My day of "writing."

So, finally a day to write.

I get up early after a good night's sleep, get through some mail and news, go get my paycheck, and at around 1300, I'm ready.

I have four subsectors worth of planetary details ready to be expounded upon, a 12 pack of Coke, and have been fed recently. Music is playing, all needed reference materials are within reach. I feel no need to go to the restroom, go have any sort of sexual relief, nor am I in any pain.

So why can't I write one coherent fucking word? This isn't rocket science, I'm just trying to get a hundred words or so about each planet on the screen, that's all I need, but I can't even get one sentence that fits together in place!

OK, do a diversion thing. So I work on a filk of Anwyn's Red Flag called Flaming Eye which is about Vilani privateers. Sketch an outline of a Dawson's Christian filk. But nothing for Trojan Reach.

Kirsten comes home, so I take a break. Watch some TV, read a little, do the dishes. I take her to the train station, and stop at Gamescape and our comic store, grab several things of interest. Watch the BBC news, ABC news Cantonese news for no reason.. Go back to the computer.

And still nothing.

Excuse me while I rip my hair out and bang my head on the wall trying to bust loose some ideas from the calcified remains of my brain.

Screeee!!!!

Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Turtledove is going to be at BayCon!Harry Tur
**[BOOM]**

gasp, wheeze..

Can you tell I'm a Turtledove fan?

Hail Eris!

Yes, you guessed it!
( I took another quiz! )

OK, this is better.

Getting a lot written today, most of a subsector already.

And I'm fed, so I'm ready to write as late as I can stay up.

New Filk!

As always, writing tends to burst open the dam of my creativity, and all sorts of things pop out.

For the non-Travellers, the Vilani are a branch of humanity that separated from us when we were homo habilis. The Ancients took them away, and they got to the stars first, build quite an empire before we showed up and kicked it over. The flaming eye is the Vilani equivalent of the skull and crossbones.

( Can I get an Arrrrr from y'all? )