Then happen swiftly, and yet so often, they're for the best.
That's all that really matters, isn't it?
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Editing
There's been a lot of nothing going on, thanks to the storm that ran through the state. It wasn't TOO bad, but there was about 7 or 8 inches of snow that had been dumped onto us in the span of three days. Just enough to be annoying.
And now I'm working on the edit of my novelette. There's been just so much help with this, and I'm so thankful for my friends who had put it through the grind.
I'm getting really excited. I can't wait to be done with this and be able to publish everything.
And now I'm working on the edit of my novelette. There's been just so much help with this, and I'm so thankful for my friends who had put it through the grind.
I'm getting really excited. I can't wait to be done with this and be able to publish everything.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thoughts
Why does it take thirty-some-odd years for most men to mature, while most women reach maturity around twenty-five? Is there some sort of note that gets passed around in grade school saying, "Don't grow up! The boogey-man will eat your nose if you do!" or something?
Every day has me waiting rather impatiently for the loan money from school to come in. Waiting for a computer that can handle 3DS Max is starting to torture me. I really need to be working on things when I'm at home, not just while I'm at school.
The pick-up in the guitar decided to come undone this week. I still have no idea how to get it back in place.
It's frustrating to try to tell someone something ... and all you feel is a brick wall.
The costumes for Boskone 49 are as follows: something ren-faire-ish with a hint of fantasy added; a "Lady Jayne," and Jazz, winterized. I need to find some white material to turn into armwarmers and legwarmers.
Every day has me waiting rather impatiently for the loan money from school to come in. Waiting for a computer that can handle 3DS Max is starting to torture me. I really need to be working on things when I'm at home, not just while I'm at school.
The pick-up in the guitar decided to come undone this week. I still have no idea how to get it back in place.
It's frustrating to try to tell someone something ... and all you feel is a brick wall.
The costumes for Boskone 49 are as follows: something ren-faire-ish with a hint of fantasy added; a "Lady Jayne," and Jazz, winterized. I need to find some white material to turn into armwarmers and legwarmers.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
New Beginnings
I love and loathe moving. I hate change, but I've learned to accept it in my life. In most ways, anyway. At the same time, I love the fresh beginnings, the new starts. I love a clean slate. It's so ... easy. Burden-free.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said about my schedule. I've been running on the go for the last three days, and this is the first time that I've been able to sit down and actually type. Been crazy, but good. Been to a seminar, talking with new friends across the country, working on everything from a portfolio piece to fanfiction.
More tomorrow.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said about my schedule. I've been running on the go for the last three days, and this is the first time that I've been able to sit down and actually type. Been crazy, but good. Been to a seminar, talking with new friends across the country, working on everything from a portfolio piece to fanfiction.
More tomorrow.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Frozen Over
Frustrated at a situation, I took a walk today. Now, in Sharon, I live right around the high school, so walking to the lake isn't that far. Walking across Memorial Beach without a camera and a good reason wasn't really enough to get my frustration worked out. So I decided to look at one of the maps and figure out where to go from there. Taking a stroll to find the skating rink seemed like a good idea.
Thus, I stumbled upon a wooded area with maintained trails and workout stations that were built in and placed in such a fashion that they seemed to be part of the scenery.
The trail took me around a beautiful little park and in a round-about way, to the skating rink. The noise is what drew me there first. A group of guys were enjoying their day off of school and were playing a game of hockey. The ice reverberated with light doings and the sound of high-tension wires being plucked. It was eerie, captivating. The trail went past one end of the frozen little pond, looping around past an abandoned building before curling around the other end.
The chance to really enjoy a walk in a wooded area, alone, hasn't ever really come up before. The solitude was a relief. Now that I know it's there, I'll be taking more walks to the area. Not only do I need the exercise, but it helps me center and focus again. It's going to be a great way to unwind from a school or work day.
Back to unpacking.
Thus, I stumbled upon a wooded area with maintained trails and workout stations that were built in and placed in such a fashion that they seemed to be part of the scenery.
The trail took me around a beautiful little park and in a round-about way, to the skating rink. The noise is what drew me there first. A group of guys were enjoying their day off of school and were playing a game of hockey. The ice reverberated with light doings and the sound of high-tension wires being plucked. It was eerie, captivating. The trail went past one end of the frozen little pond, looping around past an abandoned building before curling around the other end.
