I’m a freaking writer. I write things.
First of all, I finally have my laptop back. Did I discuss this with you yet? My laptop was broken. It was pretty weak, and I was stuck with no real entertainment in the evenings or weekends. No way to listen to my 10gigs of music (I know, it’s pathetic compared to most people’s collections, but it still takes me an hour to decide what I want to listen to so I think I’m pretty set), no way to mess around with images, and no way to write in a manner that wouldn’t require me to do my most-hated thing in all of writing, which is writing it again. I’ve celebrated the return of my laptop in many ways.
The first thing I did was realize I was looking at the Zune Music Player through rose-colored glasses. I still would like a Zune, I love their interface, screen-size, etc. but the software blows. So I ditched it and downloaded MediaMonkey, which is basically iTunes that doesn’t force you to run Quicktime 24/7. I added my podcasts to it (as well as a few other NPR programs I’d been meaning to listen to more often like Talk of the Nation), and got it all set up the way I want it. S’good.
The next thing I did was start downloading like nobody’s business. While the blu-ray drive on my PS3 is dead, it is still otherwise operational which means I can put episodes of choice television programming onto it for some quality HD viewing. The first thing in the queue is Battlestar Galactica, which everyone and their mother has been telling me to start watching. Well, I’m starting; are you satisfied?
The other thing I’ve done which actually surprised me is start writing again. I guess not having the ability to (beyond pencil and paper, which I did do a little of during my laptop-free stint) pent up a lot of thinking I’ve been doing on the story I’m writing, which I’ve had the intention of starting over from scratch from for months. I sat down last night at about 11pm, and before I knew it I had the Prologue and 3,000 words down. I’m using Q10 as my word processor for this purpose, which is one of those “distraction free” programs.
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Besides forcing me to focus on how much (or how little) I’ve written, it also has little sound effects that make it sound like I’m typing on Ye Olde Typewriter instead of Ye Olde Out-Of-Date Laptop. It seems to have a psychological effect that pushes me to keep writing- can’t really explain it.
Anyway, the ability to dick around with images in The GIMP and write on evenings and weekends means you’re probably going to see more posts from me now. Trying to remember things I wanted to write about and cramming the actual writing process into my daily work hours was a pain, and a big reason you haven’t seen much from this place lately. Hopefully that will all change.
So welcome me back, dammit.
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Holy shite, words cannot express how happy I am that you are blogging again. I’m reading this entry at work, and I had a hard time not squealing and giggling and making all sorts of “I am clearly not being productive right now” noises. Congrats on getting back in the swing of writing and on getting your laptop back and blah blah. And WELCOME BACK! I missed you.
TEZZ!!!! I was allllmost about to delete your feed from my home page. Go, you!
And I have to say, the stuff you blog about is interesting. I learn new stuff here. I like that about you.
You were going to delete me? Heinous!
I’m glad you find my nonsense interesting- and I hope you enjoy Battlestar Galactica, because it’s going to be occupying about 70% of my free time for a while. I’ve got three seasons to blast through. I’m not sure I can keep such a thing from seeping into my posts.