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Posted by Dirck on 11 June, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 8 June
  • 9 June
  • 10 June
  • 11 June
  • First draft of “Memorial Garden”
  • 2 pages.†

†Two pages? Two?! In a whole week? Well, not really. That’s two pages today, while the rest of the week was spent trying to build up enthusiasm for any of the stories in the idea hopper.

I’m not particularly happy with that. I am absolutely putting it down to work stress; the volume of work has somehow kept rising throughout the COVID period. There’s supposed to be a slack tide in the middle of the month, damn it!

I was also dilatory on my Magic Brain Pills a couple of weeks back, and have perceived maybe not the black dog itself but certainly the smell of its cold, damp fur. A better effort at periodic swallowing since should see the chemistry back where I’d like it.

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Comfort Eating

Posted by Dirck on 5 June, 2020

I was thinking of putting up some socially conscious material today, because what’s going on across North America is very damn important and I haven’t mentioned any of it here.

BUT

I haven’t mentioned any of it here because I’ve been attending to it elsewhere. I have a sufficiency of privilege that I am able to withdraw  when it becomes too much to bear, keeping this space as one of my redoubts. Frankly, watching a 75 year old man getting what might be a fatal head injury and then be studiously ignored by those who gave it to him… yeah. I need a little break, and I suspect others do too.

Thus, a retreat into childhood.

I bless him for using butter rather than margarine. I don’t know that I’d brown it, though, and that seemed like an awful lot of salt. I do absolutely agree that making marshmallow is over the top (and, to be honest, it’s sort of like playing with lava– I want to make treats, not engage in the less fun aspects of glass-blowing).

Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to contemplate what I might get up to this weekend.

Today’s pen: Sheaffer Balance Statesman
Today’s ink: Skrip Black

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Posted by Dirck on 2 June, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 1 June
  • 2 June
  • 3 June
  • 4 June
  • Third draft of “I Will Not Leave You Comfortless”†
  • Submissions.
  • The extended whine below.
  • Three very awkward sentences shown the error of their ways, and some other polishing.
  • The barrel of the launcher grows perilously hot.
  • Yes, I’ve got something to whine about.

‡ A note not about the ink, but about the absence of a link to a profile. My new computer arrived!

Yay!

I still can’t update the site effectively!

Ya… wait, what?

It’s the sort of thing that will rise up like a patch of cursed bog to confront you when you don’t replace your computer for a decade or so. That program you like? The one that you’re very familiar with?

Yes, that’s right. It’s not compatible with the new OS. One of the reasons for that is, as you’ll discover when you go looking, that the company behind the program stopped offering software at some point in the past three years or so, and now make sensor hardware.

This is deeply inconvenient when the program is question is the one that you… or rather I, have been processing all my images through. Cleaning them up, Trying, despite appearances, to get them to be consistent in tone and brightness. Editing out moles and other blemishes on the otherwise smooth skin of my models.

Which means that I have to both find a replacement and figure out it works before I can add yet more images to my image-rich site. And also resist the urge to play World of Warships, which is something the new computer can offer, unlike the previous one. I’m leaning towards something in the GIMP direction, and not just because that’s an unkind nickname I hung on my brother when I was about eight.

† This is a much more satisfactory title than “Ancestral Curse”. Trust me.

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Posted by Dirck on 28 May, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 25 May
  • 26 May
  • 27 May
  • 28 May
  • A new problem†
  • Shaving “Wilden Klausen” to fit a publication it’s thematically perfect for.
  • Getting “Wilden Klausen” off on its way.
  • Catching up on correspondence
  • More than I’d like
  • 131 words removed and a pint of sweat.
  • Bon voyage, monster-filled figment of my imagination!
  • Half of it.

† As we gear up at The Regular Job for post-COVID operations, there’s been some shuffling, and one of the effects this has upon me is taking both barrels in the face of this question: “You don’t mind covering the front desk over lunch, do you?”

It’s not a big deal, but the Selfish Artist trope who is among the multitudes which I contain is grumbling. I still have, technically, the full length of my lunch break, it just doesn’t start until 12:45. However, acting upon that seriously truncates the afternoon. I think I may have mentioned that I am extremely busy with Real Job lately?

This is likely to become less of a problem as we get back to more usual staffing levels (like many, I desperately hope that COVID marks the turn of an epoch, and the world will not simply return to status quo ante, but at a personal level… more people on-site to help with the lifting at Regular Job, please). It’s also not what I’m used to, and that is frequently enough to make a thing onerous.

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What? Again?

Posted by Dirck on 22 May, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 18 May
  • 19 May
  • 20 May
  • 21 May
  • 22 May
  • Slothful Victoria Day Lounging
  • Getting a submission out
  • Second draft of “Ancestral Curse” (working title).
  • Another submission to prep
  • This nonsense, and considering the next submission
  • Buckets of it
  • One Away!
  • 352 typed words, and ready for the next phase.
  • Two Away!
  • Standing by on Tubes 3 and 4!

It’s Victoria Day that did it to me. On a count of straining effort for The Regular Job, instinct insisted yesterday was Wednesday.

And with that out of the way, let me now present today’s educational video– how to live in the future!

It’s 2020. That’s the future. Smartphones exist. FUTURE.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 14 May, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 11 May
  • 12 May
  • 13 May
  • 14 May
  • Second draft of “Ancestral Curse” (working title).
  • 1411 typed words (and that’s with a nap on Tuesday).

