Thank you! Finding the art is one of my favorite parts of putting together HMF. After I finish writing I go to one of several art repository websites, usually starting with wikiart.org and do a search or three based on whatever idea I want to get across related to the section. Then I scroll through (sometimes) hundreds of images until one strikes my fancy. What gets selected is a combination of relevance and interest. Repeat four times for each issue :) .
Bills, bills, bills, a lament that echoed through my head, as I often heard my dad muttering at his desk looking at the stack. He was a machinist, so he made this elegant bill holder out of Plexiglas to keep them in order. I have vivid memories of him sitting at that desk in the bedroom, lamp on, writing checks. In the sixth grade, I wrote and directed my first play, a comedy, about that very subject, which we performed for the whole school. The name of that play? "Bills, Bills, Bills!"
You are a Massage Talker! Hahahahah. I’m a Massage Vegg’er. I want complete silence or somehow, no matter the effectiveness of the massage, I feel I’m not getting the benefit.
Re getting the environment right, I have a little ugly incandescent desk lamp next to my PC. I can write with it off, but somehow—like an easy chair for reading—things are not right if it isn’t lit. Even on a bright day, with plenty of beautiful natural sunlight streaming in through my window, I want my little ugly friend with its cheap orange glow.
You find such excellent and apposite artworks to illustrate your themes! How?
Thank you! Finding the art is one of my favorite parts of putting together HMF. After I finish writing I go to one of several art repository websites, usually starting with wikiart.org and do a search or three based on whatever idea I want to get across related to the section. Then I scroll through (sometimes) hundreds of images until one strikes my fancy. What gets selected is a combination of relevance and interest. Repeat four times for each issue :) .
Bills, bills, bills, a lament that echoed through my head, as I often heard my dad muttering at his desk looking at the stack. He was a machinist, so he made this elegant bill holder out of Plexiglas to keep them in order. I have vivid memories of him sitting at that desk in the bedroom, lamp on, writing checks. In the sixth grade, I wrote and directed my first play, a comedy, about that very subject, which we performed for the whole school. The name of that play? "Bills, Bills, Bills!"
What a great story! I hope all the bills were paid by the end of the show!
You are a Massage Talker! Hahahahah. I’m a Massage Vegg’er. I want complete silence or somehow, no matter the effectiveness of the massage, I feel I’m not getting the benefit.
Re getting the environment right, I have a little ugly incandescent desk lamp next to my PC. I can write with it off, but somehow—like an easy chair for reading—things are not right if it isn’t lit. Even on a bright day, with plenty of beautiful natural sunlight streaming in through my window, I want my little ugly friend with its cheap orange glow.
We each have our own ways. How will aliens ever figure humans out?