artisticabandon: futuristic cityscape (quirky)
...surprisingly hard to use to write something with.

This is where you can try it for yourself, based on this cartoon by xkcd.

So. I did it myself as a lark, and this is what I got to explain the Stargate's wormhole...

a simple explanation of a stargate...or not. )

Yeah, ok. So its not the best. But you can see where I'm going with this...
artisticabandon: cats stare. like a lot. (upsidedown)
So. I (lurk) mooch along in a few fandoms, and one of them is doing some "secret santa" thing. Near as I can gather, after watching similar things play out in other places, its some kinda fic exchange.

Best of all, its writing to a deadline...which I've never done. Ever. Me and my muse...don't historically do well with deadlines.

So. I signed up. Details can be found here. Cheer me on, people!!
artisticabandon: futuristic cityscape (city)
Okay, so the other day I had the chance to spend some not-so-quality time in a semi-deserted food court. Yummers. So I'm sitting there, struggling to drink this coffee that's really reheated bitumen, looking at all these empty tables, the stragglers, and just generally waiting for the stupid shopping mall to get going so I get started on some good old retail therapy. (Not that I had any money to buy, but its the thought that counts, right?)

And then it hits.

evidence of my strange brain under here )

Yeah. I'd *pay* to see that. Actually, I'd happily be paid to write/read it.

So. That's my thought for the day/week. And what does that say about me and the way my brain works?
artisticabandon: futuristic cityscape (staring)
The muse is back!

My brain has been virtually and excruciatingly silent since December. Except for a little burst about March, where I managed to do a little editing, I've had nothing. Zip. Nada. Zero. For someone who's always had words and writing in the forefront of her mind since like...forever...

I can't describe it. Still can't, and I lived it. On the other hand, finally, I have something to talk about. And hopefully write about. But that's probably a bit later down the track, when I get a bit more comfortable.

Frankly, this has been my worst block ever. Not even my old faithful stories have been moving along, or my new ones (and no I'm not saying what they are...yet) which can usually be relied to get at least something out of me (even if its just a word or two). Not even trying to do drabbles has worked. Which says something for the level of desperation, because I rarely dip below say, three pages. Ever. (I think I've only written one 150word story, and that was pretty much a once-off. It came out pretty well, but still. Rare. Like brink-of-extinction-rare.)

But not now.

The voices are mine, they're talking, and yes, they (finally) have plenty to say! I'm just hoping that this time I manage to get something productive down. Or I can type fast enough. Whatever works.


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