Sinking in a quagmire of illusions and Thoreau
*Side note; I will NEVER not think of Tim in concert with that song again, so long as I draw breath in this lifetime, so help me...*
ANYway.
So, with gratuitous handholding on![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
copperbadge's part, I have begun the layout process for my poetry volume. I have ten of the illustragions in hand already, and am saving spaces for the others, in flagrant hope that the artists who remain will be muse-blessed and time-gifted before I get too much farther into the thing.
I got a bit nervous about making the cut for a perfect-bound volume -- if your book isn't over 40 pages, you can only get a foldover digest sort of pamphlet thingy, -- but then I sat down and started the index, and realixed that actually, I have over 40 *poems* here, so even if each was only one page long, once I added in front matter, flyleaves, and page indeces, I'd still be over the line. As of now, assuming the best from all the artists who spoke up and claimed a poem to illustrate, and allowing some flex for avoiding widows and orphans, I'm over 70 pages.
Wow. This thing might actually turn out to be worth the price after all!
Unfortunately, due to comment rot, and me putting too much faith in Gmail, I have some poems flagged as 'claimed', the claimant to which I cannot track down at present, so there are some nudges I haven't been able to give. *Knocks wood and hopes for the best.*
Using Word for the layout process is a bit of an interesting endeavour. I'm far more used to doing this stuff with an exacto knife, tape, and a lightboard -- not to date myself or anything here, but Clue is Illustration Old Skool, yo. And yeah, somewhere Donald Sayner is laughing his arse off at me, but he's... well, if he's not an illustration God, then he at least counts as a Bhodisatva, having at last achieved spiritual unity with everydamnthing in his studio, so he's allowed to laugh at his devotees from time to time. (Seriously; when people try to write about Snape's office, with the Creepy Things In Jars? I add about a metric fuckton of books, pottery shards, baskets, bones, teeth, glass, an antique printing press, an eight foot tall African fetish statue with a cardboard sign round its neck reading "Boo!", and then turn the drafting tables into potions worktops, because that SO was the Sci Ill classroom at U of A, y'all!)
But I digress.
Actually, no. I get back to work now.
Cheers, all!
ANYway.
So, with gratuitous handholding on
copperbadge's part, I have begun the layout process for my poetry volume. I have ten of the illustragions in hand already, and am saving spaces for the others, in flagrant hope that the artists who remain will be muse-blessed and time-gifted before I get too much farther into the thing.I got a bit nervous about making the cut for a perfect-bound volume -- if your book isn't over 40 pages, you can only get a foldover digest sort of pamphlet thingy, -- but then I sat down and started the index, and realixed that actually, I have over 40 *poems* here, so even if each was only one page long, once I added in front matter, flyleaves, and page indeces, I'd still be over the line. As of now, assuming the best from all the artists who spoke up and claimed a poem to illustrate, and allowing some flex for avoiding widows and orphans, I'm over 70 pages.
Wow. This thing might actually turn out to be worth the price after all!
Unfortunately, due to comment rot, and me putting too much faith in Gmail, I have some poems flagged as 'claimed', the claimant to which I cannot track down at present, so there are some nudges I haven't been able to give. *Knocks wood and hopes for the best.*
Using Word for the layout process is a bit of an interesting endeavour. I'm far more used to doing this stuff with an exacto knife, tape, and a lightboard -- not to date myself or anything here, but Clue is Illustration Old Skool, yo. And yeah, somewhere Donald Sayner is laughing his arse off at me, but he's... well, if he's not an illustration God, then he at least counts as a Bhodisatva, having at last achieved spiritual unity with everydamnthing in his studio, so he's allowed to laugh at his devotees from time to time. (Seriously; when people try to write about Snape's office, with the Creepy Things In Jars? I add about a metric fuckton of books, pottery shards, baskets, bones, teeth, glass, an antique printing press, an eight foot tall African fetish statue with a cardboard sign round its neck reading "Boo!", and then turn the drafting tables into potions worktops, because that SO was the Sci Ill classroom at U of A, y'all!)
But I digress.
Actually, no. I get back to work now.
Cheers, all!