you can rent the space inside my mind

The good thing about not having a computer: less distractions from writing. When I have mine back, I'll have at least three updates for The Strange Aeons, maybe more. At last I have a clear sense of where the story is going, instead of waving both arms in front of me in the dark hoping to stumble into it.

Having thought about the things ahead, I am a little nervous about not putting any warnings on it, since that seems to be de rigueur on the internets, but I object to doing it on principle. Published novels don't come with warnings, and I intend to be a Published Author someday.

After all, if Stephenie Meyer can do it, how hard can it be?

Computer repairs still in progress. Since we are currently about 400 miles apart, Tim has had to coach me over the phone. Most of our session between one and two a.m. this morning went like this:

( Motherboards are actually well-known for their camoflauge skills. )

In other news, this is fantastic. I've been talking Celldweller for a few entries now and I'm sure you're all sick of it, but I'm still in love. Partly because I associate almost every single one of his songs with some character or story of mine. (Unlike Stephenie Meyer, I have no intention of publicizing that fact if I'm ever published. I doubt Klayton wants to be associated with the kind of stories I write.)

The computer being broken has been something of a blessing as far as my writing is concerned; I've written six pages longhand, which is already more than I wrote most of last year. Now I am anxious for my computer to be fixed so I can type it up properly and fling it at uniformautumn and beescratch all "LOOK WHAT I DID!" I have poor impulse control when it comes to sharing my stories. If someone encourages me or, God forbid, makes me believe they enjoy my writing, they are doomed. As doomed as the mariner after he killed the albatross. Yay out-of-place, pretentious literary allusions.

Also thinking about firing up Finale and working on that opera. The problem there being that Finale is on my computer, not this one.

The things that must get done before I post the first part of the story (going to do it on LJ, because it's easy to do and keep track of):

- write Juliet and Walt in the apartment
- sim Juliet in the park
- sim Juliet and Walt in the apartment

The first scene has been written and even has Boyfriend Approval. Said boyfriend does not care for reading much, so if I can keep his attention for more than fifty or so words, I know I've done well.

The story will be posted at thestrangeaeons, though there's nothing there yet. I plan to knock out the second scene tonight and sim it through the weekend, so fairly soon there should be something there.

/shameless self promotion



Edit: This is why I love Carla.



Comic is Kate Beaton's. Shooping is ugly_kitties's.

Actually, I think if I were a song I'd be 'O mio babbino caro', from Gianni Schicchi, but I no longer have the version of it I like best and I can't find it on Youtube. So, instead, the next most fitting, in accordance with pooklet's rules:

- Just post "If I were a song I'd be this one" with a link to the song.
- The link can be a song uploaded to a file sharing site or on Youtube or pretty much anywhere.

If I were a song, I'd be this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne28N4HcaeI

( More music and, additionally, story babbling. )

I lied, I found a recording of it on Youtube while composing this entry. What I wouldn't give to have pipes like Renata Tebaldi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SHoxqjbAsI

Don't you just love when one pops into your head unannounced, sits down, and stays awhile?

*writes furiously*

This is a summary of what I've been doing instead of what I should be doing (namely, writing).

( Idiocy is this way. )

Seeing as this is the general order of events, it will take me sixty years to complete a novel. By which point I will be eighty, senile, and no longer interested in writing. This is a troubling development.