On writing.
I have something of a goal these days, in regards to my writing. That goal is money. Admittedly I have always liked money before, and endeavoured to attain it, but now I need it for something more pressing and tangible. So as the need for money has become more urgent, so has the need to write stuff that I can sell for said money.
However, I am not entirely content to become a shill willing to pump out any old crap for a quick buck. I may be a filthy, greedy little man eager to get his hands on some cold currency, but I am also an artist with standards. I shall be making money my own way, which may explain how grumpy and exasperated I will become over the coming months as it is decidedly harder to earn through creativity and originality than it is via pumping out dross for the lowest common denominator.
The thing is, what do I like to write? I have a penchant for hard fantasy and soft sci-fi, where I can conjure up all manner of things from the depths of my mind. Up until a while ago, I saw this as a flaw, so I tried experimenting with stories that I had to do research for and that kind of thing. But, why? My imagination is not something I should have to work around! It is an asset! Yes, I have had my fill of trying to round myself out for the time being and I am now embracing my creativity wholesale.
Although I haven't given up improving my work, I hasten to add. That would be dumb.
Right now my grand plans are suffering a minor setback in the form of my ever-trusty desktop having taken another turn and screwed something up, leaving me in the lurch until it is fixed. That doesn't look like it's going to happen anytime soon, so I am stuck using my rather cute little laptop for anything and everything. Even though it's rather old, it's still performing admirably so far with what I'm requiring of it. But it does tend to chug when I give it too much to cope with, and without a DVD player it's unlikely I'll be watching any movies until the desktop is resurrected.
Lastly, with the onset of things going on in my life and what is hopefully the beginning of my writing career, I also think I may start posting more than one journal entry per month.
However, I am not entirely content to become a shill willing to pump out any old crap for a quick buck. I may be a filthy, greedy little man eager to get his hands on some cold currency, but I am also an artist with standards. I shall be making money my own way, which may explain how grumpy and exasperated I will become over the coming months as it is decidedly harder to earn through creativity and originality than it is via pumping out dross for the lowest common denominator.
The thing is, what do I like to write? I have a penchant for hard fantasy and soft sci-fi, where I can conjure up all manner of things from the depths of my mind. Up until a while ago, I saw this as a flaw, so I tried experimenting with stories that I had to do research for and that kind of thing. But, why? My imagination is not something I should have to work around! It is an asset! Yes, I have had my fill of trying to round myself out for the time being and I am now embracing my creativity wholesale.
Although I haven't given up improving my work, I hasten to add. That would be dumb.
Right now my grand plans are suffering a minor setback in the form of my ever-trusty desktop having taken another turn and screwed something up, leaving me in the lurch until it is fixed. That doesn't look like it's going to happen anytime soon, so I am stuck using my rather cute little laptop for anything and everything. Even though it's rather old, it's still performing admirably so far with what I'm requiring of it. But it does tend to chug when I give it too much to cope with, and without a DVD player it's unlikely I'll be watching any movies until the desktop is resurrected.
Lastly, with the onset of things going on in my life and what is hopefully the beginning of my writing career, I also think I may start posting more than one journal entry per month.