sun

After two weeks of cold rainy weather, today was warm and gloriously sunny.

Last weekend I took advantage of the not very nice weather and my curent break from travel and did most of a re-write on "Ephemeral Creation," my post-punk memoirs originally published a little over five years ago. I fixed a few errors, wrote some new bits and pieces, expanded a few discussions, added some additional photos, messed around with format. It's almost ready, I just need to re-scan half a dozen images that I'm not entirely happy with.

I'd been procrastinating this intending to update my desktop publishing software first, but decided to go ahead and do the re-write in Google docs, which I've been using a lot these past several months. It worked well enough that at least for now, I'm going to put it online that way, as a PDF e-book. Free software that's poised to bring the Microsoft Office monolith crashing down is somehow appropriate for self-publishing a second-edition punk memoirs; and it's fun to watch mega-corporations fight to the death.

Being on a roll and having a four-day weekend, I next went after the chaotic jumble of text files that represent the last five years of my alternative photography experience. Surprisingly, they fell right into place, almost 70 pages worth already. There are still a few more chapters to be written from scratch to fill gaps, to help the narrative flow, and there will still be editorial decisions to be made and photos to be scanned. But it's entirely possible that a beta version is only a couple of long hard days of effort away. I'm probably going to put that one out to limited peer review first on a small, private photography forum, and then edit a little more based on the feedback I get there. But it's possible that my next book isn't very far away.

Over the past few days I've been contacted by several fascinating models, smart people with unique looks. It's more at the networking and hinting stage than actual offers so far. Unfortunately they're in far-off places like Toronto and New York that I have no known reason to visit at present, and possibly not the time or motivation either. Hell, I'm already stalling on a couple of shoot offers that many other photographers would kill for. The passion is going into writing these past weeks, not into creating photos. Still, it's pleasant to think about.