I don’t have much time here. In five minutes, I’ve got to pick up Natania from work, and then we’re headed to the farmers’ market to restock the larder.
The reason I’ve been so absent as of late is, firstly, work. I’m taking on a lot, and the company is very busy as of late. Things will probably even out in the near future, in which case I won’t be so stressed.
It’s eating into some of my recreational activities, even when I’m off the clock. MUSHing, and more importantly, writing, both involve sitting on one’s arse for extended periods of time, staring into the CRT and typing away. I spend eight hours a day doing this, usually, and the last thing I want to do when I get home is plop my calloused behind down in a chair and tack on an extra four or five.
But I’ve made a small amount of time for the latter of those two ventures, because it’s a passion that I cannot (no matter how hard I try) get out of my brain. And that is the secondary reason for my lack of posts. I’m working on something bloggish, dealing with an experience I had two summers ago. I’m having fun getting it down in words, and I’m learning a bit in the process. I hope you’ll enjoy it, when I do finally deem it ready for the few of you who read my thoughts.
‘Til then, I’ll leave you with what is occupying my free time outside of work:
- Neil Gaiman’s Blog. I don’t typically read journals-of-the-rich-and-famous. I like to stick to the folk I know and geeky ex-child stars. But recently, I’ve gotten back into Gaiman’s work, and he has one of the most down-to-earth yet informative journals available on the web. If you don’t know who Neil Gaiman is, then go to your local bookstore (unfortunately, most indies don’t carry a lot of his work, so you may be forced to infiltrate the nearby B&N or Borders), locate the graphic novel section (comic books), pull out ‘Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes’ and possibly ‘Endless Nights’ (and, really, anything you can find) and read them. And then, go to the fantasy section, locate his stuff, and read American Gods, Neverwhere, and his short story collection, Smoke and Mirrors. And then, maybe you’ll understand my obsession.
- WUAG. The campus radio station just got a new console and we’re gonna be doing webcasts pretty soon. My show’s Thursday at 11pm, and I’m usually too tired to go on for more than an hour, but maybe soon you’ll be able to tune in over the Intarweb?
- Ghost Town. The tale of a cyclist’s adventures through the scorched earth of the Belarus/Ukraine borderlands, the epicenter of the largest reactor meltdown in history. Human and technological error combined to create a most unfortunate graphite explosion, which sent so much radiation into the air that it was registered thousands of miles away in Sweden. This could be the plot for a post-apocalyptic science fiction story, but it’s not. This is real.
- Academy of Art in SF Fires Teachers, Expels Student Over Content of Short Fiction. Not related to me, personally, but I had ny fair share of gratuitously violent short stories written and submitted to writing workshops in my youth. Doesn’t seem like the best way to go about dealing with it, eh?
More later, I hope!
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