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In preparation for the longest night
Tomorrow being the longest night of the year I feel that I should either finish my review of Dracula in London, read Carmilla or possibly eat some steak tartare in honour of the occasion. What I’m probably going to do is any number of those things which may even involve attempting to play the 1988 quasi-text adventure also titled Dracula in London since I gave up on Dracula Unleashed years ago and have since found a compilation of all the video footage anyway.
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nekonexus, finish my index page and stop being surprised by Dreamweaver. Though these are all things that I’ll set myself a vague deadline of Epiphany for which gives me a good three weeks to deal with them with space for seasonal gatherings and drunkenness in between.
In regards to the website I just need to sit down and do what needs to be done. As for the fic writing while I do just need to find the right mood to finish the comedy piece I really need to stop over thinking the pr0n which is probably only going to last all of a paragraph anyway. The last time I wrote actual graphic yaoi it took me something like a day with a pot of tea to write it, it just being the graphic section by itself. I’ve a tendency to spend ages figuring out the plausibility of angles and what are and aren’t relevant details to add into the narrative to make it interesting reading, since writing sex after all is as far removed from having sex as the intro to Halflife is to using a real mass spectrometer. Granted, they do both involve mention of the same components but one employs the description of them for dramatic effect while the other actually involves putting component A into slot B or injecting fluid C into hole D, if you’re using a gas chromatograph.
I’m also waiting to finish my review of Dracula in London before I gather up a rant the title of which may end up being ‘How to Prove That You Know Fuck All About the Occult’ since there’s a story in there that proves my point and leads me to believe that the American population is being duped into paying for ‘creative writing’ courses that actually teach them nothing when they’d be better off served by taking actually English degrees if authorship's their inclination. Though without going into much just yet that aside about people wanting to become professional authors does at least remind me of the odd occasion I’ve had someone tell me that if only I got my act together I could get myself published, which never addresses the fact that I don’t have any fiction that’s particularly suitable for professional publication because I’m not looking to be a professional author, leading me to suspect that no amount of expensive teaching is going to solve their problem.
What I need to do is stop faffing about and finish two fics that I’m writing concurrently, one of which probably only needs a final paragraph to be complete, html my original pieces for upload to webspace kindly provided by the magnanimous
nekonexus, finish my index page and stop being surprised by Dreamweaver. Though these are all things that I’ll set myself a vague deadline of Epiphany for which gives me a good three weeks to deal with them with space for seasonal gatherings and drunkenness in between.In regards to the website I just need to sit down and do what needs to be done. As for the fic writing while I do just need to find the right mood to finish the comedy piece I really need to stop over thinking the pr0n which is probably only going to last all of a paragraph anyway. The last time I wrote actual graphic yaoi it took me something like a day with a pot of tea to write it, it just being the graphic section by itself. I’ve a tendency to spend ages figuring out the plausibility of angles and what are and aren’t relevant details to add into the narrative to make it interesting reading, since writing sex after all is as far removed from having sex as the intro to Halflife is to using a real mass spectrometer. Granted, they do both involve mention of the same components but one employs the description of them for dramatic effect while the other actually involves putting component A into slot B or injecting fluid C into hole D, if you’re using a gas chromatograph.
I’m also waiting to finish my review of Dracula in London before I gather up a rant the title of which may end up being ‘How to Prove That You Know Fuck All About the Occult’ since there’s a story in there that proves my point and leads me to believe that the American population is being duped into paying for ‘creative writing’ courses that actually teach them nothing when they’d be better off served by taking actually English degrees if authorship's their inclination. Though without going into much just yet that aside about people wanting to become professional authors does at least remind me of the odd occasion I’ve had someone tell me that if only I got my act together I could get myself published, which never addresses the fact that I don’t have any fiction that’s particularly suitable for professional publication because I’m not looking to be a professional author, leading me to suspect that no amount of expensive teaching is going to solve their problem.