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I've been doing some tatting and working on some zines, which I think will be lots of fun since I've never made a zine before but I like the idea of making little "mini books" that only take a few months to produce rather than a few years. Because I have lots of themes I'd like to explore in my art but not a great deal of time, so zines are like, a pretty fun compromise. Plus I can sell them and make some money too which would be all different kids of fantastic. The one I am working on right now is about being the villain, or at least playing the part of one for the fun of it.

So I'm upping my photography to 11 lately, creating all kinds of cool images and backgrounds for my zine.

Flat... it's flat!!

Working on book binding some of my writing... I guess it doesn't seem like much of an achievement, but hey! Flat books! I feel pretty accomplished right about now.

kids these days

Yesterday I was harassed quite unfabulously by a craft store employee who told me that I had to be over eighteen in order to buy paint, because "kids my age" use paint to deface public property. Which would have been logical if I were buying spray paint, but I wasn't. I was buying water color paint, the expensive artist brand that costs like 50$ (and yes, I obviously used a 60% off any one regular priced item coupon. I'm not dumb) and come in a tiny box. Clearly, people are going to use that to deface buildings because clearly, we've all seen teenagers in gansta rap hoodies on the side of a building holding a container of water in one hand and gently brushing the side of the wall with a small brush in the other. I didn't have my ID so I just went to the back and gave the manager a stern talking to about how it is ridiculous to profile people based on age, that nobody uses expensive artist watercolor to do graffiti, and that I am in fact, over twenty years old and I demand to be treated the same as every other adult who walks into their store even if I look like a douchey hipster. I also enjoyed buying a nice big pad of water color paper for 5$, even though I prefer a heavier weight paper, 30 pages for 5$ is a pretty sweet deal.


I now have my paint.

the imaginary cult

Superhell! was my most popular fanfic, which always made me happy because people enjoyed it for the satire and then some readers didn't get the satire but loved it anyways and became the point that proved the satire. And then I finished all 100k+ words of Superhell!..... the fanfiction, and started Superhell! the novel.

But Superhell! lives on quite privately, in five notebooks, all of which are silver glitter covered ones. Superhell! continues to be my most well loved story, and the thing of mine that gets more pageviews per month than any of my stories, and my old Superhell! site still gets a lot of people who go to it just to reread the story and my printed volumes of Superhell! had three short runs. It was amazing, and I am still really grateful for all the friends I've made writing Superhell! and all the people who are still hanging around, waiting for the novel re-write to show up.

But it's been a year and I've been writing a whole new Superhell! The page has turned for me. I am a different person than I was three years ago, and Superhell! the novel is NOTHING like Superhell! the fanfic. It is stronger, more coherent, and the points it makes are biting and honest. It fiction that is "truer than the truth". I am writing a book that I believe it, and I really hope that everyone else believes in it too. I hope that when I finally release the novel Superhell!, people will be blown away by how different it is. Superhell! is it's own movement, and it's own book, and it's own genre. I am truly proud of what it is so far, I truly believe it is going to be one of the most groundbreaking and innovative novels written in this century.

You'll just have to wait and see. :)

Sometimes I feel like I do not have a 'refined' enough image, y'know what I'm talking about. So many people have their own little box that they fit into, and even when you talk about creative arts and crafts and writing, where being unique is seen as the 'thing to do' people still have their little boxes and niches online which really helps people get more viewers, and I guess I don't really have that at all. Everyone has their own little schitck, and I have... well, me. I'm too weird to be liked by even the weirdoes because you can't predict what i will do. I like nerdy stuff, I like cosplay, but I also like frilly clothes and postmodern literature and making lace, then wearing glitter ad pleather pants. Whatever people want to watch or follow someone online they have a reason why, "they post cool photos" or "I really like what they make". But when you make so many different things and have such a long, laundry-list of what you like, it's kind of hard to get to get anyone to pay attention to you. Someone may like my photos but they don't like my silly drawings about homestuck, but they may like my silly fandom art but they may hate my legit writing.

Everyone has something they are good at, some people are good at photomanips, some people draw fanart, some people sew stuff, and...
I have a few dozen things I'm great at and that is way too confusing for most people to understand. I post about sewing one day, then I post about anime, then I do some crochet, then I post a few nature pics and then I draw people being mutilated and then I write a story about vampires.

The point is that everyone has their key feature that attracts similar minded people to them and I have my mind wrapped around too many things.

Lately I've been feeling like my style is channeling a dandy version of Courtney Love. Because it is fall, aka cool jackets and sweater season and I have been getting hella enthusiastic and making jackets and vest all summer to prepare for this glorious season. And scarves. Oh boy do I love scarves.
I have an entire garment rack of outerwear.... and I recently bought two new cardigans for 15$. Score.