look Griffen’s college band might have sported among other things.

All I know about what follows is the decade he’s paying homage to, the one we both grew up in and has influenced us in ways we are reluctant to admit (well, I am anyway) He promises it’s only going to get worse which naturally has me eager in anticipation.

As usual, I’ve been keeping ridiculously busy in my “time off” but I did manage to provide Dylan Meconis with a fill-in for this week’s Family Man, a companion piece to one I did earlier. Always nice to have a chance to tackle something different.

So close

Alright, so, just one page of Dicebox this week as opposed to the two I was hoping to do in order to compensate for last week. And honestly, I’m glad of even that one, all things considered.(permalink)

As you’ve probably noticed, I don’t tend to post in this journal when I fail to make an update– I figure everyone has enough Internet noise as it is. Though I am willing to do so if folks find it helpful or even courteous.

At the risk of jinxing myself, next week should see the end of Part 8: Birds of a Feather, which has gone on about two months longer than intended, thanks to a certain fetus.

Homestretch

Page 29 of “Birds of a Feather” marks the beginning of the last Chapter of Part 8 of Book 1 of Dicebox. (permalink)

Yes, it used to be Chapters and Scenes, but I reasoned my way to parts and Chapters a while ago. Eventually I’ll update everything to reflect that. In all my spare time. Wherever that went.

Trials and tribulations

That goes for some future plans for Rhys hinted at in this page as well as my own. (permalink)

Mine have to do with my pregnancy, natch. My Body is a treacherous and willful beast these days that seeks to thwart me as often as possible. In regards to my producing Dicebox, the latest point of contention is that we’ve apparently developed a daily sitting limit–and most of it is taken by the day job during the work week.

I argued with my Body last night around 9pm, when I had maybe a half an hour left of work on this latest page and it insisted on calling in quits:

Me: Oh, come ON! Just til 10pm, we can do until 10! That’s nothing!

Body: Nope.

Me: Don’t be such a baby.*

Body: Feel that ache in the back? In your legs, your throbbing feet and head? It’s not getting any better unless you lay down, NOW.

Me: “whine”

Body: That’s what you get for having sex with Kip…

Me: But we LIKE having sex with Kip!

Body: Yeah, well, what has he done for us lately?**

And so it went. As usual, Body bullied me to bed. And proceded to oversleep so I had to bang out the last little bit of this simple page in a frantic pace before hurtling to the day job.

(Stupid Body. Just wait until November and I don’t need to worry about the effects on Taran. Boy, are you in trouble then. Yes, indeed.)

* Sorry, Taran, no slight intended
** My Body’s an ingrate, Kip, we both know this.

Yes, you can have update

Here’s most of page 23 of Dicebox Part 8 : Birds of a Feather. (permalink)

Life continues to be very hectic and bumpy for me in both good and not so good ways. As I mentioned on the Dicebox home page, I will update weekly (gods willing) though I might miss Wednesday from time to time. If there was a better day for an update, I’d pick it, but there’s not.

Now, part of the solution folks suggest for me to grab a little more time for myself is to have Beezel impersonate me at the day job. (Thurber is usually suggested to take Kip’s place.) Well, that wacky Dylan Meconis actually did a mock-up of what that might look like in order to convince me:

It did make me laugh right when I needed it.