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New cover art is in! Here it is kids!

Changes from the last draft you may notice: Anglicized spelling, added some word stuff on the back part, for some reason the previews responded poorly to the color, so green it is. And yes those are antlers you see.
The printer has the art and should have the proof for me to look at in about a week.
As Ever,

A

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[originally posted here]

I figure now that American Gods has come out, I should start teasing the second most anticipated premier of the season.

So take a look:

There will be changes to this. I’ve already sent my notes in and the final version should be posted soon.

As for the insides, formatting is complete and as soon as cover art is done we’re off to the races.
As Ever,

A

[Originally Posted Here]

Today. Printers.

Not the kind you have in your house, but the kind that is a company made by people who have, well… fancy printers.

This is one of the big hurdles we tackled last winter. I’ve been through several over the past year that did not work out for one reason or another. Luckily one of my dear Emmy winning friends, Meghan Gedris (a brilliant artist and all around good human -well mostly human anyway – who just launched her latest project here and who’s work you can check out here. Snigger Warning: NSFW.), connected me with the outfit she used for her most recent books and they are fantastic.

This begins the process by which a mess of ones and zeros becomes a flesh and bone book.

The first step is figuring out formatting, then making decisions on things like physical dimension, materials, and what kind of blood sacrifice we need to make to which gods. Y’know, all the things a proper publisher usually does for you.
And a bit of art,

In the meantime, I reached out to a few people about cover art and have finally settled on a designer. We’re throwing ideas at the wall. I will give you something to look at in a week at the outside.
Oh also, the title… It’s floating out there somewhere on the internet, but you’ll see it when the art comes in.

 

As ever

A

Nano Count is six thousand something and Descent into Madness has broken the halfway mark. More about it at the end of the post.

 

I poured my whiskey in the dark.

That was my first mistake of the evening.

When Toar asked me what I wanted to drink, I told him whiskey and he told me the good stuff had all been hidden away in the pantry out of sight. There were only two people in the kitchen when I got there, Ken the bass player with long stringy hippy hair like he’d forgotten to cut its 40 years ago or whenever his band stopped touring. The other ken was chatting up Gypsy about some sound related thing or another neither of us could probably get a shit about.

I tried to ghost around them, which was difficult cause I was searching for a glass and there they right with their heads all in front of the cabinets. We helloed curtly, me pretending I just didn’t want to jump into the middle of something, but really the pair separately merited two completely different greetings and I wanted to find my way to the whiskey before anyone else arrived and did what always happens at parties; congregate in the kitchen like animals by watering hole instead of spreading out through the perfectly huge fuck of a house.

The pantry was on the other side of the breakfast room table. I found it quite roomy so after finding the whiskey cleverly hidden behind a row of soup tins I shut it behind me, which is why I found myself pouring whiskey in the dark. There were three decent bottles in there. I grabbed what I remembered to be one of the better Connemara’s, placed down my glass and opened the bottle.

It was my thought that as I was supposed to keep this collection a secret, it would be best if I made as few return trips to the pantry as possible. So I did aim to pour a little on the heavy side. Then to add to the complexity, the glass was large, oddly shaped, and quite heavy. I poured with a great amount of guesswork. I counted to four in my head, though not being able to see how much was coming out, it didn’t do much good.

When I opened the door and returned to the kitchen there were considerably more guests than when I had left, that herd of fuckin antelope. All a little surprise to see a body comin out of the pantry.

Most of the eyes found their way to the glass. Which, when I also looked, noticed, contained and a vulgar amount quantity of liquor. The other Ken, the banjo playing, scout-leading, tea-totaling judge-of-character-in-chief, led the onslaught of disapproving looks, I smiled and helloed and exited left to the back yard.

As I said, that was my first mistake of the evening. Most of the next few also involved alcohol, so I won’t bother listing them. The others were the disclosing of a secret and a shouting match with a fish.

 

 

 

 

 

 
I’ve been bad about linking and nagging, so here is the link to Descent into Madness  
if you haven’t backed the project yet, but would like to please follow the link and check it out. Every backer counts. Even just 2 or 10 dollars can make a big difference.  I want as many of you as possible there for broadcast. I’ll need the company. If you haven’t backed it yet or wish you could donate more, but can’t, remember that just sharing the link with your friends or on social media can really help as well.

A big thank you to everyone so far for supporting the project. I’ll post a final list of backers to thank all of you, but until then you can follow me on twiter @lordaddison or on facebook here
where I post thank yous and updates as they come in.

In case you noticed, I was gone. So before I get back to… I’m not sure I have a normal on here anymore… but I’ll give you a little something anyhows.

First, as to my whereabouts, for the last week of November, I was travelling and didn’t so much as open my laptop the entire time.

The day I got back here my partner Delphi was moving into her place. Two days later, I was moving into mine, thus ending my month of homelessness. Since then I’ve been getting shit together at the new place and working on other projects I will get to later.

The past two months I’ve also been working on a project which was originally just going to be a post; then it became three posts, then much more. Now I can’t talk much about it due to legal reasons I have been since advised of, so I’ll get back to you when I can about it. Strangely enough, it has to do with video games.

I finished reading Ocean at the End of the Lane, so expect a new vocabulary list soon.

This will be my ninth move since I arrived in Chicago three and a half years ago. Don’t believe me, let’s list em:

1. Lilly’s (aka a family member) – one month
2. Camp Fuck you I’m A Wizard – Moved in my significant other the Squid. This lasted one year.
3. back into Lilly’s for about two or so months
4. The Pirate Ship Paradox – with two of my friends, this lasted a year, ended when one flatmate moved out and the other moved in with his girlfriend
5. The Extra Room in Wicker Park – this was supposed to just be for one month but lasted about six, the intention was move in with Randori and our friend Birdhouse, we just had to wait till everyone’s lease was up and we were all ready to move. didn’t happen
6. Lilly’s again for two months. Gods, I seriously owe this woman.
7. The Goddmanptons. This was a crazy fucking four months. a couple (whisky and Lola), a couple dogs, a kid. parties for days. Sex ,violence, drugs. fun, interesting, over.
8. My month of Homelessness, alternated between friends’, Delphi’s, and some family for once that was not Lilly
and finally number 9. The new Place (yet unnamed, but I’ve been pushing hard for Patriarchy Palace or Blanket Consent Castle. My new flatmates seem not to understand the importance of a well named home)

I’ve finished another journal! It’s the last of my New Year’s resolution journals so now’s the point where I reread the thing from start to finish and see if there’s anything worth using, so I might be throwing up a bunch of old shit. Moving has also dredged whole bunch of shit out of file boxes so there’s even more old shit in a stack on my new fancy awesome antique desk for me to sort through and maybe use.

Completing the last notebook also means I get to move on to the one Delphi gave me for my birthday last year (I’ll get a picture up here soon).

I’ve been throwing a lot of irons in the pie right now. A few of which I’m hoping to roll out in mid October(which is now, obviously I started this post last month) what it means for the Dirty Old Blog is that it will be connected to a larger web of mediums. I’m not sure exactly how it’s all going to work, so I wont be specific, but I can tell you, it’s going to involve video.

At the beginning of the year I said that this was going to be the time for me to focus on my art and that is exactly what I’ve been doing (finally). I’ve started getting more involved the community here, I’m set to do a reading at the Redline Tap on the first Saturday of November.