So I tried a little experiment yesterday. I had bought a Wink Pen on Kickstarter ages ago and I’d never had opportunity to try it out. So I figured this was the perfect time to crack it open.
The running idea behind Wink Pens is that you can suck up any dark liquid into the barrel and draw/write with it. It was designed fro red wine, but I decided to try coffee. The uneven result was as follows.
Coffee Tendrils by Monica Marier
The “ink” did not move around the page, refusing to adhere to the nib. I’m not sure this was a success, but there are 2 factors in that. This might be the wrong kind of paper and possibly my coffee wasn’t dark enough. I think it will be worth trying again at a later date. So, although this one test didn’t go well, I think this pen deserves another chance.
Today’s Inktober is a weird little doodle I made out of coffee (I’m in a rush today). It was kind of funny to see where my brush was taking me. This is NOT my usual style at all.
Coffee Man, by Monica Marier 2015, for sale, $40
Here’s today’s #Inktober post!
Day 2: Lizard Mornings, by Monica Marier 2014
Today I go back to my weirdest of specialties: Lizards. I don’t have a clue why— lizards are something I just happened to stumble on with the revelation that can draw them effortlessly. That’s not to say that they’re perfect lizards, or really accurate ones. They just sort of flow out of my pen without me thinking about it, whereas horses and cats are STILL a struggle for me. It’s never come in handy, and it’s never been something I’ve sold before, but there you go—life is weird.
Today’s exercise was more about getting a handle on fine using a fine-liner pen without snapping the tip off. I’m also trying to regain my hatching chops, which I seldom use under the excuse of time-management.
So that’s it for today. Lizards…drinking coffee… yeah.
“Ah, c’mon! It’s the first day of school!”
“I don’t want to! Everyone hates me.”
“It’s your job. You’re an internet writer and artist. And now that the kids are going to school today you have to update the blog.”
“I can’t. I’m sick. I have to stay home”
“You work from home.”
I don’t want to smile. Smiling sucks.
I actually had it pretty good this summer. I spent oodles of time with my kids coming up with stories and adventures and projects, and introducing them to my MMORPGS. But I didn’t get much work done. That’s how it goes, and frankly I’m not sorry I had a blast with my kids. But it’s time to dust off the parts of the keyboard that aren’t: QWEASD and get my working pants on.
So, here’s some stuff I’m working on now:
Book 4 of the Linus Saga: Working Title “Inquire Within” It’s a more serious missal where we get to meet all of his brothers and sisters and see how they interact.
Linus Saga Prequel: I’m working on a novel where we see a young asshole-ish Linus meet Deirdre for the first time and what eventually culminates in their marriage. Should be fun.
Madame Bluestocking’s Pennyhorrid 2: Working Title: “The Lost Mines of Nadoras” in which Kelly and Lynald become claim jumpers hoping to strike magic in an abandoned zynythstite mine.
I’m also working on some commissions that I might reveal in the fullness of time, if the clients should allow it, and I’ll be bringing back Character Spotlight Wednesday this week starting with Quince.
Pass the Coffee. It’s going to be a long 9 months. Goodbye, Lord of the Rings Online. It’s been fun.
Donut Day Selfie!
Okay, so there’s a funny story with this:
I went to my Dunkin Donuts and said, “I’d like to do the drink and donut deal today, can I get a coffee with cream no sugar and a sour cream donut?”
The woman gave me the donut, but the coffee was ICED not hot. I wasn’t sure so I asked, “Is this my coffee?”
She looked at me and said, “It’s what you wanted.”
Not “that’s your order?” or, “it’s what you asked for,” but what I “wanted.” She looked me dead in the eye and said it like it was a fact—like she had gotten her orders from some all-seeing oracle or a fortune cookie that said:
“Give the girl with a bad hair day an iced coffee, no matter what she asks for.
Chinese word of the day is Telephone: 电话 Diàn huà,
lottery numers: 2… just 2.“
I’m not the type to argue over something trivial like a misheard coffee order, so I just shrugged and meekly took the coffee.
And then… as I sat in the parking lot biting into a warm, freshly made sour cream donut, with the windows down, the sun shining warmly on my shoulder as a cool breeze ruffled my hair, I took a sip of the cool creamy refreshing iced coffee and felt a stirring of the soul.
Thank you, mysterious psychic donut lady. You were right.
This IS what i wanted.
Thank you, intrepid donut servers of the second great war, for your contribution and bravery, and for making this story possible.