Every time I sit down to work on the Zaphod novel, I review what the chapter is about and what I last wrote. I sit there, fearing I won't be able to start anew. Every time I write, it's like diving into an abyss knowing that I'll never come back. Okay, maybe that's overly dramatic. Maybe it's more like diving into the ocean to go spearfishing and fearing I won't catch anything. I'm not sure why I went with the fishing metaphor, much less the spearfishing metaphor. I've never really done either and I have no desire or interest to. Fact of the matter is that I don't even like fish. Which would explain why I would want to kill them, but only not so much. I don't like the TASTE of fish, not fish themselves. I have nothing against the water-breathers. It's not like they did anything to me (aside from being able to breathe underwater--I mean who HASN'T ever wanted to be able to do that?? And there the fish go, swimming around in circles and literally rubbing their highly-advanced water-breathing capabilities in our faces. I wouldn't mind to kill a fish or two out of spite.)
I think I lost track. I think I also need to poo, but for some reason that's not going to happen right away. So I'll just sit here, uncomfortable, staring at the computer screen, ready to write more about Zaphod and equally uncomfortable with the fear of not being able to spear whatever words might be lurking in the deep, black abyss of this story so that I can splay them and arrange them on this page.
Ah, there we go. Maybe some alcohol will help lube the cogs in my head.
If you want to see if the alcoholic lube actually helped (it didn't), click "read more"!
Two beers down. Feeling better. That constipated feeling down in my bowels has passed temporarily. I've successfully put a 500 word dent in the Zaphod book and am close to finishing up the eighth chapter. Or maybe not. I just glanced at the remainder of my chapter notes and I can see that it could go either way. I think I'd like to wrap it up with Zaphod pontificating his way through these last major chapter events, but I thought I'd do that through the funeral home scenes and I wrote a lot more than I was expecting. Good? Bad? Fuck if I know. Lemme grab a Mike's and figure that one out.
What I was going to say is that even with any and all of the writing I'm doing for Zaphod, I still have three or four krumbinesBRAIN scripts to tackle by Monday. Not to mention the need to get ahead on some WEBCAMS and and the next episode of Tube Talking. Oh, and remind me to tell you about my day.
A FEW MINUTES LATER.
In the end, I only added about a hundred words. I didn't realize that I had already hit the 3k word per chapter mark, and it actually made more sense to move the rest of my story points into the next chapter. This is actually a really good place to stop working on Zaphod, because the next step will be to flesh out the outlines for the next few chapters. Which brings me to my most favorite part of the writing process! The printing! I know it's quickly become an archaic practice, but there's something to be said about seeing your words in a stack of pages. There's a sense of accomplishment to it, more so than you find by just staring at a computer screen. Plus, it really is easier to edit on paper than it is on a computer ... especially since I'm giving these pages to Sam to edit. Yeah, I have to make her earn her keep somehow.
Yep, this evening has been a total waste. I dunno, I should really try to bang out a krumbinesBRAIN script, but I am so not in the zone. I guess the good news is that I finally pooped. I know you were concerned.
There are some incredibly stupid thoughts running around my head and they're distracting the hell out of me. I just closed all my browser windows and maybe I can focus for a two minutes here.
I've been trying to sell a handful of things on craigslist, but it's been a real pain in the ass. Which really irritates me because when I was in Orlando, I didn't have any problems unloading stuff. I'm not sure if it's geography or if it's this recession/post-recession tightening of purse strings, but it's definitely tiresome. This morning a guy was gung ho about buying the cell phone I was selling. Said he'd be here in 30 minutes. Didn't happen. Okay, so maybe the guy died or something, but it's still annoying. The good news is that after a bunch of swing-and-misses for this damn phone, I think I might finally be moving it tomorrow. And yes, move not sell. Which means tomorrow I'll have a new Blackberry that I may or may not be trying to sell as well.
You can start seeing some of my frustration for this day.
After I got back home from the failed phone sale, I hooked up with Benzone50 to record an upcoming Vlog-A-Log. That went well. Right up until the point where it didn't. First, I have to say that Ben is a great guy to chat with and I'm definitely looking forward to doing it again with him, but while we were Skyping today, his connection (or computer, or the magical internet fairies) kept dropping our chat and it took several minutes (upwards of 15 at times) to reconnect. The end result will be a choppy, partial video/partial audio Vlog-A-Log. All told, it probably took about two hours to record a fifty minute conversation (MAYBE fifty minutes).
And to top it all off, I still haven't written a lick of krumbinesBRAIN for Monday. My brain sucks balls tonight.
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