Right. So. Long story short, I have a horrible case of writing block, going on two months. The kind where I can't open any story folders without being overcome by a screaming case of the fantods. And I'm pretty much out of safe, legal forms of distraction from the condition ( Read more... )

I'm starting to find it pretty amusing, that after yeeaars of managing to not give a crap about Audio as an educational pursuit, suddenly I am soaking up all kinds of research about Audio. Mostly related to recording and editing; I still don't give a crap about speakers or rack processing or any playback stuff ( Read more... )

Thanks to a recent wave of pernicious and wide-ranging curiosities, I find myself needing to ask if anyone on my flists are into podfics at all?

( That's basically the point of the post, the rest is just babbling. )

Ugh, god, fine, okay so what if instead of writing all these entries on our cards, we get all jacked up on Pixie Stix and Redbull and gibber back and forth like crack monkeys in the comments, about things that could happen in all these stories I don't see any way of writing. I'll deconstruct the actual prompts to a degree that is absolutely ( Read more... )

So at 10:38 last night, following the conclusion of The Reichenbach Fall, I muted the TV sound and pulled out a pen and a notebook. Flipped the notebook to the first blank page, and wrote the following heading: The Problem With The Reichenbach Fall (a brainstorm)At 2 this morning, I was still chewing on it ( Read more... )

This explains pretty well why I'm not writing fiction lately. For one thing, I've lost the knack of organizing paragraphs.

( Uncut excerpt of paperjournal )

And so it came to pass that a drought was visited upon the Brain of Whimsey, and the story crops didst wither in the fields, and all who dwelt in the land were sore vexed and wroth, setting the chief export of that territory to neurotic screeds carved into obscure diaries and also lots of random screeching on facebook, and delivering the spoils of ( Read more... )

( cut for generalized half-assed emo pity party )

So a couple of weeks ago, I'm walking through this parking lot, back to my car after a job. On the way I see this white minivan thing, and painted on the side it says, "Variety Club Sunshine Coach". I'm not at all sure what one of those is; suspect it's transportation for some kind of children's activity program, outreach, something along those ( Read more... )

Woke up at 7 this morning, after a 26-hour sleeping binge. Still shaking off the oversleep grogginess, but whoa.
I don't feel like a new person precisely, but most definitely a different one ( Read more... )