You're in the bathroom, carving holiday designs
Dear Internet,
How are you?
I am doing alright.
I must confess, however, that I went crazy recently!
I know, right?
It wasn't fun.
I reached out quite a bit to a lot of people, and no one had the time for me. I even called a help hotline. The woman who answered the phone was SO bored and really couldn't pretend to care. So I demured and got off the phone.
Right. So.
I am presently recovering with the only friend I could find, a commissioned officer, actually. Since the Army doesn't have captains, like the Navy does, I shall have to refer to my friend as Company Commander Morgan.
And while I would like to carry on that aborted joke for a short while longer, I shall stop, as I'm fairly serious, I'm pretty damned miserable.
But I'm working on it.
So I signed on for three, specific things.
1) I fixate way too much on repetitive tasks. I play freecell for hours, memorize The Raven instead of the maximum effective range of an M4 carbine, and read too much Dr. Mcninja. I need to work on that, but I have a hard time getting away from those time consumers.
2) I am listening to a lot of Neutral Milk Hotel and Lady Gaga, the former for its haunting introspection and the latter because she's one hot momma, and I like her fashion sense.
3) My writing. More in the next paragraphs.
I have read through George R R Martin's A Song of Fire and Ice books several, several times, and I've fallen in love. THAT is the the writing style I have always striven for, a very frank, curt, sometimes lyrical style, with characters at odds with one another and the reader sympathetic to nearly each of them.
So I'm working on Necropolis again. I've posted parts of the first half of the book online a couple of times, but I don't think anyone really knows much about the book.
Good.
Because I think that the book is going to change significantly, and I'm happy that I won't be recreating what, today, brings great sadness to me.
One problem I am running across a bit is that I am in analysis paralysis.
So to fix that, I think I'm going to avoid planning the book as I normally would try to do.
I want this to pretty much be a stream of consciousness work.
I am going to try to keep up a steady stream of output. It'll be a trickle, really, at maybe a page a day, if that, but I am going to try to keep to the schedule. Army life is not conducive to keeping up a steady personal life, but I shall see if I can defeat that obstacle.
My first post will be tonight, on my writing journal. I shall post a link here as soon as I've set up the front page of my other journal.
Yours in Christ,
GnarledMat
How are you?
I am doing alright.
I must confess, however, that I went crazy recently!
I know, right?
It wasn't fun.
I reached out quite a bit to a lot of people, and no one had the time for me. I even called a help hotline. The woman who answered the phone was SO bored and really couldn't pretend to care. So I demured and got off the phone.
Right. So.
I am presently recovering with the only friend I could find, a commissioned officer, actually. Since the Army doesn't have captains, like the Navy does, I shall have to refer to my friend as Company Commander Morgan.
And while I would like to carry on that aborted joke for a short while longer, I shall stop, as I'm fairly serious, I'm pretty damned miserable.
But I'm working on it.
So I signed on for three, specific things.
1) I fixate way too much on repetitive tasks. I play freecell for hours, memorize The Raven instead of the maximum effective range of an M4 carbine, and read too much Dr. Mcninja. I need to work on that, but I have a hard time getting away from those time consumers.
2) I am listening to a lot of Neutral Milk Hotel and Lady Gaga, the former for its haunting introspection and the latter because she's one hot momma, and I like her fashion sense.
3) My writing. More in the next paragraphs.
I have read through George R R Martin's A Song of Fire and Ice books several, several times, and I've fallen in love. THAT is the the writing style I have always striven for, a very frank, curt, sometimes lyrical style, with characters at odds with one another and the reader sympathetic to nearly each of them.
So I'm working on Necropolis again. I've posted parts of the first half of the book online a couple of times, but I don't think anyone really knows much about the book.
Good.
Because I think that the book is going to change significantly, and I'm happy that I won't be recreating what, today, brings great sadness to me.
One problem I am running across a bit is that I am in analysis paralysis.
So to fix that, I think I'm going to avoid planning the book as I normally would try to do.
I want this to pretty much be a stream of consciousness work.
I am going to try to keep up a steady stream of output. It'll be a trickle, really, at maybe a page a day, if that, but I am going to try to keep to the schedule. Army life is not conducive to keeping up a steady personal life, but I shall see if I can defeat that obstacle.
My first post will be tonight, on my writing journal. I shall post a link here as soon as I've set up the front page of my other journal.
Yours in Christ,
GnarledMat