It Is STILL Monday. How Can That Be?
I'm writing. I just keep going. Started something for the new section (the one that still isn't up, yet, because I can't make up my mind) and it turned out to be something all on it's own. It's the new link under Once Upon A Time. You can also just click here, if you'd rather.
You may have noticed that I'm in kind of a MOOD today. I am. It's just one of those things that comes upon me once in a while. (Now there's a title for you "Once In A While". Somebody should write a song with that title.) I have a lot to do these days and seems like less and less time to do it in. Which is, of course, true of all of us. Less and less time. None of us will ever get a minute more. It's at times like this when I'm realizing that time is passing so very quickly that this particular MOOD strikes me.
I will be alright. I have words. They help me to get through the days. I hold onto them as everything else goes speeding by and I can just about make it. I write the fear out, and the frustration and the misery and the whatever else, before they can choke the life out of me. The words give me HOPE, which is the only thing (still available to me) that I can't do without.
It’s Monday, Now.
It's gotten to the point that all I want to do is write. I'm reading, too. Mostly science and speculative short fiction. Mostly on the internet. Decent stuff is abundant these days. I read and then I want to write. I do write. It's only coming in pieces, now though. The Novel is . . . bothering me. I'm trying to change it. Trying to make it something that it isn't, that it wasn't. It wants to be something more than what it is. I'm afraid to let it.
It's creation has become a fiction in itself. Something unreal. The pages exist, but only in a very vague, diaphanous way. They are digital. Mostly posted to myself in e-mails to keep the computer from destroying them all when it ultimately disintegrates. (And it will. Someday.)
I used to write on paper with pencil. I never liked pen. I could sharpen a pencil point to a fine edge and write as small as I could and fill front and back of a piece of paper with more than a thousand words. I hated making a mistake in pen and I'd always wanted to start all over again with a new page. (High school was Hell for me, in that way, too.)
I don't write on paper, anymore. I doubt I've written more than a grocery list in long-hand in more than two years. I have lots of old notes, in old notebooks. Some more than ten years old, none much older than that. I was never meant to have a past. Not sure I'm meant to have much of a future.
Anyway, I'm starting a new page on the site. Right now, it's just an unpublished draft sitting in a folder waiting for me to figure out what I want to do with it, exactly. I've titled its page "Even A Sentence . . ." and so far it's a single column of single, unrelated sentences. The initial thought was to say "Even a sentence means I'm writing." Which is sort of true. My idea, now, is to create short fiction pieces; each one different, each starting with one of the sentences. I'll create a separate page (or set of pages) for each piece and then link them to their corresponding sentences on "Even A Sentence . . ." (If that last sentence doesn't seem to make much sense -- as it doesn't to me -- you'll have to pardon me. I'm not sleeping, again and it's beginning to get to me.)
Anyway, this is me, writing.
It’s Saturday Nigh — Never Mind. It’s Actually Sunday Morning.
It's early Sunday in the East and early Saturday (night) in the West. I had intended to do a lot of work on the Novel today. The second draft is humming along at this point. Then I laid down to take a nap and slept way too long. Then Netflix was in so I watched Scream 4.
So, I only managed to get a couple of new pages done on the new draft and upload a tiny section of the first draft to Novel Bits. That may seem like a lot for me, but I INTENDED to get a lot more done today. It's possible I have a touch of the flu/virus/whatever the Hell is going around, which is a really great excuse. I could have the flu everyday for the rest of my life.
I'm going to spend the next couple of hours between the draft and twitter. I'll sleep later.
I Am Here. . .Again (Okay. That one isn’t much better.)
I'm trying to write. ('There is no try only . . .' Shut the freak up, Yoda!) I've been wandering around the place, trying to find the desire. I am writing. Just not enough. I can't get through a scene. Maybe the idea is dead. Maybe the Novel is dead. Maybe it's not the kind of thing I'm supposed to write at all.
(Just did a lot of editing. Some things I just can't write about before 5 A.M.. Put what was left of the edit in a new tumblr thing . Just follow the linking link.)
Anyway. It's after five now and I came here with some idea. For the life of me I can't remember what it was, so I'll just inform you that I'll be adding some more pages during the day today. More edits from the Novel. More Minecraft stuff. More bla-bla-bla. Basically more of the same.
I’m Back! (I need to stop having this as a title.)
Yeah. So, I had this plan. I was gonna do something and then do something else, and then this completely different, other thing. Turns out, not so much. But, I do have a couple of new things up here. The Minecraft stuff is new. I also have a new fiction section (or possibly two, by now -- depending on when you are reading this).
