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1. Yesterday, I did another 1,137 words on "Hydrarguros." This is one of those stories that truly make me pause to ponder that question I long ago forbade interviewers to ask: Where the fuck do I get my ideas? Seriously, I sat down on Sunday and began this story, with only the vaguest idea as to its plot, setting, characters, and whatnot. The usual suspects. And by Monday afternoon, I was knee-deep in Philadelphia and Camden, New Jersey. Homosexual gangsters of the very near future. Strange nosebleeds and a drug that may be extraterrestrial in origin. And it all just came. From where, I do not know.

2. There's a little bit of snow on the way. On this day last year, we had heavy snow in Providence. Ah, the snow has just started falling.

3. More excellent rp at Insilico last night. I am being spoiled by this sim. I'll never, ever again be able to grin and bear lousy rping, ooc nonsense, and half-assed worldbuilding in Second Life. I see now that it can be done the right way, that is has been done the right way. All it takes are smart, talented, determined people. I'm just glad that I found my way there. Things go well with Xiang.*

4. Not much else to say for yesterday. After the writing, I had a hot bath, and then, while Spooky went out to the market, I lay down, meaning only the grab a ten or fifteen minute nap. I slept for over an hour.

*Maybe it was that good, briefly. But I suspect not. So, yeah, excessive enthusiasm.

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sovay
Jan. 28th, 2010 04:42 pm (UTC)
I was knee-deep in Philadelphia and Camden, New Jersey. Homosexual gangsters of the very near future. Strange nosebleeds and a drug that may be extraterrestrial in origin.

I won't complain.

I see now that it can be done the right way, that is has been done the right way.

Nice! I'm glad someone's finally demonstrated it.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2010 05:41 pm (UTC)

Nice! I'm glad someone's finally demonstrated it.

And it's about damn time. I'd given up.
captaincurt81
Jan. 28th, 2010 04:56 pm (UTC)
Don't you love it when the muse brings a bulging bundle of fascinating elements to work with while you're 'in the zone' chasing away the doubting demons, at least for awhile?
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2010 05:40 pm (UTC)

Don't you love it when the muse brings a bulging bundle of fascinating elements to work with while you're 'in the zone' chasing away the doubting demons, at least for awhile?

Well...I'm not much for muses, but yeah, I am rather pleased by these unexpected burps of from my unconscious.
robyn_ma
Jan. 28th, 2010 05:43 pm (UTC)
'Where the fuck do I get my ideas?'

Two identical women both named Front arrive at your home every Thursday afternoon. Spooky greets them with a reverse curtsy. They enter and speak directly into your feet for two minutes and nine seconds. The women leave without anyone noticing. Thirty-two minutes later, you find yourself in front of the computer writing things. You and Spooky do not remember any of this, but it happens every week. In fact it will happen again in ninety-six minutes.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:20 pm (UTC)

So...that explains the dreams.
chris_walsh
Jan. 29th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
So...that explains the dreams.

And the floating.
ardiril
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
I had a feeling you would come out of your illness swinging hard and connecting.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:21 pm (UTC)

I had a feeling you would come out of your illness swinging hard and connecting.

Sometimes, it happens that way.
bleedingtom
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:39 pm (UTC)
the crucible of boredom
According to Harlan Ellison, he gets his ideas from an office in Schendetaty, Illonois. That is his pat answer for interviewers, and a good one. People always ask for the address.

I think all ideas come from boredom with this world. The gnawing of disgust for here, there and everywhere, puts the mind into action creating. Perhaps strange insults come out, or plans for revolution, but its all the same mother, boredom.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)
Re: the crucible of boredom


I think all ideas come from boredom with this world. The gnawing of disgust for here, there and everywhere, puts the mind into action creating. Perhaps strange insults come out, or plans for revolution, but its all the same mother, boredom.


As good as I've ever heard, and better than some.
ardiril
Jan. 28th, 2010 11:06 pm (UTC)
ardiril
Jan. 28th, 2010 11:13 pm (UTC)
greygirlbeast
Jan. 29th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)

Not even close. This child needs help.
ardiril
Jan. 29th, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)
You think so? Hmm. She didn't do anything different than kids who I knew growing up.

Feel free to delete.
jenjen4280
Jan. 29th, 2010 01:42 am (UTC)
For some reason, all I can think of is that childhood rhyme, but revised to be:

Spooky went to market, that one stayed in bed...
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