Crawling to the line.
Dealing with Aow's cancer has taken much from me this week, but I am remembering all I went through after discovering it in Waa, that which I feel kept her living for two years and not weeks. The medicine and surgery seem to have helped and his health is on the rise.
The webwork and release of New World Chaos was knocked for yet another loop by this and I am trying not to allow the knowledge that my co-creator, and CHORONZON, and the World are all waiting for ME to fucking finish dinner already. Take each page and picture and word and track and place it where it belongs and it gets done; thinking of the whole makes me too dizzy.
Perhaps the lateness was a fortune in disguise, as one of the tracks needed severe improvements. Awakened in middle of night by a dream - I have had frequent dreams of CHORONZON this week, which could have a lot to do with a painting of him which now hangs above my computer (it's actually four paintings of him in one, depending on how I hang it on the wall, and more than THAT depending on how far I stand from it!) I rushed to the machine, shoved on the 'phones and fixed it. Goodness gracious, it was a mess, and the first track on the album, yet (actually, with the added prologue, the second) but in the condition it was in it may have - according to C. himself - "offended Vrekakequai so much you could have had your whole peninsula shaken to atoms. Atom's weight indeed, it was that unheavy. Neither one of our faults as creators in particular, but I take responsibility for not noticing this until now and bless CHORONZON thriceover for saving me from releasing it in such awful form. The website's visual elements are mostly done and the textual are underwayed. CHORONZON, if you can heal toothaches can you stimulate my adrenonergic systems so that my narcolepsy doesn't kick in every five minutes? Find some poor insomniac out there who craves sleep and trade wakeness needed for slumber completely unwanted.
The webwork and release of New World Chaos was knocked for yet another loop by this and I am trying not to allow the knowledge that my co-creator, and CHORONZON, and the World are all waiting for ME to fucking finish dinner already. Take each page and picture and word and track and place it where it belongs and it gets done; thinking of the whole makes me too dizzy.
Perhaps the lateness was a fortune in disguise, as one of the tracks needed severe improvements. Awakened in middle of night by a dream - I have had frequent dreams of CHORONZON this week, which could have a lot to do with a painting of him which now hangs above my computer (it's actually four paintings of him in one, depending on how I hang it on the wall, and more than THAT depending on how far I stand from it!) I rushed to the machine, shoved on the 'phones and fixed it. Goodness gracious, it was a mess, and the first track on the album, yet (actually, with the added prologue, the second) but in the condition it was in it may have - according to C. himself - "offended Vrekakequai so much you could have had your whole peninsula shaken to atoms. Atom's weight indeed, it was that unheavy. Neither one of our faults as creators in particular, but I take responsibility for not noticing this until now and bless CHORONZON thriceover for saving me from releasing it in such awful form. The website's visual elements are mostly done and the textual are underwayed. CHORONZON, if you can heal toothaches can you stimulate my adrenonergic systems so that my narcolepsy doesn't kick in every five minutes? Find some poor insomniac out there who craves sleep and trade wakeness needed for slumber completely unwanted.