The chance to really enjoy a walk in a wooded area, alone, hasn't ever really come up before. The solitude was a relief. Now that I know it's there, I'll be taking more walks to the area. Not only do I need the exercise, but it helps me center and focus again. It's going to be a great way to unwind from a school or work day.
Back to unpacking.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Irritation.
Irritated at an ex-boyfriend who seems determined to keep me "on tap," not wanting to break a friendship, but at the same time, still hopes that he has a chance with me. Frustrated at how he doesn't want to let go, afraid that if he does, he's broken a good thing. Well, his choices ended our relationship because I was not compromising on my values or on the decision of direction where I'm going to take my life.
For THAT matter, I'm getting increasingly jaded and frustrated with how effeminate men of faith in America make themselves out to be! They've utterly emasculated themselves! And what's worse? I'm a strong woman. I need a strong man to partner with. He must know more than me about the Bible, and he must challenge me to know more about my faith, and he must be a manly man's man! And what do I see everywhere? Ugh. Men who are doormats. Weak spines and simpering platitudes. It's enough to make me lose hope in ever meeting a man of God who is single, mature, emotionally mature, and, to be realistic, somewhat handsome. It makes me wonder where I have to be in order to meet this "mysterious someone."
What the heck do I have to do? I mean, honestly? What circles do I have to become a part of? What places do I have to be visible in? What will it take? I'm not desperate, but I'm tired of not having a soul-deep friend I can rely upon. I'm tired of the hurt that comes from an ex-boyfriend being a pain in the neck and playing hopscotch with my heart, only talking to me when he wants to and when he wants some hole in his heart filled.
After this week, I'm not taking any more of his crap.
For THAT matter, I'm getting increasingly jaded and frustrated with how effeminate men of faith in America make themselves out to be! They've utterly emasculated themselves! And what's worse? I'm a strong woman. I need a strong man to partner with. He must know more than me about the Bible, and he must challenge me to know more about my faith, and he must be a manly man's man! And what do I see everywhere? Ugh. Men who are doormats. Weak spines and simpering platitudes. It's enough to make me lose hope in ever meeting a man of God who is single, mature, emotionally mature, and, to be realistic, somewhat handsome. It makes me wonder where I have to be in order to meet this "mysterious someone."
What the heck do I have to do? I mean, honestly? What circles do I have to become a part of? What places do I have to be visible in? What will it take? I'm not desperate, but I'm tired of not having a soul-deep friend I can rely upon. I'm tired of the hurt that comes from an ex-boyfriend being a pain in the neck and playing hopscotch with my heart, only talking to me when he wants to and when he wants some hole in his heart filled.
After this week, I'm not taking any more of his crap.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Sugar-Coated Cavities
Why is it that faith is so candy-coated in America? I look at those from Africa and Asia who believe what I do, and I find that I'm sickened at the slack-jawed rote and inane platitudes Christians will often follow. The faith of overseas believers in Yeshua (Jesus) is real, concrete, and quite literally tangible. It's inspiring, uplifting. I feel like my own faith is augmented with steel girders when I'm around them.
I am almost ashamed at what I've seen of Christian Culture.
There's a fluttery frivolousness to it that just sickens me. People who try to "Prai-zuh Gee-zus-sah!" or flutter their hands around, start falling and shaking on the ground because "the Spirit is upon me!" just make me nauseous. I see no evidence of that behavior in the Brit Hadasha (Hebrew- "New Covenant," aka: New Testament), and I see no reason why it must be perpetuated and encouraged. The level of ignorance within common Christian culture is astounding, and it's insulting. Granted, not everyone can spend seven of their sixteen hours awake a day studying the Word of God, but that doesn't mean that it should be discarded! On that note, what gall people have that they would claim that the Tanakh is optional to understanding Yeshua and His fulfillment of the Law and the prophesies because "by grace we are saved"! By grace you are saved, but by ignorance, you are condemning yourself! What nerve you have to disregard the foundation to everything you claim to hold dear! The Laws were dictated and set in place for a standard of living. I don't care who you are or what faith you hold to, to see the moral lines that Elohim set in the sand for the Hebrews, their descendants and those who were adopted and grafted into the twelve Tribes is something that we can all learn from!
