Oh, Bloom County, you were so very ahead of your time:
My thanks to thingunderthest.
As predicted, yesterday was spent, in part, on creature design for Alabaster : Boxcar Tales, which begins, I think, in the November issue of Dark Horse Presents. So, for Steve Lieber I wrote:
....All are tattered, roughed-up from a hardscrabble life riding the rails. Hobo monsters. Monsters on the bum. They are all dressed in ratty clothing, which should have a sort of 1920s/1930s Depression Era feel. All are bipedal. All are roughly human sized.
A: The monster referred to as Jubble. Sitting on the floor, chewing a bone. Jubble looks pretty much like a scraggly, obese rat, perhaps with shorter incisors. He's dressed only in a waistcoat.
B. Okay, now think of a weasel or mink or fisher that's been put through a wood chipper. Well, it's still in one piece, but pretty messed up. It wears a patch over one or another or its eyes. It wears a suit jacket, threadbare and patched many times with mismatched fabric.
C. Now, for this one, model the creature after a possum. A bipedal possum missing its left leg, which has been replaced with a shovel, spade part down (bent, rusted, banged up). One of the monsters ears has been notched rather severely in a fight. It's long nose is bent oddly to one side, and its eyes bug out (as do the eyes of a possum). This monster is wearing a work shirt and trousers (though the leg that is a shovel has been hacked off at the thigh). Long tail, devoid of fur.
D. Referred to as Rosemeade in the script. Start with a fox, but nothing about this "fox" is the least bit pretty to look at. The only real clue that Rosemeade is female is her name and the fact that she's wearing an old-fashioned floral-print calico dress. Blue with yellow flowers (but so filthy and torn, the pattern is often difficult to discern). She's the one with the cigar. Rosemeade is missing quite a few teeth. She also wears worn-out brogan boots. See the following URL for exactly what I mean by the boots:
E. Referred to as Cletus in the script. This time, begin with a star-nosed mole. No visible eyes. Huge clawed and scaled hands. The nose, of course, is its most distinctive feature, the pink, fleshy tentacles where its nose ought to be, with thick whiskers on either side. It has a long naked tail, crooked, broken and poorly healed, with a nasty bit of cloth tied around the broken spot. He wears a crumpled grey fedora and a ragged trench coat..
Instead of going to the sea, kittens, I did that. And signed a contract from S. T. Joshi. And answered email, and...right.
Here's the first glimpse I was given of the artwork for Albaster : Boxcar Tales (spoiler in the text panel, if you haven't finished Alabaster : Wolves; whoops, too late):
When you make music or write or create, it's really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you're writing about at the time. ~ Lady Gaga
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ~ Kafka
And I find it kinda funny,
I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had. ~ Tears for Fears
Tomorrow, begins a Mordorian Death March – not seen since the bad old days of the Beowulf novelization in 2007 – during which I have to finish Fay Grimmer (another 47,000+ words to go) in only 30 days.
In the Big Chair,