Rambling pointlessly
May. 10th, 2004 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowynMmm, writing.
I got nothin' to write, but I really want to write it.
Isn't that peculiar? I have this overwhelming urge to fill the screen with black letters against crisp white background, crawling forward one character at a time, meaning ... absolutely nothing. There's a hundred things I could be writing about: my trip to Canada two weeks ago,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telnar's visit this weekend, an essay I had in mind about children and families, the next chapter in Silver Scales, the next bit in Prophecy. I could post about the artwork I plan to auction off for the benefit of a university library. I could answer some of my backlog of correspondence. I could write about City of Heroes or the cat in my lap or the state of my basement or ...
Mmm. I dunno what else. I've got lots of ideas, in fact. And soon enough I will go do some writing for Prophecy, I'm sure. But just now, just at this moment, I don't particularly want to do any of it. Right now, what I really want to do is write whatever comes to mind, no form, no structure, no editing, just words and letters flitting across the screen. Whee! I gots nothing to say and all night to say it!
There's a camera on my desk with the black cable coiled next to it; I think I downloaded the last pictures from it, which were of the drawing I plan to auction. I didn't like any of them, so I may take some more. Or maybe I'll give up and do it as-is. I don't know. I'm in no rush. I took a whole bunch of pictures oftelnar while he was here, but I was using his camera so I don't know if any of them came out all right. The idea was to take lots and hopefully he wouldn't look like he was in the middle of a firing line for one of them. ("What caliber rounds is the camera firing? .50? .45?" "They're only .22s. Hardly hurt at all.")
Season five of Bablyon 5 is on the desk, too (table, actually, but it serves as my desk, and Lut's as well). We've watched the first six episodes so far. It's anticlimactic after all the turmoil of seasons three and four. We could be watching more of it now, but no, instead, I am rambling pointlessly.
OK, I think that's enough. I'll go work on Prophecy for a bit now. Then maybe I'll bake cookies.
Mmm, cookies.
I got nothin' to write, but I really want to write it.
Isn't that peculiar? I have this overwhelming urge to fill the screen with black letters against crisp white background, crawling forward one character at a time, meaning ... absolutely nothing. There's a hundred things I could be writing about: my trip to Canada two weeks ago,
telnar's visit this weekend, an essay I had in mind about children and families, the next chapter in Silver Scales, the next bit in Prophecy. I could post about the artwork I plan to auction off for the benefit of a university library. I could answer some of my backlog of correspondence. I could write about City of Heroes or the cat in my lap or the state of my basement or ...Mmm. I dunno what else. I've got lots of ideas, in fact. And soon enough I will go do some writing for Prophecy, I'm sure. But just now, just at this moment, I don't particularly want to do any of it. Right now, what I really want to do is write whatever comes to mind, no form, no structure, no editing, just words and letters flitting across the screen. Whee! I gots nothing to say and all night to say it!
There's a camera on my desk with the black cable coiled next to it; I think I downloaded the last pictures from it, which were of the drawing I plan to auction. I didn't like any of them, so I may take some more. Or maybe I'll give up and do it as-is. I don't know. I'm in no rush. I took a whole bunch of pictures of
telnar while he was here, but I was using his camera so I don't know if any of them came out all right. The idea was to take lots and hopefully he wouldn't look like he was in the middle of a firing line for one of them. ("What caliber rounds is the camera firing? .50? .45?" "They're only .22s. Hardly hurt at all.")Season five of Bablyon 5 is on the desk, too (table, actually, but it serves as my desk, and Lut's as well). We've watched the first six episodes so far. It's anticlimactic after all the turmoil of seasons three and four. We could be watching more of it now, but no, instead, I am rambling pointlessly.
OK, I think that's enough. I'll go work on Prophecy for a bit now. Then maybe I'll bake cookies.
Mmm, cookies.
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(smiles)
Date: 2004-05-10 06:00 pm (UTC)Re: (smiles)
Date: 2004-05-11 10:57 am (UTC)I'm sorry I missed your birthday, breyda. I hope you had a pleasant day-before-birthday. (I know you were working the day-of, so "pleasant" is probably too much to ask for there.) I need to get a new phone card so I can call you!
Hope to talk to you soon. :)
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Yay! :)
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Date: 2004-05-10 08:25 pm (UTC)I've certainly heard it used that way. Yours are excellent. ];-)
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Date: 2004-05-10 10:08 pm (UTC)I've been missing it, really, though I've been so busy of late that I haven't been missing it quite so badly as I might have otherwise. Now I wonder if I've been slacking by not nagging you about how Prophecy is coming along? =)
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Date: 2004-05-12 06:51 am (UTC)Shazam! And stuff.
Date: 2004-05-15 10:44 am (UTC)I miss living vicariously through other people's MMORPG experiences...