Clearly this post is nothing curious, it is just a post in a blog that is regularly updated on time and of consistently high quality.
So, things that have happened;
- I motherfucking completed NaNoWriMo
- I almost had several short stories published (and by almost, I mean that I actually sent them off and got positive rejections)
- I celebrated the day of my birth
- I blew up one computer then almost blew up the laptop that replaced said computer
- Because of said explosion I lost quite a lot of writing that I did not care for and am glad is gone
Expanding on point one, I wrote a novel called “Past lives” which was about a human who had been re-incarnated as an arch-demon and, like much of my work, it was quite awful. Aside from the lack of a coherent plot, I found reading it after completion labour-some, whereas I am very much of the opinion that reading should be enjoyable and easy, of course I hope that editing might help somewhat but I doubt it will. So I will probably be cutting the first 30,000 or so words and then run with the last 20k, which switched the focus from the arch-demon to the political and religious struggles of a race of beings in the same universe as the arch-demon (and it was implied that the race was created by said demon) a section I found far more fun to write and read, I think I can work the past lives and goat themes into it as well, which sort of makes it the same novel.
There is little to be said for the short stories, they were revisions of work I had sent out before and had rejected, but unfortunately my revisions appeared not to satisfy the almighty deciders.
My Birthday was fun, I decided to go with something lower-key than previous years (my birthdays are spoken of with reverence and fear amongst those I drink with) and attended the Halloween parties of two clubs, I developed a small entourage of new friends who I met that night who decided to join my group. Aside from an interesting encounter with a barmaid from the first club at the second club, I have little else to report.
Computer went boom for some unexplained reason, it apparently broke my surge protector as well, so I was unable to use some of my electrical devices for a day (I was shaky and irritable by the end of said day) and then I managed to spill milk onto the laptop that replaced the computer, but luckily it survived my technology destroying rampage and now sits proudly before me, being polite enough not to insult the awful awful words I type onto it.
I lost a lot of work on my old computer, but I am kind of glad, I had gotten bogged down in trying to improve it, or just sheerly depressed and uninspired whenever I read it. So I am using the laptop as something of a fresh start for my writing, hopefully the catalogue of work on it will be significantly better than that of the computer.
I would like to thank the people of the writers block for guilting and pressuring me into writing this pile of words, and if you read this and dislike it, direct your hate at those guys, this post was totally not my fault.
I suppose I should ressurect the tradition of posting the first paragraph of lyrics from the song I was listening to as I completed this post.
“Like a wheel I keep on turning
Straight ahead, it’s got me burning
The melody — the dignity,
Something is speaking to me
Night is cold and my soul is battered
Not afraid for the first time now that I realize
We coincide, I’ll never belong to the tribe
And a song is calling me to this ship of fools”
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