Going to Drag Myself Into Creativity Kicking and Complaining.
SEPTEMBER 19.
Some days it's kind of fun having to write something in order to unlock my laptop. Other days--today--I really don't feel like it. Ugh.
Writing. Writing about writing. Hm. Project of Doom is still percolating; I've been thinking a little more about the question of what kinds of stories would get told in a culture where people live longer, and instead of technology/mechanized industry, there are craftsmen so skilled that they can create things that would seem magical to us. Cabinetry so precisely cut and fitted that it's functionally seamless; fabric that will withstand several hundred years of wear, with waterproofing and a kind of climate control, that can "heal" from tears and minor damage, etc.
That's just the normal level of craftsmanship, of course. There are sculptures and machinists who can so closely mimic life that the only way to be sure is to break the thing open...
Whew--150 words done, I'm free!
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SEPTEMBER 21.
Faked writing yesterday--just a page of gibberish to get the computer unlocked. Though gibberish is surprisingly difficult to generate; it might almost have been faster to actually write something coherent, except I just couldn't think of anything. End of a week spent doing spreadsheet stuff, and my brain was pretty much just jello.
Anyhow, writing today! NaNoWriMo is in a month and a bit, and I would like to actually *do* it for once. Maybe getting into the swing of writing daily now is a good way of working up to it. I could spend October slowly increasing the daily word count and working on figuring out characters and worldbuilding and stuff.
Last year I tried "Robinson Crusoe-esque prequel to 'The Tempest'" and didn't get very far because I just didn't have a proper grasp on a) what exactly I wanted the thing to look like, or b) the logistics of the piece.
This year I really, really, REALLY want to get the project of doom off the ground. It would have the advantage of being entirely self-contained in terms of worldbuilding, and the near-magic inherent to the setting would let me handwave stuff. (Technically so would Prospero's magic, except I put myself in a corner by getting fixated on how he got ambush-exiled by his brother if he already had some degree of magic available to him.)
Some days it's kind of fun having to write something in order to unlock my laptop. Other days--today--I really don't feel like it. Ugh.
Writing. Writing about writing. Hm. Project of Doom is still percolating; I've been thinking a little more about the question of what kinds of stories would get told in a culture where people live longer, and instead of technology/mechanized industry, there are craftsmen so skilled that they can create things that would seem magical to us. Cabinetry so precisely cut and fitted that it's functionally seamless; fabric that will withstand several hundred years of wear, with waterproofing and a kind of climate control, that can "heal" from tears and minor damage, etc.
That's just the normal level of craftsmanship, of course. There are sculptures and machinists who can so closely mimic life that the only way to be sure is to break the thing open...
Whew--150 words done, I'm free!
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SEPTEMBER 21.
Faked writing yesterday--just a page of gibberish to get the computer unlocked. Though gibberish is surprisingly difficult to generate; it might almost have been faster to actually write something coherent, except I just couldn't think of anything. End of a week spent doing spreadsheet stuff, and my brain was pretty much just jello.
Anyhow, writing today! NaNoWriMo is in a month and a bit, and I would like to actually *do* it for once. Maybe getting into the swing of writing daily now is a good way of working up to it. I could spend October slowly increasing the daily word count and working on figuring out characters and worldbuilding and stuff.
Last year I tried "Robinson Crusoe-esque prequel to 'The Tempest'" and didn't get very far because I just didn't have a proper grasp on a) what exactly I wanted the thing to look like, or b) the logistics of the piece.
This year I really, really, REALLY want to get the project of doom off the ground. It would have the advantage of being entirely self-contained in terms of worldbuilding, and the near-magic inherent to the setting would let me handwave stuff. (Technically so would Prospero's magic, except I put myself in a corner by getting fixated on how he got ambush-exiled by his brother if he already had some degree of magic available to him.)