 

 

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Posted by Dirck on 7 May, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 4 May
  • 5 May
  • 6 May
  • 7 May
  • First draft of “Ancestral Curse” (working title).
  • Rhymes with axes, starts with a T.†
  • Second draft of “Ancestral Curse” (working title).
  • 3 manuscript pages.
  • I’m getting a refund!†
  • 538 typed words.

† In any normal year, filing on 5 May would be disastrously late, even in Canada (15 April? Why that, US?). In this plague addled year, though, I’m three and a half weeks ahead of the deadline. This is mainly because the government agency tasked with scraping money off of us is also responsible for handing it out to the unemployed and underemployed; the plague has complicated the hell out of that side of their duties. It’s as much to give the employees of the Canada Revenue Agency some hope for bathroom breaks as it is for the rest of us to figure out what’s going on with our personal finances.

And because I don’t make a lot of money, and because Wife and Son make none at all, I am getting a refund on what has been skimmed from my pay and also on the Carbon Tax we’ve been put under, as an incentive to not use internal combustion transport and natural gas heating.‡ This will, hoorah, be about enough to buy a new computer, allowing me to maybe update my site.

Eventually. The CRA is quite busy, and delivering refunds is yet another aspect of handing out the money they otherwise draw in. I understand this. It’ll come in due course.

‡ I certainly would like to get my hands on an electric vehicle and a ground-sourced heat-pump powered by solar generation. Alas, the carbon tax rebate meant to encourage this (even if you’re not buying gas, you still get the rebate, so ka-ching!) isn’t anywhere near enough for that sort of thing.

 

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Where DID the Time Go?

Posted by Dirck on 1 May, 2020

Oh… look… it’s Friday. Well, let’s pop out the thing that SHOULD have happened yesterday, for a start.

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 27 April
  • 28 April
  • 29 April
  • 30 April
  • Third draft of “In Loco Parentis”
  • First draft of “Ancestral Curse” (working title).
  • “Self-Policing”
  • A couple of typos and the tactical redeployment of a clause.
  • 2 manuscript pages (and napping).
  • 1031 words, all in a tumble, and up on the other site.

As the pace of work on “Ancestral Curse” suggests, I’m still having snoozy issues which may be related to the stresses of the current plague. I know that failing entirely to post the preceding is down to that stress, atop extra month-end stress brought on by the departed co-worker, about which I have previously whined.

Also, I got into a small creative froth, which I explain the genesis of in a post on my writing site, and so my whole attention yesterday was given over to frothing.

Um.

No, actually I’ll leave it. Anyway, it didn’t really strike me until I was lowering head to pillow that yesterday was Thursday. I can’t really blame that on COVID, since the ticking of my weekly clock goes on as ever it has.

Let me not break with Friday tradition, however, now that I’m aware it is Friday. I know a lot of the home-stuck are looking for projects to divert themselves, so here’s one.

Back in the late 1980s, when the interwebz was hardly even present in the fiction of William Gibson, I tried to do this following instructions in books. Now that I see, in motion, how it’s done, I realize how close I was to accomplishing the goal. I was, alas, even closer to losing an eye through the failure of the not-quite-really-a-bow.

Today’s Pen: Sheaffer Balance Statesman
Today’s ink: Skrip Black (which, by pure coincidence, is what I loaded it with when I last used it, somewhat more than a year ago).

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Posted by Dirck on 30 January, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 27 January
  • 28 January
  • 29 January
  • 30 January
  • First draft of “Second Impression”.
  • 13 manuscript pages.

 

†This pen reminds me that pens of this age are not very pleased to be left sitting idle for days at a stretch. I uncapped it this morning to find that what ink remained in it was… not freely flowing, let’s say. As a back-up, I’m pressing the TWSBI Eco which produces my fictional output into some non-creative uses. I’m sure it will be all right.

In fact, it may even get rotated out for a different high-capacity modern pen I don’t mind leaving at The Regular Job for months on end. I don’t remember the last time it had a break, and it will be in my pocket at the end of the day.

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Posted by Dirck on 23 January, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 20 January
  • 21 January
  • 22 January
  • 23 January
  • Third draft of “Grand Finale”.
  • Third draft of  “Uncle Bert’s Best Friend”
  • First draft of “Song of the Pen”.
  • SO MANY TYPOS
  • Fewer. Still plenty.
  • 5 manuscript pages.

On the depression front, because I might as well update that too: General improvement, but with a recent hitch. The magic brain pills I’ve been prescribed have been slowly ramping up dosage, and a week ago they got to what the doctor described as the low end of “a maintenance dose.” Cool. Except now I’m always very sleepy– I should have gotten more done on “Song of the Pen” but yesterday I actually had a nap instead.

Well, not really. I sat in my chair at The Regular Job with my eyes closed. Actual sleep might carry on past the end of the lunch break and demand official notice.

I’ll have to look into whether this is something one eventually gets used to, because right now it’s very like I’m perpetually crammed with antihistamines and that doesn’t seem a lot more supportable than the depression.

…and maybe it’s worth having thyroid levels looked at, too. Who knows? “Don’t assume zebras when you hear hoofbeats” is something said to young doctors on TV, but there’s other things than horses in the farmyard.

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