Monthly Archives: February 2010

Doodling as I does.


‘Twas explaining the brushes feature in Pixelmator to one of my students and this came out of it (well, 50% of it did, I finished it off a little while ago). Modern art? How about bids start at $500,000 thank you very much.

In other news: going to the leaving do of two more colleagues tonight. I don’t think this day is going to end well… We’ll see. Straight from that to youth group so I’m now booked in for the next 14 hours.

Very much a work in progress.

I think this may be the project I go onto after Zombies and Wombat. Maybe… It’s certainly grabbed my bonce for the moment but hey, things do that.

In other news had some kind comments after I posted a somewhat sombre Facebook comment earlier, being cold and wet and having walked for an hour in the rain to have a bookshop tell me they didn’t want to have a look at samples of Sylver 3. Am warm and dry now, so two of the three issues are now fully resolved so, hey, it’s not all bad. And the positive comments always make things roll a little smoother. Have picked up a couple of hours more at college too, which I don’t have time for but could do with the money, so again things not so bad I guess. Onwards, anyway, albeit to sleep now.

Sort of vaguely a get well soon card.

Friend of mine is going in for an eye operation on Thurs hence the desire to do a get well soon card. This makes more sense to the person it was sent to but you’ll have to take my word for it that it probably raised a smile. If you’re so inclined prayerful thoughts on Thursday would be appreciated, by me more than her, but hey, it’s still good to keep these things in mind.

Long story…

Sign: Now entering Convoluted Central.

Ext shot of train slowing gently before stopping. Steam comes from the wheels. Slightly confused orange haired person steps off train and onto platform, watching and waiting and wondering what’s out there in the cold, dark, city he’s stepped onto…

Ahem, by which I mean, yet another step of the bizarrely tortuous journey of the third Dr Sylver book is upon me and therefore you, as I’m going to blog it to pieces.

So, the story so far. Five years ago (really only that short a time? Yowsa) I write a book, give it to youth groupers and enjoy the fact that they like it. Weekly they end up nagging me to get it published (because, yes, it is as easy as that) and in the end, after sending it to a number of places, Highland books publishes Dr Sylver and the Library of Everything. Reviews are better than I can ever have hoped for, especially as I only expected people to have a go at me for clumsy writing and typos (‘better than GP Taylor’ one lovely person said, ignoring the fact that it probably wasn’t – but thanks Phil, it was a high point – and sales wise I don’t think I was ever anything other than an amusement between the camps).

Then, over the next four years I write the sequel, Dr Sylver and the Repository of the Past – which again is reviewed well but less so as a sequel rather than as a computer games artists first book – create the Exile Road for Spring Harvest and Messenger for DLT. Somehow I manage to accidentally begin a fight with Bear Grylls in the pages of a religious newspaper which fortunately never spilled into the realm of him burying me up to my eyelids in limestone. It’s been an interesting journey and I can now exit my house without looking out into the bushes to check for movement before I start running off to work, just in case.

And then I wrote Dr Sylver book 3: The Tapestry of Time.

Oh boy has this project not been smooth. Not really any one fault per se, problems with the ending here, missed print windows there, distributor goes bust, original cover files lost in a hard disc explosion, incorrect files sent to print etc etc. Highland sent off for a sample collection of books before Christmas and, one way or the other, they turned up this week. Not to mention life in all its fullness distracting events. From serious illness in the family to redundancies and so on it’s been… Well, it’s a book all on its own.

But today I picked up a box of advance copies of Dr Sylver 3 and it’s fun to just see them in the flesh. They’re not the final FINAL copies – one more scan through has shown of about 100 areas where a couple of trimmed words make a much larger impact than would be first thought but this time it’s tangible, in my hands. DSTT exists and is getting there.

Anyhow, three hour meeting today was… interesting. We’ll send copies out and beg reviews here and there, write articles and all that jazz. All the stuff a micro publisher and a barely known author have to do to make themselves noticed in a world of louder loudspeakers and marketing budgets that don’t resemble a coffee budget. Hopefully DSTT will be read and enjoyed and all that work and hassle and issue and upset will have been worth it. The first couple of reviews have already been lovely and, personally, I think it’s the best ending I’ve written… So we’ll see.

Anyhow, if anyone lives next to Simon Mayo and doesn’t mind delivering a cake and copy of the book then by all means pop me a mail (some things I’d love to achieve in life – though I suspect I never will – including having Mayo and Kermode saying ‘and hallo to Paul Kercal, loved the book,’ having something linked on Adbuzeedo’s Daily inspiration site and having the Wombat comic liked by any of the guys I admire and respect in the comic book field. I am to dreams and hopeful fantasy what Icarus was for altitude…)

Righto, onwards, loads to do and times a wasting.

And and…

All routes seem to be leading to this at the moment. Again a work in progress but made me smile…

And yes, I know that he wouldn’t hang like that if the strings from the parachute wee in the back of his head but hey ho, it’s a doodle.

Remix.

Was going to see my mum’s new house (long story) later in the week but going down there today instead which required me to create a card at short notice. Hence the remix nature of this image but it’s spot on for who it’s being given to.