I am emotionally confused, right now. It's for multiple reasons. Granted, some reasons which I shouldn't talk about here could be construed as having more impact. Still, there are other things too. Personal things. Things I should write about. But, you know, won't.
It doesn't help matters that I am not at 100% physically. I think it's some sort of summer cold. I am not laid out on my ass or anything, but I am definitely sluggish and snifflely. I would like to blame allergies. It isn't that though. Comes and goes too frequently at random intervals. No direct causes.
So, Blah. That's what I have.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
The Lateness of the Hour
I am listening to Alex Clare right now because I guessed wrong on SongPop.
I play Song Pop on the Facebook. I think it is the only "social" game I play. Plenty of people have their Farmville and their Candy Crush, but not me. I stick to simple song trivia stuff. It is mainly a time killer. I currently on have about 4 regular games going on. I have played hundreds of games at this point with dozens of people, but most people loss interest in such games. I blame ADD. People have no dedication anymore.
I wound up buying the Alex Clare album The Lateness of the Hour a while back. It was one of those random iTunes purchases. I had stored credit and felt like spending it. I happened to be listening to the the song on the radio earlier that day, and it stuck in my head. The song was Too Close (oddly enough playing as I type this).
During one game, I guessed wrong, and Too Close was the correct answer. As penance, I usually watch the video of the song to refresh myself for future reference. I knew he was a white guy. What I didn't know was that the video presents him as someone who would look more comfortable in a folk band. Completely prejudging, I didn't think he was a guy to sing over dub-step. Color me surprised. Still, I think it's a good song. Album isn't too bad either. Maybe not everyone's type of music, but I dig it.
Sunday is usually a weird night. I have probably said this on multiple occasions. Still, it rings true. I always want to do something, so here I am writing about Facebook games and music.
I am trying to un-scuttle my brain. I think I shut off too much of my fictional creativity. I have no usual problems waxing philosophical with some writing, but expect me to add dialog to a character and I freeze. I am trying to figure out a script. I am not even shooting for something lengthy.
An eight page comic story, that's it. That is all I am trying to write. Creativity keeps getting sapped from my body whenever I approach focusing on it. I have maybe 2 pages kind of figured out. You would think this shouldn't be difficult being that I deal with comics on a daily basis. I know and understand the structure, the flow... Hell, I even know most of the formatting issues. I just can't figure out the meat of the story. The reason for people to actually want to get invested in reading it. Having a good beginning and a good end means squat when there is no in-between.
So, here I am at nearly 3 A.M. My mind is nearly wiped from the weekend. I filled it with various movies and reading and games. Now, I have no desires for anything except the anticipation of desire. Crap, I should just sleep. Good night.
I play Song Pop on the Facebook. I think it is the only "social" game I play. Plenty of people have their Farmville and their Candy Crush, but not me. I stick to simple song trivia stuff. It is mainly a time killer. I currently on have about 4 regular games going on. I have played hundreds of games at this point with dozens of people, but most people loss interest in such games. I blame ADD. People have no dedication anymore.
I wound up buying the Alex Clare album The Lateness of the Hour a while back. It was one of those random iTunes purchases. I had stored credit and felt like spending it. I happened to be listening to the the song on the radio earlier that day, and it stuck in my head. The song was Too Close (oddly enough playing as I type this).
During one game, I guessed wrong, and Too Close was the correct answer. As penance, I usually watch the video of the song to refresh myself for future reference. I knew he was a white guy. What I didn't know was that the video presents him as someone who would look more comfortable in a folk band. Completely prejudging, I didn't think he was a guy to sing over dub-step. Color me surprised. Still, I think it's a good song. Album isn't too bad either. Maybe not everyone's type of music, but I dig it.
Sunday is usually a weird night. I have probably said this on multiple occasions. Still, it rings true. I always want to do something, so here I am writing about Facebook games and music.
I am trying to un-scuttle my brain. I think I shut off too much of my fictional creativity. I have no usual problems waxing philosophical with some writing, but expect me to add dialog to a character and I freeze. I am trying to figure out a script. I am not even shooting for something lengthy.
An eight page comic story, that's it. That is all I am trying to write. Creativity keeps getting sapped from my body whenever I approach focusing on it. I have maybe 2 pages kind of figured out. You would think this shouldn't be difficult being that I deal with comics on a daily basis. I know and understand the structure, the flow... Hell, I even know most of the formatting issues. I just can't figure out the meat of the story. The reason for people to actually want to get invested in reading it. Having a good beginning and a good end means squat when there is no in-between.
So, here I am at nearly 3 A.M. My mind is nearly wiped from the weekend. I filled it with various movies and reading and games. Now, I have no desires for anything except the anticipation of desire. Crap, I should just sleep. Good night.
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