This and That
Jun. 15th, 2004 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hafocHilltown,
Be afraid, it continues. I'm writing Part 5 (I think it is) longhand in a Spiral notebook; the typed version will appear here later. If anybody's reading them.
When I first started writing I Can't Write A Novels I had to scribble everything down longhand first. It's a trick to free my mind. I know that anything I scribble down longhand I'll have to rewrite anyway when I type it up, so I can scribble down anything I want, with no regard to the consequences.
I've typed enough since those days (oh gods yes, I hate to think how much I've typed) that I no longer think of typing as a big thing. Usually I can sit down and bat out first drafts on keyboard now. But when I lock up and can't write, I still fall back on the Spiral notebook and the fountain pen.
And wouldn't you know it, bundle of neuroses that I am, the moment I took a look at what I'd written of Hilltown and thought "Hmmm, this could amount to something!" I locked up. Couldn't think of how to continue the story for two weeks or so there.
Let's be fair to me, though. It might not be the neuroses. It might be the fact that I really am at a difficult part of the story. I've introduced most of the main characters, I've introduced you to the scene. Now the conflict has to start. Now I need one little event to make everything blow to pieces. And I had three or four contenders-- all of which have to happen. But which do I start with? That was the problem.
I think I'm past that now-- when you see the next chapter, you'll be able to tell me if I am, I guess.
... Mortality,
I went to Mom's cottage with Mom and my stepdad Don this weekend. I feel horrible, I feel guilty for admitting I know how old they are, and that their time may be short. It's as if by seeing that, I'm making it happen.
Of course I could be 'lucky' and croak off before they do. My dad died when he was about the age I am now. Don't think THAT doesn't cross my mind once in a while.
... and a Very Nice Day.
I usually go by the concept that work sucks; if it didn't, somebody else would do it for free, and nobody would pay you for it. But every so often I love my job.
Today, there being no office car available, I had to take my Personal Vehicle on a complaint investigation. My Personal Vehicle today was my Suzuki Intruder VL1500 LC. It's a fine road bike, and I rode a fine road with it.
Then when I got there, I walked through the facility and around it, outside the fence, checking for problems.
That brought me to noon, so I headed home, stopping at The Old Depot Restaurant on the way. There is history to that place. I wrote an essay about it I was going to post here, but I don't think I ever did. Be that as it may, it's a good place, and I enjoyed my lunch very much.
A motorcycle ride, a walk in the woods, and a good lunch. That's a pretty good day's recreation. And I was being paid to do it.'
They'll even pay me mileage for the distance I rode.
Be afraid, it continues. I'm writing Part 5 (I think it is) longhand in a Spiral notebook; the typed version will appear here later. If anybody's reading them.
When I first started writing I Can't Write A Novels I had to scribble everything down longhand first. It's a trick to free my mind. I know that anything I scribble down longhand I'll have to rewrite anyway when I type it up, so I can scribble down anything I want, with no regard to the consequences.
I've typed enough since those days (oh gods yes, I hate to think how much I've typed) that I no longer think of typing as a big thing. Usually I can sit down and bat out first drafts on keyboard now. But when I lock up and can't write, I still fall back on the Spiral notebook and the fountain pen.
And wouldn't you know it, bundle of neuroses that I am, the moment I took a look at what I'd written of Hilltown and thought "Hmmm, this could amount to something!" I locked up. Couldn't think of how to continue the story for two weeks or so there.
Let's be fair to me, though. It might not be the neuroses. It might be the fact that I really am at a difficult part of the story. I've introduced most of the main characters, I've introduced you to the scene. Now the conflict has to start. Now I need one little event to make everything blow to pieces. And I had three or four contenders-- all of which have to happen. But which do I start with? That was the problem.
I think I'm past that now-- when you see the next chapter, you'll be able to tell me if I am, I guess.
... Mortality,
I went to Mom's cottage with Mom and my stepdad Don this weekend. I feel horrible, I feel guilty for admitting I know how old they are, and that their time may be short. It's as if by seeing that, I'm making it happen.
Of course I could be 'lucky' and croak off before they do. My dad died when he was about the age I am now. Don't think THAT doesn't cross my mind once in a while.
... and a Very Nice Day.
I usually go by the concept that work sucks; if it didn't, somebody else would do it for free, and nobody would pay you for it. But every so often I love my job.
Today, there being no office car available, I had to take my Personal Vehicle on a complaint investigation. My Personal Vehicle today was my Suzuki Intruder VL1500 LC. It's a fine road bike, and I rode a fine road with it.
Then when I got there, I walked through the facility and around it, outside the fence, checking for problems.
That brought me to noon, so I headed home, stopping at The Old Depot Restaurant on the way. There is history to that place. I wrote an essay about it I was going to post here, but I don't think I ever did. Be that as it may, it's a good place, and I enjoyed my lunch very much.
A motorcycle ride, a walk in the woods, and a good lunch. That's a pretty good day's recreation. And I was being paid to do it.'
They'll even pay me mileage for the distance I rode.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-06-15 11:21 pm (UTC)Big smacks for you! Of course I'm reading them.
no subject
Date: 2004-06-16 12:12 am (UTC)More Hilltown, yay! *bouncybounce*
Motorcycle rides, walks in the woods, and good food also rate a yay!
Don't make me smack you for the morbid stuff though.