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Posted by Dirck on 25 March, 2021

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 22 March
  • 23 March
  • 24 March
  • 25 March
  • Forward movement on the pen site, at least.
  • Enough for getting on.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 18 March, 2021

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 15 March
  • 16 March
  • 17 March
  • 18 March
  • Still blocked.
  • Damn it.

The Pilot appears to be turning into my standard St. Patrick’s Day pen. I used it this time because I wanted a broad point to show off the glimmer in the ink. In this, I was disappointed– there’s no sign of any metallic element in anything I wrote that day. I hope the wee folk weren’t offended.

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Happiness

Posted by Dirck on 12 March, 2021

I don’t have anything profound to offer this week. The film below isn’t what I was originally going to offer in this slot, but…

I’ve just heard that by dawn of St. Patrick’s day, both my parents will have had their initial jab of the COVID vaccine. No idea which, but definitely one of the two-stage entries. And what better way to express the joy this news bring that with a tumble of kittens developing their murdering skills?

I’m also going to hint at another source of contentment, appearing later this month…

That’s probably too vague… so I’ll drop a suggestive preliminary link, too.

Today’s pen: Lamy 2000
Today’s ink: Edelstein Olivine

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Posted by Dirck on 4 March, 2021

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 1 March
  • 2 March
  • 3 March
  • 4 March
  • Consulting on someone else’s creative writing.
  • Reworking the end of “Until Regrets Take the Place of Dreams” following a positive rejection note after short-listing.
  • Three pages, ten thousand suggestions.
  • LISTEN TO EDITORS, KIDS

This week may not have been the full fires of creation flowing through the grooves of my brain, but it was the closest to that I’ve been in a while. This is encouraging.

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Posted by Dirck on 25 February, 2021

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 22 February
  • 23 February
  • 24 February
  • 25 February
  • A great deal of squeezing the internet trying to shake loose useful Moonman information.
  • Thinking VERY HARD about things I want to write.
  • Fixing something at the Regular Job that broke because I was left out of an email chain in October.
  • Less than I could have wished.
  • Too much think, not enough do†
  • Most of yesterday’s lunch

† I take a little solace from this article in The Guardian which indicates that I’m not the only one suffering from fatbergs in my writing infrastructure.

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Fun in Darkness

Posted by Dirck on 19 February, 2021

So… short week, huh? I had forgotten that little fact entirely pretty much from lunch-time Tuesday through to head hitting the pillow last night. Thus, no update yesterday. I’ll take it on to the bottom of this entry. There’s not much difference to last week, as my tubes are still clogged, although I did have a couple of revelations in the direction of rehabilitating some things suffering from their author’s white male POV, one of which is that novel I spent so long on.

But first, the fun stuff. What’s the most fun you can have in a dark room? Watching old movies, of course! I recently read a tweet from someone who was very disappointed, after a lifetime of watching films no older than 1980 (I think that was the arbitrary cut-off– possibly 1970), by the experience of watching Citizen Kane.

Oh, really? Only the barest understanding of the language, and you found the lecture boring?

I, happily, understand the language of old films (even if I sometimes make fun of their tropes), and it troubles me that so many people dismiss them out of hand.

So, today’s jollity– a film to help you understand the language, and someone else making fun of old film tropes.

Now, here’s that disappointing update:

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 15 February
  • 16 February
  • 17 February
  • 18 February
  • 19 February
  • Faffing about.
  • Working on an update on the site.
  • The cats got their favourite food.
  • Some progress on Friday’s pen and its maker.

 

 

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Posted by Dirck on 11 February, 2021

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 8 February
  • 9 February
  • 10 February
  • 11 February
  • Third draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • Faffing about.
  • Less than I could have wished, again.
  • A great deal too much.

The faffing about has been necessary, but… well, it’s hard to apply resolution to pry up an edge of writing block when rushing out to get necessary household items.

On the silver lining side, I have no deadlines, so the lack of output isn’t causing actual trouble to anyone else.

 

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Tentacular Achievement

Posted by Dirck on 18 September, 2020

Time for a game show!

The world continues to be hard. Let’s take vicarious joy in some innocent victory over circumstance.

Today’s pen: Lamy 2000
Today’s ink: Diamine Evergreen

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Again, Farewell

Posted by Dirck on 10 September, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 7 September
  • 8 September
  • 9 September
  • 10 September
  • Submissions
  • Mild public lamentations (below)
  • Extra work for several editors.
  • Probably not as much as appropriate.

The Long Weekend was indeed very long for us. We got to watch a well-loved family member slowly expire. In the current climate of pandemic, our loss is bearable and small, but we feel it.

Hercule Grey, 2004 – 2020. The late Doctor Awkward Puss.

He was in his seventeenth year, so his passing was not entirely shocking. It was, in a way, a good death, because it was timely. We’ve lost too many to sudden tumors that manifested when they were relatively young. Old Doc just sort of stopped, like a clock that wound down, at an age where such a thing might be expected.

There was a small element of relief in it, too. For the past couple of years, he’d been a scrawny old man– my wife described him as “a furry bag of feathers”, and while he got plenty of rewarding cuddles from the newer members of the flock, he (and we adult humans) were perpetually concerned that the boisterous play of the young ones might do him an injury.

We have some pictures of him taken in what turned out to be the last two weeks of his life, which I will not be sharing. I have never forgiven the tabloid industry as a whole for the cadaverous LAST PICTURES OF DAVID NIVEN! which hung off the ends of grocery story tills, and I’m not going to share similarly gaunt images of one who should be remembered by the world at large in a different light. I will remember him in his appropriately sleek form, before his powers waned.

One of the last good pictures of Hercule, in which he is supported by Bram and Kees. Bram may be even more affected by his death than my wife.

A couple of post-scripts:

  • the name:
    • Hercule not after Poirot, but after Cyrano de Bergerac. As a kitten, he had a rather pronounced beak
    • Grey slightly after the fiendish probe-jabbers from Zeta Reticulum with their similarly-shaped eyes, but more so because my wife found his nature and presentation put her in mind of Joel Grey.
  • I am of course aware that this post (planned for this slot since Sunday) is going up on the same day as the announcement of the death of Diana Rigg. I could wish it were otherwise, but I’m sticking to the plan because I need to release the pressure. I will remember her mainly from her time in The Avengers, not because I insist a woman must be young and beautiful to be worth imagining, but because I watched The Avengers a whole lot during the first decade of my life. Emma Peel, competent and formidable, is firmly encoded in my core recollections.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 3 September, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 31 August
  • 1 September
  • 2 September
  • 3 September
  • First draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • 827 words typed.

I should probably also mention that there was no writing at all yesterday, as my wife was in the hospital to have a hernia de-herniated. She is fine, and as I like to point out when this sort of thing happens, the entire cost of the day was the gas burnt in a total of less than twenty minutes driving.

Well, OK, there was the pain-killer prescription, but between work insurance and the province’s Hey You Don’t Make So Much Let’s Help You Out drug benefit, a week’s worth of Tylenol 3 cost $7.96.

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