Self-indulgent anthropology
First and foremost, I’ve updated the synopsis of Lanternfly a bit and lengthened it. You can find that here.
There hasn’t been much to do lately–nothing, that is, besides the usual latte faire and school. Besides that, I’ve done little in the way of Lanternfly editing. My current plan is to round out the year (no finals–yay), take a week off to head back to New York and see my family and some old high school friends. That takes me to May 11th or so. That’s when I’ll be kicking into the second draft.
Otherwise, I’ve been pouring through old pictures on my hard drive. Like, old, OLD shit. I put them together in a facebook album. Many won’t make any sense unless you know me, but for the sake of humor, you can check it out here.
I also looked at some pictures of the places I used to write–the first being my room. I also got a few pictures of some particularly nostalgic times, or milestones in my progress as a writer. That I actually have pictures of this stuff is pretty neat, so I’m gonna share.
The image to your left is what my table used to look like when I was conceptualizing the original Hellion, then called Aura, back in 2005. If you can actually manage to read any of what’s there, I highly suggest you don’t, or consider burning out your eyeballs. This was back when the series leaned more towards high fantasy. My work is the stuff facing the camera. The stuff facing the other way is the concept work of my friend Allaya, who would join me and we’d work on our stuff at the same time. It was monumentally fun, since she’d always drag a book full of Tolkienic history and stuff like that along with her. Jeez, it’s really funny to remember all of that…

The store itself was also fairly important to me. This is how it looked in 2007 right after I got my iPhone. If you go around past the black trash can toward the right, you’ll arrive at the table, and the bar where I wrote the last 25% or so of the original story. When I got back from college and most of the original staff was gone, it was pretty depressing. Also, finding it this empty these days is nearly impossible.
It’s really weird how nostalgic you can get about places you used to write. I’ve always found writing in cafes to be pretty integral to my process since I started. Gah, I really miss that place…
Thanks for reading.