The amount of junk that wormed its way into "the church," of borrowed holidays that soon replaced the very holy days and festivals that Yeshua celebrated, fulfilled, and encouraged His followers to observe, is horrendous. It's an embarrassment. Moreover, the behavioral pattern expected of women in the Christian church, especially in the more rigid denominations, is appalling. Seen and not heard. Submissive to the point of being doormats. Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen with a herd of children in the house. Covering themselves from chin to big toe in shame. (Modesty is a completely separate subject, one I'll rant about later, especially the lack in our current society.) There is nothing to support that repression into virtual slavery in the Bible. What man takes out of context, he twists and changes into something to dominate others so that his ego is satisfied, such as the "wives, submit to your husbands" verse. It says that men are to love their wives as Yeshua loves His people! How much does Yeshua love His own? He died for us. He was tortured for us. So what does that mean for a man to love his wife? Hm? Think on that.
I am almost ashamed at what I've seen of Christian Culture.
There's a fluttery frivolousness to it that just sickens me. People who try to "Prai-zuh Gee-zus-sah!" or flutter their hands around, start falling and shaking on the ground because "the Spirit is upon me!" just make me nauseous. I see no evidence of that behavior in the Brit Hadasha (Hebrew- "New Covenant," aka: New Testament), and I see no reason why it must be perpetuated and encouraged. The level of ignorance within common Christian culture is astounding, and it's insulting. Granted, not everyone can spend seven of their sixteen hours awake a day studying the Word of God, but that doesn't mean that it should be discarded! On that note, what gall people have that they would claim that the Tanakh is optional to understanding Yeshua and His fulfillment of the Law and the prophesies because "by grace we are saved"! By grace you are saved, but by ignorance, you are condemning yourself! What nerve you have to disregard the foundation to everything you claim to hold dear! The Laws were dictated and set in place for a standard of living. I don't care who you are or what faith you hold to, to see the moral lines that Elohim set in the sand for the Hebrews, their descendants and those who were adopted and grafted into the twelve Tribes is something that we can all learn from!
The amount of junk that wormed its way into "the church," of borrowed holidays that soon replaced the very holy days and festivals that Yeshua celebrated, fulfilled, and encouraged His followers to observe, is horrendous. It's an embarrassment. Moreover, the behavioral pattern expected of women in the Christian church, especially in the more rigid denominations, is appalling. Seen and not heard. Submissive to the point of being doormats. Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen with a herd of children in the house. Covering themselves from chin to big toe in shame. (Modesty is a completely separate subject, one I'll rant about later, especially the lack in our current society.) There is nothing to support that repression into virtual slavery in the Bible. What man takes out of context, he twists and changes into something to dominate others so that his ego is satisfied, such as the "wives, submit to your husbands" verse. It says that men are to love their wives as Yeshua loves His people! How much does Yeshua love His own? He died for us. He was tortured for us. So what does that mean for a man to love his wife? Hm? Think on that.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Just another Thursday, turned into Friday
I just realized that I didn't post anything yesterday. Whoops! So here Thursday and Friday combined.
Been listening to symphonic rock, rock, and electro-rock a lot again recently. Within Temptation, some Evanescence, my brother got me hooked on Oomph ... It's just refreshing to hear different sorts of music during different times. I love a good score, such as Steve Jablonsky's Tranformers: Dark of the Moon, but at the same time, it's been good to hear electric guitars waterfalling through riffs. The contrast between strings and modern rock and electronic forms feels like a facet of completion of what music was meant to be.
Good news of the week! All the loan money is in. I'll be getting the Canon T3i, and I'm already lining up clients to get a portfolio running.
Been listening to symphonic rock, rock, and electro-rock a lot again recently. Within Temptation, some Evanescence, my brother got me hooked on Oomph ... It's just refreshing to hear different sorts of music during different times. I love a good score, such as Steve Jablonsky's Tranformers: Dark of the Moon, but at the same time, it's been good to hear electric guitars waterfalling through riffs. The contrast between strings and modern rock and electronic forms feels like a facet of completion of what music was meant to be.
Good news of the week! All the loan money is in. I'll be getting the Canon T3i, and I'm already lining up clients to get a portfolio running.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Recovering
It's been a rough day. But at the same time, I'm doing much better. My body is slowly starting to bounce back from yesterday's stomach virus. At this point, I'm even seriously hungry again. Going through something like this really makes you rethink your view on foods and on how wonderful it is to actually enjoy what it is you're eating.
