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2022-12-09 Well, I'm just finishing up that second chapter re-write for my five section novella ("The Critical Mass of the Hybridized Rodent"). :D So when I wrote my last Witty News article, I was bitching about not having time to finish anything? And, then my girlfriend camed down from Michigan a couple weeks later. And, she's been here ever since. So far, I haven't set aside time specifically for working on Insanely Witty Stupidity projects. And, I'm still not sure if that's what I would like to do. So basically, what I've been doing is writing a sentence here and there for the project when I find time. And (somehow), I finally managed to finish the second chapter. There are a few paragraphs for a third chapter. But, there's not much left to do before I can (officially) pick up the project where I left off. It's always inhibitive work when I pick up an old project and try to re-envision it. Like-- developing a plot and (procedurally) churning out new material from some basic ideas always feels simpler for me. When I have to take some project from a while back (especially if it's from a period when I wasn't completely sure how I wanted to forge literature), then-- I gotta sift through that ancient pile of shit and make a bunch of notes. And then, I have to (very meticulously) pick apart every existing paragraph and decide what should remain intact and what should be changed (and when I might like to throw in something completely new that seems like it's missing). Ironically-- restarting an unfinished project (or re-telling a completed project) feels like four times more work than (simply) constructing a brand new narrative from scratch. lol. My plan (for now) is to keep packing in as much work as I can when people will actually leave me alone long enough to form a cohesive thought. Lately when I work on Insanely Witty Stupidity's literature (even writing a simple two to three sentence introduction for an Insanely Thoughtful Article I'm linking), I feel like I'm being pulled in twelve different directions all at once. And by the time I've actually completed a session, I'm not even sure what the fuck is going on anymore. I can't be clear about the project or how it turned out (how could I be?) Sometimes people pollute my thoughts with so much external information (most of which is completely unimportant)-- I have to shut down a project entirely, interact with this person until he/she has (apparently) exchanged the information I need to hear about, and then wait for the person to leave the room (possibly the state). Then (finally)-- I can pick up where I left off. Fuckin' drives me nuts! You see me typing, right? wtf?? I can't give a good prediction when I will finally complete the last bit of work for the ol' "critical mass" (so I can actually begin telling the remainder of the narrative). But, I'm guessing I'll (officially) restart the project before the year ends. And (of course), I will add a Witty News article as soon as I start. I anticipate crafting two and a half additional chapters won't take more than four to five months (could be two to three months if people would just leave me the hell alone and let me work-- my gahhhd). If it's not people bugging the shit out of me about some television series they're watching or needing to mow their grass (or whatever the fuck), it's cats. There's three God damn cats at my house, right now. I got cats coming out of my fuckin' ears. I'm about ready to choke one. Pretty much, every time I look up-- a cat is staring me down, waiting for me to drop everything and run into the kitchen and get him food. I can't leave the cats' kibble down. My girlfriend's stupid, poopid, dumb-dumb, bad, fat cat (Leo) tested positive for feline leukemia a while back. So, I can't have him eating from *my* cat's bowls (which he happily does any time there is a free second to do that). And (of course), my dumb-ass kittens gotta be eating out of each other's bowls *and* Leo's (and my girlfriend's niece's little pom-huahua's bowl). It's a fuckin' buffet, ya know. They gotta try every type of food in every different bowl 'n shit. And everybody's gotta try everybody else's water, too (because apparently the water tastes *different* when it comes out of Leo's bowl than it does when it comes from Cymbal or Cap'n Redbeard's bowl). lol. That shit ain't helping Insanely Witty Stupidity, either. Cap'n Redbeard is (literally) staring me down RIGHT NOW. He was nowhere to be seen when I sat down to work a little bit. And, he only gots three legs. But, he can sure scramble up on my couch and gawk at me when he hears-- any sort of typing. And then (usually), he gots to stumble up on my lap and plop down and make the biscuits on me. Jesus Christ. "The Critical Mass of the Hybridized Rodent" is reaching a critical mass of storytelling. And, the suspense is killing me. This is one narrative project I developed a while back that was sooo good-- it has to be told. It's too thoughtful not to be shared with other people. But good god-- I feel like I'm fighting off an invading army just to write the God damn thing. So, bear with me. |
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