Teddy Radiator (
teddy_radiator) wrote2015-05-09 04:00 pm
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SED - Day 09 - Facebook Bleugh, Awesome Art and The Rejection that Stung A Little
I have to start straight off the bat by showing off this delightful artwork by
shadowycat called Mistress and Master of Revels! When she put out the call that she was at a loose end and would take art suggestions, I asked her to draw a Minerva/Filius piece based on a moment in a fanfic of mine called The Witchhiker's Guide To Beltane. This is the scene I wanted her to recreate, and boy, did she ever!! Just look at those gorgeous robes!
The chime rang, and Minerva called, "Come."
Filius' head appeared in the doorway. "All ready to go, Mistress of Revels?"
The laughter left her lips before she could rein it in. "That has got to be the most lurid robe I have ever seen, Filius Flitwick, and I worked with Albus Dumbledore for forty years!"
Swanning into the study, Filius swept about, almost dancing around the room, showing off the robe's kaleidoscopic patterns of red, purple, green, yellow and black. "I know, and isn't it wonderful? I feel like a gaudily-plumed bird." He gave her one of his beaming great smiles. "You look radiant yourself, Minerva. Like a phoenix in human form."
She adjusted her red, orange and yellow robes. "Thank you, Filius. Let's hope that's a good omen."
"Absolutely! The Wizarding world, rising from the ashes. That's what we're doing tonight—showing the world that the traditions are as natural and necessary as the cycle of life—and just as beautiful."
She was calmed by his cheerful and insightful soul. "You're a fine wizard and a great man, Filius."
Abashed, he blushed. "And you are a great woman and a formidable witch, Minerva. And long may it be so!"
Thank you so much,
shadowycat!
I really needed this today. Another tough day at work, though not as gruesome as yesterday, then I came home to Rejection Letter #2. This one stung a bit; the agent seemed to really be into the type of story I was selling, and her thoughts were 'it just didn't grab my imagination'. But hey, it's only two. I'll just keep plugging. Someone out there may like it.
Facebook has killed me off again; I think I'll just stay dead. I'm tired of fighting it. This isn't a good weekend for me. But as someone said, these things usually come in threes, so my three are up. Let's hope things pick up a little.
I will be spending any non-working and non-diy time this week reading plays. I was asked by Centre Stage to review five of their prospective plays for next year's Fringe Series. The first one wasn't too great; the second shows promise. We'll see.
I think I'll close it there.
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The chime rang, and Minerva called, "Come."
Filius' head appeared in the doorway. "All ready to go, Mistress of Revels?"
The laughter left her lips before she could rein it in. "That has got to be the most lurid robe I have ever seen, Filius Flitwick, and I worked with Albus Dumbledore for forty years!"
Swanning into the study, Filius swept about, almost dancing around the room, showing off the robe's kaleidoscopic patterns of red, purple, green, yellow and black. "I know, and isn't it wonderful? I feel like a gaudily-plumed bird." He gave her one of his beaming great smiles. "You look radiant yourself, Minerva. Like a phoenix in human form."
She adjusted her red, orange and yellow robes. "Thank you, Filius. Let's hope that's a good omen."
"Absolutely! The Wizarding world, rising from the ashes. That's what we're doing tonight—showing the world that the traditions are as natural and necessary as the cycle of life—and just as beautiful."
She was calmed by his cheerful and insightful soul. "You're a fine wizard and a great man, Filius."
Abashed, he blushed. "And you are a great woman and a formidable witch, Minerva. And long may it be so!"
Thank you so much,
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I really needed this today. Another tough day at work, though not as gruesome as yesterday, then I came home to Rejection Letter #2. This one stung a bit; the agent seemed to really be into the type of story I was selling, and her thoughts were 'it just didn't grab my imagination'. But hey, it's only two. I'll just keep plugging. Someone out there may like it.
Facebook has killed me off again; I think I'll just stay dead. I'm tired of fighting it. This isn't a good weekend for me. But as someone said, these things usually come in threes, so my three are up. Let's hope things pick up a little.
I will be spending any non-working and non-diy time this week reading plays. I was asked by Centre Stage to review five of their prospective plays for next year's Fringe Series. The first one wasn't too great; the second shows promise. We'll see.
I think I'll close it there.
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Facebook is doing an excellent job of alienating folks...perhaps that's a sign to give them up?
Don't give up on your novel. It's like finding the perfect fit is all.
*hugs*
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I'm so glad you're putting HM out into the world. At some point in the future, it will find the agent who's supposed to work with you, but it takes a lot of slogging in order to find him/her. (HUGS)
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And fuck FB. The whole thing has gotten so ridiculous. I post to mine maybe once every couple of months and even that feels like too much.
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Let's start taking bets: How long before Facebook implodes due to self sabotaging and pissing off too many users like you?
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Dear Facebook (if that is indeed your real name):
Regrettably, I must end my account with you. I have come to the conclusion that you do not exist. I mean... Facebook.... Which is it? Are you a face? Are you a book? You obviously cannot be both at one time, unless you are a chimera. If that is the case, then you are mythological, ergo you do not exist. QED. And since you apparently have trouble deciding whether I am real or not, this poses a real existential dilemma for both of us. Our relationship of late has played out like a J. J. Abrams production. Perhaps it is best that we part our ways before we get to the plot twist.
I bid you adieu.
--TEDDY RADIATOR
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As for FB, I like
Keep on believing in HM, and one day the right agent will see it and be able to use his/her imagination like crazy!
If your boss keeping acting pissed off, ask him if you have done something to upset him or is that your imagination. If you don't know what you could have done to upset him, and he won't talk about it with you, then most likely the problem doesn't really exist or he's just pissed off with something or someone else.
I'm pulling for you!
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How come I never know of artists doing things? Heh. I never seem to meet artists.
Lovely though! Yaaay!
I will miss you on fb!