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Archive for October, 2011

The Truth About the Glass, Part 7

Friday, October 7th, 2011

So, Agatha got to thinking. I’m sure you’ve thought of what Agatha was thinking.

And now for something completely different

Friday, October 7th, 2011

I just noticed I got a mention on the Wichita Eagle site late last month (that's my hometown newspaper!).

And on that  note, I've been so busy that I haven't had much time to read my email, but I did catch this piece of Carousel of Sorrow fan art by amo wzzn. Sandwiches! And Phillip!

 

The Truth About the Glass, Part 6

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

At least, not while Constance lived.

The Truth About the Glass, Part 5

Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

This left our heroine, if you want to call her that, in a terrible position. Constance had lost a father and gained a mother who already had two daughters of her own, both of whom had gotten ideas into their heads that they’d like to go off to college and make something of themselves. Such notions cost a great deal of money that Constance’s stepmother did not possess.

RIP Steve

Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

Because I'm still trying to catch up over here, let me use this space to say RIP, Steve Jobs. It may seem silly, given that it's just technology and all, but I learned a great deal about graphic design on a Mac, and my iPod kept me company on many a creative project. Pixar wouldn't be where it is without him, either, nor the animation world. Aside from all that, 56 is just far too young to go for anyone, and cancer too unkind. He will be missed.

The Truth About the Glass, Part 4

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

Until the widower met Agatha, who curiously survived...  ...after which he married her and then curiously died.

The Truth About the Glass, Part 3

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

“The girl needs a mother,” said the widower one day. “She doesn’t have a positive womanly influence, that’s the trouble.”  So, he set out to find a new wife for himself and a stepmother for the wayward Constance. But the world in those days was a far more dangerous place than it is today. Particularly for every lady who captured the widower’s fancy.

The Truth About the Glass, Part 2

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

Constance had no friends, no suitors, and no social aspirations whatsoever. For entertainment, she collected vermin. For laughs, she went to funerals. For education, she corresponded with criminals. That is, until her father caught wind of it, and then she gardened a little to pass the time.

31 Days, or The Truth About the Glass, Part 1

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

Today is the first day of a  month-long series of artwork and storytelling. Last year, there was 31 Letters from the Previous Inhabitants. The year before that was an assortment of art and writing. This year is a 31-part story I'm calling The Truth About the Glass. And... begin!

Once upon a time, there was a widowed nobleman who lived alone with his daughter, Constance.  In most versions of this story, Constance has some other name, and she’s a very great beauty. This is because nobody wanted to hear a tale about an unpleasant young woman with dark circles under her eyes, unbrushed hair, and a knack for always saying exactly whatever would make the neighborhood children cry loudest. Then some men in suits decided to make a picture show of the flowery version, and that was that. History rewritten.   No, the real girl was nothing like a princess at all, I assure you.


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