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Sunday afternoon. Sunny out, maybe 68°. I'm inside wearing cashmere, socks, and shoes, drinking tea with milk, taking a wee brain-resting break.
Comic scripting, comic scripting, comic scripting. Just want it out of the way. I'm not even going for "good", just "competent" - displaying that I understand the forms and format. I'm sure I'm going to get the "too many words in this panel" criticism, so I'm just going to nod and smile and agree when that happens. Sorry; I'm prosy. Studying Y: The Last Man to learn how to structure fight scenes; he doesn't always do them the same way. Sometimes he uses a lot of panels - six or seven - and sometimes only three. I wish I could be like Brian K. Vaughn, but then I'd have to write for Lost.
It hurts my ego to hear about wotzername Twilight author having arenas full of screaming fans. It's things like that that make me want to get out of the vampire-book game; but also makes me want it more. As far as I've heard, those books aren't all that. Ain't it always the way?
Hope to get some more Mad Men watched. Yes, I love it to death. It's another show, like The Wire, where I absolutely love and grok every single character. And everything they wear or drive.
Went to a show last night where I missed most of the band that I had come to see because my eyes suddenly couldn't take the smoke and I had to flee outside. Okay, fine, make all venues non-smoking. I'm okay with that. I like to smoke when I'm in a bar, but really, I'm fine with going outside, too. (Also, it was an interesting scene; for the first time in a while, I was in a place with two different guys who I've had sex with before. Wanted to hug one, and punch out the other. As usual.)
So... I'm going to try something... with the exception of finishing one tiny project that's 95% done already, and of course writing crap on my various LJs, I'm going to try to not write anything for a month. It's usually when I tell myself that I can't when I get some of my best ideas. But yes, I'm going to give up for a while, and not even try. Let's see how long I can make it; I don't remember the last time I didn't write any fiction for a month; it must have been back in '94 or maybe '95, or maybe '96, after the fire, when my computer was in a box for a month. I might have written down things by hand then, though. But I'm going to try to force myself into taking a break. It's very risky, of course... but maybe it's all right now. I certainly can't keep trying to wring blood out of a turnip. (Yes, I just called my creative mind a turnip. Yes indeed.)
Comic scripting, comic scripting, comic scripting. Just want it out of the way. I'm not even going for "good", just "competent" - displaying that I understand the forms and format. I'm sure I'm going to get the "too many words in this panel" criticism, so I'm just going to nod and smile and agree when that happens. Sorry; I'm prosy. Studying Y: The Last Man to learn how to structure fight scenes; he doesn't always do them the same way. Sometimes he uses a lot of panels - six or seven - and sometimes only three. I wish I could be like Brian K. Vaughn, but then I'd have to write for Lost.
It hurts my ego to hear about wotzername Twilight author having arenas full of screaming fans. It's things like that that make me want to get out of the vampire-book game; but also makes me want it more. As far as I've heard, those books aren't all that. Ain't it always the way?
Hope to get some more Mad Men watched. Yes, I love it to death. It's another show, like The Wire, where I absolutely love and grok every single character. And everything they wear or drive.
Went to a show last night where I missed most of the band that I had come to see because my eyes suddenly couldn't take the smoke and I had to flee outside. Okay, fine, make all venues non-smoking. I'm okay with that. I like to smoke when I'm in a bar, but really, I'm fine with going outside, too. (Also, it was an interesting scene; for the first time in a while, I was in a place with two different guys who I've had sex with before. Wanted to hug one, and punch out the other. As usual.)
So... I'm going to try something... with the exception of finishing one tiny project that's 95% done already, and of course writing crap on my various LJs, I'm going to try to not write anything for a month. It's usually when I tell myself that I can't when I get some of my best ideas. But yes, I'm going to give up for a while, and not even try. Let's see how long I can make it; I don't remember the last time I didn't write any fiction for a month; it must have been back in '94 or maybe '95, or maybe '96, after the fire, when my computer was in a box for a month. I might have written down things by hand then, though. But I'm going to try to force myself into taking a break. It's very risky, of course... but maybe it's all right now. I certainly can't keep trying to wring blood out of a turnip. (Yes, I just called my creative mind a turnip. Yes indeed.)