So while I'm sitting here, getting my energy back, I've started to look at upcycled coats and dresses. So far, these are my favorites, and can be found upon Etsy:
So while I'm sitting here, getting my energy back, I've started to look at upcycled coats and dresses. So far, these are my favorites, and can be found upon Etsy:
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Long day...
I had to take the Commuter Rail into Boston, then the Red Line to Quincy Center, then the bus to school ...
From school, I went into Boston, mailed out two copies of the proof to give to proofreaders, then walked around and went to Bromfield Camera to check out the differences between the Canon T2i and T3i. Grabbed a late lunch, then caught the train back to home.
I am SO wiped out and somehow, I'm still going.
There's so much that's been discussed and that's going on right now, but in all honestly, I'm really about a few moments away from passing out HARD. Which is sounding like a great idea.
From school, I went into Boston, mailed out two copies of the proof to give to proofreaders, then walked around and went to Bromfield Camera to check out the differences between the Canon T2i and T3i. Grabbed a late lunch, then caught the train back to home.
I am SO wiped out and somehow, I'm still going.
There's so much that's been discussed and that's going on right now, but in all honestly, I'm really about a few moments away from passing out HARD. Which is sounding like a great idea.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Another Writing Update!
First off, I have made two official pages having to do with everything I do as an author. The first is on Google+ and is .... apparently hard to put a link to. That's annoying. Anywhos.
The second one is on Facebook:
www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-Fahey-Lee/206907782733324
You can follow me on either site.
Secondly, the proof copies of Gilded Cages, Painted Eggs just came in! And they look gorgeous!
Just don't click on them to see 'em close up. That picture is GRAINY.
That's all for today. I've been living off of tea and ginger snaps today.
The second one is on Facebook:
www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-Fahey-Lee/206907782733324
You can follow me on either site.
Secondly, the proof copies of Gilded Cages, Painted Eggs just came in! And they look gorgeous!
That's all for today. I've been living off of tea and ginger snaps today.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Writing
Trying to overcome writer's block is like trying to drag breath from an asthmatic. It seems to suck something directly from the soul, leaving nothing behind. Normally, there's a wellspring of ideas and concepts that are still percolating within the mind, but when there's nothing, a blankness, it frustrates me.
All I want to do is write my original fiction and enjoy escaping and writing a little fanfiction here and there.
I have to go get ready for the day. Walking to Sharon station and taking the commuter rail to get to South Station today, so that I can grab the train to Quincy Center, then the 236 or 238 bus, depending upon whichever one comes sooner. Ugh. I'm so glad I don't have to do this for work more than once.
All I want to do is write my original fiction and enjoy escaping and writing a little fanfiction here and there.
I have to go get ready for the day. Walking to Sharon station and taking the commuter rail to get to South Station today, so that I can grab the train to Quincy Center, then the 236 or 238 bus, depending upon whichever one comes sooner. Ugh. I'm so glad I don't have to do this for work more than once.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Day the Sixth of 2012
Almost didn't get to journaling yesterday. I was helping tutor one row of classmates during class again to help keep the flow of the lecture swift. Today, I'm not needed as much, and so I get to work on the lesson with the rest of the class. We're modeling hands today, and they're interesting to see how my teacher pulls them together.
Anywhos. So far, this is how far I've gotten with my character in 3 days.
Low-Poly version.
High-Poly version.
They'll be available to pick up at the Greylock Publishing table I'm manning with my Dad and Step-Mom. It's gonna be an interesting run.
Anywhos. So far, this is how far I've gotten with my character in 3 days.
~*~
Also upcoming, actual business cards having to do with publishing the novelette I've been working in for the last several months, tied in with Greylock Publishing Lines.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Eating Habits, Schoolwork
Brrrr, duuude, it's COLD today! Two pairs of pants and all I can feel is my left knee seizing up and creaking. Not cool.
That said, I had an early breakfast today, instead of waiting until 8 AM to eat breakfast. Since I'm up at 5 AM, waiting three hours to eat is definitely not what I'd call a healthy habit to make. But what's interesting to experience is when the body has been conditioned for several months to eat at 8 AM, it automatically starts getting hungry around that time.
