Because goals.

My family and I recently saw Kubo and the Two Strings (make sure you stay for the credits).  We were in awe. I am a huge fan of the work that comes out of Laika, and even applied for a job with them once before Boxtrolls was released. The story was wonderful, as all Laika stories that I’ve seen; i.e. Coraline, ParaNorman. Stop motion itself already has such a wonderfully rich history, the new work I have seen coming out of several newer studios is no exception.

And just because. Out of Laika came HouseSpecial. Originally Laika’s commercial arm, now a standalone studio. This is one of my absolute favorite commercials. Enjoy!

Now that we’ve settled in a bit, I’ve been working on The Owl and the Mermaid again. As this year has been one of remeasuring comfort zones, I’m toying with the idea of doing a book trailer and was totally inspired by this.

Coming together

Three months ago my family and I packed up and moved from Florida to Kentucky. We needed to make major changes, get somewhere we could dig in roots a little, surround ourselves with joy and just clear out the stagnant energies in our lives. I had lived my whole life, save for two years, in Florida and I had been wanting out since I was 13 years old.

33 years later I’d had enough.

I wanted mountains, greener living options, a more creative existence, more options and chances for joy for my daughter and my husband, and A CHANGE OF SEASONS. I longed to be able to actually see a difference in my environment from month-to-month. We’ve come up to visit multiple times, and the whole landscape is lovely. I liked Berea my first visit, but I’ve fallen head over heels for her since the move. Right now we are waiting for fall and I’m about to vibrate out of my skin.

My mother was feeling the pull, too.

With the help of family still living in Florida, we moved my mother up today. I’m so grateful she had their help and I’m looking forward to spending two more days with them before they head back. I know she is going to be in her element here once she’s settled, and I know how relieved to be out of Florida she is, because I was in that same spot very recently, too. My half-brother is moving down in a few weeks as well and I feel like it’s all coming together.

Roadtrips!

One of the things that I am most looking forward to are road trips with my mother to North Carolina. I grew up with her working for the airlines and it wasn’t uncommon for us to hop a flight to NC, grab a rental car, and drive to Gatlinburg, TN and just explore. We both get wanderlust in October, which was our ritual traveling time, and this year we’ll get to act on it. We’re also looking at Chicago to meet family, the Smithsonian, Michigan, and as far north as New York to visit friends.

For now, though, potluck dinners, board game nights, and card games will be peppering our coming weeks and I’m feeling pretty blessed right now.

Comfort Zones are Overrated

Spy. Classroom. Scalpel.

I got my round one writing assignment for NYCMidnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge at midnight Friday night and have been writing, rewriting, outlining, and generally banging my head on a pillow. We were given 48 hours so the deadline is midnight tonight.

I’m at 846 words out of the needed 1,000 for submission.

I’ve never written Spy genre before so it’s a real challenge. With this particular genre, you have to be concise with details and you focus your subplots. I dove in head first the moment I got the genre/location/object prompt, brainstorming for about 20 minutes till an idea hit. I wrote for about an hour then let it percolate overnight. I started writing again this morning a little before 8am and, four handwritten pages in, I decided I needed to revert to outlining and work on my summary.

I loved writing loglines and working on elevator pitches at Full Sail, so that’s where I’m starting. With what I know.

It’s going to be a long haul waiting till mid September to find out if I made it to round two. The best thing I can do is put it totally out of my head and mark a reminder on the date so I can make sure not to miss any emails. Till then, good luck me!

Felix

Today was like a second Christmas for me. My husband’s aunt sent me a lovely card from their family for my birthday with the express wish that I buy something for myself. She knows that I would have spent it all on bills, but her request allowed me to give myself permission to do something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

I bought myself a drafting desk.

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Screen Shot 2014-12-07 at 10.34.38 PMThose of you who know me, or found this site through ArtfulLE, know my story. Most of my time is spent either in bed or in a large overstuffed chair in our living room with my feet up on a matching ottoman. Having LE is a daily challenge; even more so, not wrapping makes it mandatory for me to have my legs up when I’m not on them. This chair is where, even right now, I do most of my work. I have a desk, but I can only sit at it so long. Sitting at a 90 degree angle makes my legs worse, and I dream for some space-age looking recliner with an overhead computer to solve all my problems. Till then, I needed a desk that inspired me, that had room to spread out, but that wouldn’t become just another flat surface to set stuff on.

I brought it home a couple days ago and spent most of today putting it together. Slowly savoring it. My daughter helped get it into the studio and I just sat there, running my hand over the surface. It was really overcast today, but the little bit of light that came in from outside was all I needed. That spot will be perfect as it gets a lot of morning sun, just what I need. I may even get a plant.

Sitting there, I kept getting the urge to name it. I dismissed it at first, but this was something special: Possibility. Passion. Motivation. And for some reason it felt “male”. It’s a rustic, vintage style (faux) oak drafting desk with black metal fixtures, it’s soft, smooth, satin surface cool and comforting to the touch. It began to nag at me, though, so I finally entertained the thought.

Felix…(laugh) nah…hmm…a name, a name…Felix…that’s kind of an odd name…FElix. Hmm. FEE.LIX. Felix?

I laughed and my husband asked me what was funny. I told him that I had the urge to name it, that it was kind of nagging me (to which my daughter chimed in and told me I should then) and told him that the same name kept popping up in my head, but it was kind of a weird one compared to most of the names I typically come up with.

Val: “What name?”

Me: “Felix.”
Val: “It means happy in Latin.”

I could feel the smile creep across my face even as the tears came.

Felix it is.