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Updates…

Things aren’t too bad here in the Ozarks.  It’s drizzling outside right now as I’m doing volunteer guard duty at church.  My church is hosting their second Wild Game night this weekend.  There are lots of donated hunting mounts.  Insurance requires there be at least people inside the building 24/7.  I volunteered for the 10-2 shift every day this week.

I’m still looking for work, I’m being a little choosy as I want to continue working in industry in some sort of capacity.  What I mean is that I’m applying for work with jobs that involve graphic design in some sort or another.  I’m not applying for a job flipping burgers.  God is providing me the opportunity to do so.  Ashya and I are in agreement that we are not hurting financially and we can afford for me to look for a job I’ll be happy with as opposed to “Ah we need Stev working NOW.”

In the meantime, I’m keeping myself busy:
Project 40 Eridani A is my attempt to get some freelance work.  I’ve already got 3 pro bono projects in the works, just to get my name out in the community.

Project Connor is an all new, non-Stev story that I’m working on.  The Hand of F.A.T.E.  I’ve got character sketches put together for the five main protagonists.  I’m excited about this one.

United or Untied is my serialized Stev story.  I haven’t abandoned it, it was just one of the things stored on the mysteriously erased thumb drive.

Demotivational Posters and other cool Photoshoppy stuff are now being done under Project 40 Eridani A…..

Ashya and I will be celebrating our 3-month anniversary next week.  It’s hard to believe (in a good way) that it’s only been three months.  No news is good news, all four of the boys seem to be doing well in school.  Private Black Spartan has confirmed that no aliens have invaded in the past week.

I hope to have the next installment of United or Untied up this week or next.  I’ve also got more demotivational posters in the works, I’m just stuck on some of the “jokes”.

January 18, 2011 Posted by | Life near an Iowa Cornfield, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , | 2 Comments

Who’s in your jeesh?

I just finished reading Ender in Exile.  This is the most recent book in Orson Scott Card’s Ender Universe.  I saw the book in the bargain bin at Wal Mart.  Even though we are counting our pennies, my wife saw the look of glee on my face and acquiesced to its purchase.

Card’s stories about genius children saving the human race from the onslaught of an invading alien menace has got to be one of my favorite fictional universes.  The book was excellent and for the first time in a while I was immersed in world that I could not put down.

This is not a review of the novel.

What happened was this, Ender makes constant reference to his jeesh, a small private army of your friends who you know has always got your back.  I got to thinking that Ender was a pretty lucky guy to have a group like that.  Then I got to thinking who would be in my jeesh were I fortunate enough to have one…

In no particular oder:
Berin Kinsman; a superhero currently living in the desert southwest.  We have never met face-to-face, but he is a brother in every sense of the word.  During my darkest moments surrounding the death of Mrs. VS, Berin was there as an ear to listen, a reassuring voice, and source of inspiration.

William Lawton; my brother, my friend, my GM.  My daughter introduced us when she told me that I should come play in her gaming group.  Bill is one person who can honestly say he lives in my head (scary thought).  He gets me.

Brook Ullum; the children’s pastor at church.  She allowed me to once again use my puppeteering skills with children.  She shares my sense of humor (another scary thought).

Hank Harwell; an expatriated Texan.  He is an officer and a gentleman.  He shares my faith and has been a rock when I needed it.  Another of my brothers-from-another-mother.  We’ve never met face-to-face but I do know that someday we will.

Adrienne Paradis; my writing partner of over 20 years.  She’s one of the few people who knows Stev as well as I do.

S.L. Shirley; a fellow Dire Paladin.  Stefan would follow me into an autoduel with no questions asked.

48 Fan & Private Blackspartan; yes they’re my kids.  How many dads can say that they are friends with their children?

Lady Ashya T’Sai; my friend, my partner, my wife.  We were friends in high school.  I missed asking her out by three weeks.  She shares my sense of humor, my likes, my worldview, and many other things.  God brought her back in to my life after 25 years.  I don’t know what I’d do without her.

January 12, 2011 Posted by | Life near an Iowa Cornfield, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment