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.
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.
- Current Location:Cydonia Labyrinthus
- Current Mood:
more rested - Current Music:50 Foot Wave, "Long Painting"
Comments
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.
Nice! I'm glad someone's finally demonstrated it.
And it's about damn time. I'd given up.
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.
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.
So...that explains the dreams.
And the floating.
I had a feeling you would come out of your illness swinging hard and connecting.
Sometimes, it happens that way.
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.
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.
Not even close. This child needs help.
Feel free to delete.
Spooky went to market, that one stayed in bed...