A Slightly More Journalistic Post
I have written very, very little recently. I'm in a rather unpleasant rut right now, but it should be gone soon.
The other day, in Applied Writing, we were asked to write for 10 minutes about somethingorother.
That's right, folks. Happy Man.
(I apologise if the picture is huge, but either Photobucket or Live Journal is a total TWAT, and no matter how much I resize it, it continues to appear huge. A technological miracle, in some ways, but a very annoying one.)
I just sat there thinking for nearly 10 minutes, and then scribbled that. If Claire asked me to shew what I had done, I would just have handed that to her.
In other news, today I went to the local chocolate/sweets store just to hang around and smell it.
I've desperately needed to write about Blaxcell recently, but can't. He supposedly smells like a chocolate store, so I went there to see if it would help.
I felt a little guilty just standing around for ages, occasionally looking at my notepad, so I bought some peanut brittle.
Still nothing.
I've also had the idea of writing little books of collections of short stories about Neitherworlders. Stories which don't fit into the larger ones, or happen outside of the timeframes of the novels. I'd do them between books.
Of course, at the rate I'm going at the moment, that idea is a few YEARS off at the moment.
Ahh well.
The other day, in Applied Writing, we were asked to write for 10 minutes about somethingorother.
That's right, folks. Happy Man.
(I apologise if the picture is huge, but either Photobucket or Live Journal is a total TWAT, and no matter how much I resize it, it continues to appear huge. A technological miracle, in some ways, but a very annoying one.)
I just sat there thinking for nearly 10 minutes, and then scribbled that. If Claire asked me to shew what I had done, I would just have handed that to her.
In other news, today I went to the local chocolate/sweets store just to hang around and smell it.
I've desperately needed to write about Blaxcell recently, but can't. He supposedly smells like a chocolate store, so I went there to see if it would help.
I felt a little guilty just standing around for ages, occasionally looking at my notepad, so I bought some peanut brittle.
Still nothing.
I've also had the idea of writing little books of collections of short stories about Neitherworlders. Stories which don't fit into the larger ones, or happen outside of the timeframes of the novels. I'd do them between books.
Of course, at the rate I'm going at the moment, that idea is a few YEARS off at the moment.
Ahh well.