I had this weird dream last night that someone killed my computer over IRC and I had to reformat. And for some reason this involved a cross-country road-trip and some very large man with a baby who identified different breeds of geraniums. And I tried to argue with him over something, but preceeded the whole thing with a hug and lots of pandering, but afterwards he still wanted to kill me, so after the festival at the giant front-less building that is almost always the Shoreland in my dreams I had to beg a cop to escort me home. (It's odd that my dreams often have nothing to do with each other, but have these random recurring elements). For some reason I lived in a floating trailer. That had a porch.
Anyway... I really haven't done anything immediately useful today. I told myself that I'd get some work done on my Tolkien project, which is my goal for this weekend (I'd like to have it almost finished), but I'm still sort of dry on inspiration. I've got half a dozen other ideas for writing that I'd like to explore (for some reason I'm finding it more and more interesting to write things that I don't know the resolution to), but nothing that relates back to Tolkien enough to justify it. I am making progress in the Silmarillion, though. And that at least counts for something, I hope. At least I'm getting a better feel for my setting. It's definitely going to have to be early in history. And I don't know what to do about my narrator. It can't be an Ent, because the story would never get told. Or at least, it couldn't be told without being really painfully boring.
My poor computer only has 13 gigs free. And I just burnt 4 CDs. I think I'm going to have to get rid of some of my AMVs and PVs. Maybe I'll burn them onto my CD-RWs when I get home. Those have got to be good for something. (What? RWs were needed before we had thumb drives, yo!)
All right... short entry. Oddly enough I've been up since 8:30 this morning. Silly construction workers and their drills. Around 10ish or something this mornig though they moved on to the saws. They make a lot more dust, but luckily the wind was in my favour, and they don't make nearly as much noise. Those stupid drills vibrate the whole building. And give me a headache. But I'm off to work on my project. I told myself that I'd have a page or so started tonight, and I aim to actually do that. Yay!
Anyway... I really haven't done anything immediately useful today. I told myself that I'd get some work done on my Tolkien project, which is my goal for this weekend (I'd like to have it almost finished), but I'm still sort of dry on inspiration. I've got half a dozen other ideas for writing that I'd like to explore (for some reason I'm finding it more and more interesting to write things that I don't know the resolution to), but nothing that relates back to Tolkien enough to justify it. I am making progress in the Silmarillion, though. And that at least counts for something, I hope. At least I'm getting a better feel for my setting. It's definitely going to have to be early in history. And I don't know what to do about my narrator. It can't be an Ent, because the story would never get told. Or at least, it couldn't be told without being really painfully boring.
My poor computer only has 13 gigs free. And I just burnt 4 CDs. I think I'm going to have to get rid of some of my AMVs and PVs. Maybe I'll burn them onto my CD-RWs when I get home. Those have got to be good for something. (What? RWs were needed before we had thumb drives, yo!)
All right... short entry. Oddly enough I've been up since 8:30 this morning. Silly construction workers and their drills. Around 10ish or something this mornig though they moved on to the saws. They make a lot more dust, but luckily the wind was in my favour, and they don't make nearly as much noise. Those stupid drills vibrate the whole building. And give me a headache. But I'm off to work on my project. I told myself that I'd have a page or so started tonight, and I aim to actually do that. Yay!