And as such it must be practiced daily to achieve satisfying results. Today, I am stuck on a scene. Elios’s first editing is done, but I need to add a few sentences to explain a minor incongruence in the plot. Therefore, I give you the October 2013 Drawing Collage, followed by the Official Procrastination Stamp. I am sure that, given time, I can come up with something even more dazzling. Meanwhile, you, have a productive rest of the day.
I don’t think it has ever rained so much in Redmond. The water is pouring down as if giants have decided to wash away the trees to redecorate the backyard. But it will pass. For now, have something colorful to look at.
A friend of mine, C. B., is a wonderful artist. A few days ago, she posted on Facebook her latest painting, a colorful village by the sea, and I was inspired by it. Earlier this morning, still jetlagged, I opened Fresh Paint and created this piece.
End of Summer
I’m proud to be on time, for once. Fresh Paint watercolors rock.
Dawn Up in the Mountains
Okay, it should be Monday Drawing #18, but I’m working hard on my novels and time flies without my consent. Recently, Fresh Paint announced a new feature, watercolors! Only available for windows 8.1 preview users, I seized my hubby’s laptop and had my sweet way with the new app. This is the result of several hours of great delight.
Poppies in the Sky
An image is worth a thousand words, or something like it. Weather-wise, draw you conclusion from the picture on your left.
It’s August. Sneaky month. I didn’t see it coming.
Still working on three different projects at once, and I have a short to write within a week. I’m halfway through rewriting Elios, and almost done editing Gaia. Chapter #1 and #2 of Marie’s Journey are back in my editor’s hands.
Still painting. More on that later.
(Elios has just rescued two aliens.)
The male stared at me in surprise, and then looked for the woman. As their eyes met, a smile appeared on his mouth, and he chirped a long sequence of notes. At her short answer, he pushed himself up, trying to reach her, but fell on the ground.
“Easy, big fellow.” I hooked my right arm under his and helped him on his feet.
Given his size, he was surprisingly light. He gave me a thankful smile, then kneeled by the woman and rested his head on her belly, and while gently caressing it, he sung to the baby.
Feeling I was intruding in their private moment, I looked away and made to leave.
The man grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Tankiu.” He looked at the woman and then back at me. “Tankiuforsevingrea.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
“Tankiuforsevingas.” He smiled. “Tankiu.”
I repeated what he had just said in my mind and I finally understood. His accent had tricked me, but he had spoken in Standard, a common travelers’ language.
“Thank you,” he said one more time when I smiled. “Your soul healed us back to conscious life.”
He touched me again and showed me what had happened by triggering a Share. When I had reached for the woman, for a brief moment I had imagined their story could be mine. I had felt their love and their pain in losing each other. With my empathic touch I had jumpstarted their consciousness back to life, like he had just said.
I shivered. “You looked dead.”
“We were in non-life.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Our bodies shut down. We waited for help. Your love saved us.”
Nothing to add on the rewriting/editing front. Same as last week.
From Elios, which is slowly taking shape:
Areel paused a moment and lowered his head. “Soon, we’ll be reunited.”
I nodded. “Yes, very soon.”
“You’ll see, you’ll feel better once you’re home.”
“I can’t help but wonder about the softness of her skin and the pleasure we would have experienced with the briefest sharing of our thoughts.”
Areel gasped and for a moment his image faltered. “But you haven’t attempted a Share with her? You told me you hadn’t—”
“I’m the epitome of the perfect Observer.” I looked at him and shrugged. “Never touched her. Never kissed her.”
“Good. That’s good. Because you know what would have happened to her if you had.”
I raised one hand to stop him from spelling it out for me. Every Observer knew the rules and I didn’t want to talk about scraping her mind clean of my memories.
But Areel keep talking. “She could lose her mind through the process.”
“I know.” The procedure was the equivalent of a sophisticated lobotomy.
“You know the exposure to us changes the subject’s DNA—”
“Then you also remember that the subject transfers Solean DNA in their genes and passes the memories of us to the next generation, and then the next, changing both their history and ours.”
“I remember!” I finally shouted, but Areel wasn’t done yet.
“There are too many implications in having a superior knowledge way ahead of time. Especially for a violent society like the humans.”
I was furious with him, but I composed my voice and repeated, “I did not touch her.”
“I trust you.” He sounded apologetic and before I could ask what was all that about, he whispered, “It makes everything easier.”
The Pacific Northwest is experiencing a sun epidemic. My sales are sinking, but every indie authors and their mothers are complaining about not selling, so I’m partially relieved. It must be the sun. Unable to control the weather and the publishing market, I blissfully make lemonades by walking mile after mile and writing when I’m not walking—I wish I could do both at the same time. I’ve been also on a baking spree. More on that later.
Around mid-December, one rainy afternoon, I was sitting on the floor, hoping to sense her aura and feeling bereft without her mental presence to soothe my pain. A familiar but unpleasant feeling possessed me. Darkness embraced my mind and I was sucked up into the tunnel before I could react.
I was enraged, but not surprised to see both Areel and Kam at the other end waiting for me. “What did you do?”
Kam waived one hand in the air. “You didn’t give us a choice.”
“And you thought forcing me here would be for the best?” I had never come to feel so close to want to beat anyone. Physical energy built in me and needed to be released. “You thought involving Lex to give you my mental signature would be a good idea?”
“We didn’t know what to do—” Areel stepped forward and I stepped back. “I’m not going to force a Share on you!”
“Wouldn’t you now?” I looked at them and they flinched. “What did you tell Lex?”
“Nothing.” Kam lowered his eyes on the ground.
I shook, fists by my side. “Lex wouldn’t have given you access to my mental signature so that you could summon me here against my will for nothing. What did you tell him?”
“That you needed a vacation, but you were too busy with your mission to be bothered to take a break.” Areel gestured for me to look around.
Only then, I finally took in where we were, and it wasn’t our usual spot. “What are we doing on Karillion?” It was a place we used to go on vacation, a tropical island close to our Academy. Ancient pink sand beaches with perfumed seawater and warm temperatures. I looked down at my feet already buried in the shore. The fine pebbles mixed with the sand and moved at once with the water, rolling back and forth and creating a melodic sound, almost music. I had always though it was the most relaxing place in the universe. Not at the moment. “I am still doing my job. This, what you did, is uncalled for.”
Areel maintained his gaze on me. “We only wanted to help.”
I felt angrier. I didn’t like to feel vulnerable and right then I was devastated. “I wouldn’t stop working on a mission for anything and you know it.”
“That wasn’t our concern.” Kam discarded the cloth around his waist and waded into the water. “Come.”
*Today’s drawing is an inked version of one of the illustrations I made for The Prince’s Day Out. I used Paint.Net as my usual to saturate the colors of the original and I added the ink filter.