Today's also been pretty interesting. I was able to play teaching assistant in class today, because I was ahead of the others in the lecture/tutorial that Teach was teaching on.
This is the current progress on the 3D model I'm making for the character Ronald J. Hyde, as a project for my class in school.
That said, I had an early breakfast today, instead of waiting until 8 AM to eat breakfast. Since I'm up at 5 AM, waiting three hours to eat is definitely not what I'd call a healthy habit to make. But what's interesting to experience is when the body has been conditioned for several months to eat at 8 AM, it automatically starts getting hungry around that time.
Today's also been pretty interesting. I was able to play teaching assistant in class today, because I was ahead of the others in the lecture/tutorial that Teach was teaching on.
This is the current progress on the 3D model I'm making for the character Ronald J. Hyde, as a project for my class in school.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Lá Trí, Nua Baile
Day Three, New Home. But who's counting in American anyway? Gaelic does me good enough. So far, so good with the blogging/journaling something once a day. Now I just have to get something drawn and/or write/edit something.
Getting up at 5 AM is certainly something ... else. At this point, 4 hours after getting up, I'm already flagging and about set to pass out. And I'm sitting here beside a kid who came in late, then started to be disruptive, talking about a personal project WHILE my teacher was trying to show us something on the board. I feel like only a handful of the students in this class are dedicated and are showing consistency for making the most out of their education here. It frustrates me to no end. I learn by listening, and when I can't hear a teacher because of other students and the info we're learning is pertinent to modeling?
It makes me want to tell the kids to shut up, start listening to what Teacher is saying, or get out and stop wasting time and money.
.... and as I was writing this, kid started to get up to go get something to eat while Teacher is teaching and maaaan. I have never seen him this mad before. Chewed the kid out right in front of the entire class, not even asking to see him privately for a chat. Frankly, the public chastisement was long-overdue for all the disruption that had been going on in growing variables in the last couple weeks. Thanksgiving and Christmas really relaxed a lot of the younger kids in the class to a point of complacency, losing vision of the goal of graduating and getting themselves a career from what we're learning to do in class.
And quite frankly, now he's sitting here and modeling on his own, not even paying attention to the lectures. Fail, kid. Fail.
Sweet. Now for lab time. 'Nuff said for the bloglife right now.
Getting up at 5 AM is certainly something ... else. At this point, 4 hours after getting up, I'm already flagging and about set to pass out. And I'm sitting here beside a kid who came in late, then started to be disruptive, talking about a personal project WHILE my teacher was trying to show us something on the board. I feel like only a handful of the students in this class are dedicated and are showing consistency for making the most out of their education here. It frustrates me to no end. I learn by listening, and when I can't hear a teacher because of other students and the info we're learning is pertinent to modeling?
It makes me want to tell the kids to shut up, start listening to what Teacher is saying, or get out and stop wasting time and money.
.... and as I was writing this, kid started to get up to go get something to eat while Teacher is teaching and maaaan. I have never seen him this mad before. Chewed the kid out right in front of the entire class, not even asking to see him privately for a chat. Frankly, the public chastisement was long-overdue for all the disruption that had been going on in growing variables in the last couple weeks. Thanksgiving and Christmas really relaxed a lot of the younger kids in the class to a point of complacency, losing vision of the goal of graduating and getting themselves a career from what we're learning to do in class.
And quite frankly, now he's sitting here and modeling on his own, not even paying attention to the lectures. Fail, kid. Fail.
Sweet. Now for lab time. 'Nuff said for the bloglife right now.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sharon, Day Two
So we moved to Sharon yesterday from Weymouth, and for the first time since 1995, I can't hear buses, trains, plains or a highway. The peace and quiet is wonderful and inspiring.
Today was filled with resting and recuperating. What I've come to love and learn more about is how to comfort myself and slow down enough to just be.
Resolutions:
1. Write every day, between original fiction and blogging/journaling, get at least 1k words out.
2. Enjoy more green tea, and learn how to enjoy it without milk or sugar. (Subtext: eat healthier.)
3. Do at least 3 drawings a week, either traditional or digital. Augment this with photography.
4. Get my portfolio up and running.
Short list, but I want to be able to accomplish them.
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