I’ve now read nearly 20 books this year, and have yet to rate any of them 4 or more stars. Granted, this is partially my fault for re-reading two mediocre fantasy series from the 80’s. That, at least, allowed the realization that the state of fantasy fiction, the talent level… Read more »
On July 20th, 2014 6:43 a.m. I became father to a second child. A girl. Another girl. Swell. I do really like girls, but now I’m going to be surrounded by them for the rest of my life. Peace and quiet will forever elude me, as will my wallet and… Read more »
It’s a waste of time. Sure, it takes a while to get Emacs almost perfect, but once it has reached that state you only then need to achieve perfection which is a never-ending goal, but one worth striving for. This is dissimilar from other editors which cannot even approach almost… Read more »
If this morning’s 1000+ words is any indication, then yes. I like what I’ve written, which is better than the alternative. Will I still like it tomorrow? Ask me tomorrow. My work was done on the Linux beta of Scrivener, which I quite enjoy, but did it make me any more… Read more »
This is largely for personal reference so I don’t have to go searching for the solution again should I need to reinstall Linux. If you are unaware TableSmith is an excellent role-playing utility to create and run random tables. After I finally got it running well under Linux, I decided… Read more »
1155 words yesterday, and some work all this past week. I have finally emerged from the darkness. I’m being melodramatic. Still, it was hard to begin again, but now that I have my head is teeming with ideas and there is nothing else that I want to do except write.
939 words this morning. Is chocolate guava even a reasonable combination? I should try it before assuming it would taste good. I confess, I have no idea what guava tastes like. But chocolate? Surely that makes anything better.
600+ words yesterday. A fair production in the time available. I fear I’ve added too much cruft.
I’m still going. 1400+ words yesterday. The story grows in unexpected ways. Last week it tried to strangle me, and I was forced to cut one of its grasping, sucking tentacles. It hurt me more than it hurt it.
496 words. None even close to good. Pitiful, clumsy, foo. That was supposed to be ‘fool’, but ‘foo’ adds a Mr. T vibe which is entirely inappropriate. Wa wa Wa Ubaal. I should make a song of it. One in which the dancers have blood rained upon them.