As mentioned in the last post, we’re getting ready for the photoshoot for the cover for Yvonne’s premier novel, Frohman’s War: Battle of Hearts. A model has been recruited to pose as the titular Frohman, and the costume itself is mostly together; Yvonne went to a Halloween party as Captain Frohman (c. 2018), and some minor adjustments will be needed for the model to portray Lieutenant Frohman (c. 1990). The focus of this post will be on two items, a sub-machine gun and a combat knife.
In the course of my continued flailing about on social media, I have managed to make a few contacts here and there. One of them, a cover artist/designer by the handle of WillowRaven (Blog Here, Twitter Here) has issued a writing prompt/challenge based on one of her uncommitted works, titled Return to Dune Towers. The pic is attached as the featured image for the post and the resulting text is below the bump. Right now it’s just a short piece, but might grow into something more later.
Not sure if happy, but we have a fan page now. The next step will be to find a fan and shove them at it.
A bunch of Yvonne’s Twitter people have been asking her if she had a fanpage, so they may link all of their fan pages together in some manner of grand gestalt, like the Constructicons if they spent less time kicking Autobot ass and more time leaking your photos and changing your settings without asking. It’s mostly going to be her interacting with it, but it will be for the universe as a whole, since it would be a bit silly to have two different sites. It’s main point and purpose will be to establish a presence, however minimal, in that part of the social media realm, and since that’s pretty much my entire mission statement on this site, I approve of her actions wholeheartedly.
In other news, conversation with the cover artist indicates things are proceeding well. Editing and formatting continues. The sun set in the West again today. So, you know, the usual. More news as it arrives.
Tuesday, 6FEB2018, 1517 Local Time (0117 AZT)
The coffee bar would be lovely, if it weren’t for all the fucking people in it. It’s a warm, welcoming space, lots of hardwood in the construction, plenty of natural light, but it’s too small for all the people in it, at least as far as I’m concerned. Never understood the affection for populated, noisy spaces. Charlotte tried to explain it to me, the energy of a public space, the combination of ten or twenty individual lives into what she saw as the perfect background noise for just about anything. I’d try to explain that the noise was nothing but noise, and it didn’t combine into anything but an ugly jumble of half-audible sentences and incomplete thoughts. It was always one of those subjects where we both agreed to sit on our side of the couch and be convinced that we were the sane one…
Sorry, got sidetracked. The coffee bar. The small, narrow, civilian-packed coffee bar. If a shootout started in here, some poor bastard might be going home without a head. Just one more step to take care of before we start things proper. Staff is already killing the various boilers and burners, security is hiding around the corners of the exits, diverting away new clients and doing quick spot checks on the ones leaving, and Susan and Minette are both in position.
Tuesday, 6FEB2018, 1211 Local Time (2111 AZT)
The faculty dining hall is, by design, quiet. About every surface that isn’t dedicated to decoration is dedicated to sound mitigation, even some of the decorative surfaces have roles to play, and as a result even during a peak time, like lunch, every table can have a conversation, at a normal level of voice, without having to try and talk over each other. Even after a few years of eating in here, I still find myself admiring the design, new details and nuances still occasionally coming to my attention. I tried explaining it to Susan once; she asked me how a person could see a dragon skull mounted on a wall and be more interested in how they kept it from acting like a giant speakerbox whenever anyone stands too close to it. Some people just don’t appreciate the little mechanical details of occupied areas. I mention the dragon skull because Minette keeps staring at it.
As I mentioned a post or two ago, currently there are 2 queries out and pending. Before starting the sending-out process, I did a number of revision passes on my query, including submitting a few drafts for critique on the National Novel Writing Month forums. During the last critique pass, there was a slowdown in traffic on the thread, and at about the 14 day mark I gave up on waiting and started e-mailing them out. I was confident that I had addressed the concerns raised in the last critique pass, and that I was looking at something usable.
More activity has happened. Feedback has arrived. The critique giver described the query (the one I sent to 2 actual agents) as leaving them “utterly confused”.