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Oh we are desperate, aren't we? I asked and was given permission to bring my old computer home from work for a few days. Obstensibly for my son, but he says nah, it's okay--he's talking to his girlfriend all night... LOL. Yes, girlfriend--amazing what a few weeks without one's gaming computer can do for a young man.
Anyway, thought I'd share what we are dealing with here. The first is the ghetto computer I refer to often. Its monitor flashes continuously, so needs to be connected to my monitor that was not stolen. Nick sometimes gets the laptop to be good at least for awhile. Mostly, the best use for this computer in its current condition is to watch John Barrowman in action. Nick writes a little on it, but the ache for a REAL computer grows by the hour. It is over there now, flashing at me. Saying hello? Watch me? Not right now--Nick is taking a bath. Loves those things. LOL.
Here's Nick's 'computer' --
And here's my set-up, at least for tonight (hopefully not longer!). The white blanket is put over the bed every morning for the sibes. I haven't seen my pretty stuff in months. LOL. That's okay...pretty is overrated anyway. My stuffed elephant I sleep with (oh hush) is holding my notes for Stage.
I've been making do pretty much without any computer at night at all. Can't concentrate on a flickering screen, can't relax when Nick is prowling behind me, chomping at the bit for his turn... But this is getting ridiculous. Three full weeks without a decent computer at night is really getting to me.
I've got the first chapter of STAGE done, and run the gamut with it--from fear to joy and back again, and everything inbetween. I don't know what it is. If I should break out of Gwion's POV and play in Alistair's too...and if in his, then Tarquin's? Argh. Lots of decisions to be made, but right now, staying with Gwion is what feels right. Limited third. I still hunger, and prefer, first person, but I don't want to write a twelve year old boy in first person. This is unlike anything I've ever written before, and alot of questions bounce in my head, all the time. Historical fantasy--definitely. Sort of alternate history...but not. Pulling in some aspects of old fantasy world--how can I not? I love my beasties too much, and long for them to life. I've got the first story mapped out--will there be more? It's not the first in a series--it is a stand-alone. But I'd like it to be the first in my world.
I guess we'll see. I did talk to my dad about it last night (to my amazement). He was 76 last night--my middle sister is 50 today (and neither look it, believe me--thank heavens for my dad's great genes!). He asked me about what I was working on (!!!!) and I told him all about it. Freak out, that.
Okay, time to get to work.
Anyway, thought I'd share what we are dealing with here. The first is the ghetto computer I refer to often. Its monitor flashes continuously, so needs to be connected to my monitor that was not stolen. Nick sometimes gets the laptop to be good at least for awhile. Mostly, the best use for this computer in its current condition is to watch John Barrowman in action. Nick writes a little on it, but the ache for a REAL computer grows by the hour. It is over there now, flashing at me. Saying hello? Watch me? Not right now--Nick is taking a bath. Loves those things. LOL.
Here's Nick's 'computer' --
And here's my set-up, at least for tonight (hopefully not longer!). The white blanket is put over the bed every morning for the sibes. I haven't seen my pretty stuff in months. LOL. That's okay...pretty is overrated anyway. My stuffed elephant I sleep with (oh hush) is holding my notes for Stage.
I've been making do pretty much without any computer at night at all. Can't concentrate on a flickering screen, can't relax when Nick is prowling behind me, chomping at the bit for his turn... But this is getting ridiculous. Three full weeks without a decent computer at night is really getting to me.
I've got the first chapter of STAGE done, and run the gamut with it--from fear to joy and back again, and everything inbetween. I don't know what it is. If I should break out of Gwion's POV and play in Alistair's too...and if in his, then Tarquin's? Argh. Lots of decisions to be made, but right now, staying with Gwion is what feels right. Limited third. I still hunger, and prefer, first person, but I don't want to write a twelve year old boy in first person. This is unlike anything I've ever written before, and alot of questions bounce in my head, all the time. Historical fantasy--definitely. Sort of alternate history...but not. Pulling in some aspects of old fantasy world--how can I not? I love my beasties too much, and long for them to life. I've got the first story mapped out--will there be more? It's not the first in a series--it is a stand-alone. But I'd like it to be the first in my world.
I guess we'll see. I did talk to my dad about it last night (to my amazement). He was 76 last night--my middle sister is 50 today (and neither look it, believe me--thank heavens for my dad's great genes!). He asked me about what I was working on (!!!!) and I told him all about it. Freak out, that.
Okay, time to get to work.
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Date: 2008-10-01 01:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-01 02:48 am (UTC)Wait. What? Wow.
Glad to hear you're progressing on STAGE. I showed what exists of the "prologue" to the Writers Group tonight -- all almost 7000 words of it and counting ... and they liked it.
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Date: 2008-10-01 07:41 am (UTC)The computer situation must suck so much. I hope that you will soon get new computers to write on. But the money arrived, didn't it? So you can buy new computers, soon?