My personal and (semi) professional lives are sort of in a whirl right now, so I've decided to just throw some stuff together here and see what comes of it. Things are changing around me, by the second, so there will probably be a lot of changes here.
I'm changing the Novel, again, many, many times, as I work on the current draft. I'm throwing bits and pieces of it onto the site. You can peruse them, occasionally, under the heading, there to the right, of I Do Write. (Does that sentence seem to have one too many homonyms? It has one? Yes, then, it does have far too many. Oh, well.)
It’s Late! Surprise, Surprise.
I'm back. I've been working for the majority of the day on a new area for the site. I'm a little irritated with WordPress at this point, but hopefully everything will work out once I publish this post. (I doubt it. But hope springs eternal.)
I've still got a ton of work to do tonight and more to do tomorrow as I re-imagine, revamp and reorganize the site. I have plans and they are coming together. Keep your fingers crossed and wish the best for me. I may not make it out by morning. If not, I'll grab the lifeline known as twitter and struggle valiantly on.
Boy, this post is short. But I don't want to say too much, in case I can't get the current project completed. If I do make headway I will be back a little later with an update. Until then, adieu. (Wait. French is dead, so, I'll just say G'night.)
That Was Some Game
Meant to come over here last night, after the game and leave a celebratory post. I didn't do that, for many reasons.
1) I'm lazy.
2)That game took way too long. Went right to 'the buzzer' so to speak. Would have liked it to be 39 -17 with 6 minutes left. (Too much time left you say. No. Why not? Because Brady, as much as they want him to be, is not Joe Namath and his line is not The Snake Pit. -- Look it up, kids.) Then I would have come here joyfully and written pages. As it was, the last ten minutes of that game EXHAUSTED me. I screamed. I laughed. I cried. I almost had a freaking stroke. (You shouldn't do that to a person, guys. Next time, more scoring. -- Wait, it's the Giants. The ones from New York? Oh, okay. Never mind. I'll take what I can get.)
3) I had other things to do. (Non-specific bothersome things to do, that required my presence elsewhere.)
4) I figured today would be here waiting for me, all bright and shiny and with no thought for anything grandiose happening later in the day. I could come and relax and write slowly and comfortably, to my heart's content. Which is what I am doing. (At 6:00 in the morning. -- If you believe that, I have a nice little piece of land down around (/in) the Everglades I'd like to sell to you.)
Anyway. . .
Yeah! The Giants won!( They almost lost.) It's a great vindication of many things, not the least of which being Manning's career. (They won't let it be. They'll still talk sh-- stuff about him and call him a fluke and disregard that he LEAD the Giants -- ya know, as their LEADER -- to where they were this year. Where were they? Oh, right. THE SUPER BOWL.)
Okay. No ranting. This is a happy day. We won. We barely beat Them -- which means They shouldn't feel too bad. I mean, they nearly beat the BEST team in the country. (Okay. That sounded like snark. It was, but it was unintentional.)
I'll go now, because I have to. I do have other things to do. I'll be back later with some interesting things. I have it planned. I'll explain in detail when I get back in a couple of hours. (Maybe.) No. Seriously. I will.
And Now For Something . . . SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!!!
This is the first year, in a pretty long while, that I am interested in the Super Bowl. Actually I'm interested in the outcome. If anybody reading this brand new post follows me on twitter, you will be reading a lot about the Super Bowl today. Mostly about how much I need/want/must have the New York Giants beat/destroy/decimate the New England Patriots. Today it is personal. It's private. It's a thing.
I look forward to the e-mail/comments/replies/threats from the Patriot fans. I honestly have nothing against you guys at all. I mean, you brought down the Broncos and you brought them down HARD. Almost as if the hand of . . . Never mind. That, in itself, puts you in my book of heroes. (Not an actual book.) I just really need you guys to get beat today. I wish it wasn't necessary/important to my continued good/decent mood, but it is.
I will accept a marginal victory. I would take a last second field goal, to win by one/two points. I would prefer a sheer and utter fourth quarter blowout, ending in an unprecedented three/four touchdown scoring rout. Let's have a great game for three quarters; one which leaves the Patriots defense as weak as little newborn kittens for at least the last 20 minutes of game play.
I am a very private person, basically. My reasons for wanting this thing to happen must remain my own. (It may leak out through my ears during the evening, especially if the score is really, really close towards the end of the third quarter. But probably not.)
So, basically, GO GIANTS! GO BIG BLUE! GO (until you can GO no longer)!
