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Posted by Dirck on 5 March, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 2 March
  • 3 March
  • 4 March
  • 5 March
  • Third draft of “Second Impression”.
  • Fourth draft of “Stuckman’s Miracle Men”.
  • Ground to an unlikely 3456 words, and sent to the publication that inspired its creation.
  • Reshaping based on comments from editors who declined it.†

†The lesser reason for doing this a rather long time after getting the third draft into what I thought was final shape is pangs of artistic pride. The greater is that I was in a fever to get MOAR STOREES!!1! written, and since in my head this one had a COMPLETED sign hung over its pigeon-hole, the notion of returning to it usually didn’t strike me at any useful time (he pauses, shirtless, toothbrush in frothy maw, and thinks, “Oh, damn. That. Maybe tomorrow…”). I managed to convince myself that the re-edit was actually the thing that was going to follow getting that Lovecraftish thing (“Filter Feeder” currently, but it may change again).

Yes, I do picture my mind as a vast array of pigeon-holes. All oak and brass, well-loved by its owner, but rather dusty and far from state of the art.

 

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Brave, Clever, Capable

Posted by Dirck on 28 February, 2020

Three words one wished applied to more elected officials in this increasingly bizarre reality we share, yes?

I want to share a vintage film today. There’s a brave, clever, and remarkably capable character in it. I also found a thread of horror in it as I watched. I’ll reveal it below, so see if anyone else felt it.

Before I make the promised revelation, I’m going to deflate some movie magic, although possibly by replacing it with a different sort. The driving portions of the return home were accomplished not by remote control (none of that in 1908), but by the director and father of the child crouching on the floor of the car and working the controls.

No, the dog was not really driving.

But… HOW DID AN ADULT HUMAN FIT DOWN THERE?

That question leads into the horror that passed over me while watching this. Consider the shape of that car. Unenclosed. A mere upholstered bucket. In 1908, you would spend several minutes explaining the concept of “seat belt” even to an aviator. And yet… there’s a very small child propped into the seat, being driven hither and yon, a mere high-spirited lurch away from the pavement.

I don’t know about you, but I need to lie down and collect myself.

Today’s pen: Pilot Metropolitan
Today’s nearly-appropriate ink: Montblanc Racing Green

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Posted by Dirck on 27 February, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 24 February
  • 25 February
  • 26 February
  • 27 February
  • First draft of something for a specifically Lovecraft-inspired call for submissions. Title eludes…
  • 2363 typed words, because there’s a deadline.

 

 

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Posted by Dirck on 20 February, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 17 February
  • 18 February
  • 19 February
  • 20 February
  • A leisurely non-working Monday
  • Second draft of “Second Impression”.
  • Some laundry.
  • 1423 typed words, and SOOOO close to done it hurts.

 

 

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Posted by Dirck on 13 February, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 10 February
  • 11 February
  • 12 February
  • 13 February
  • Second draft of “Second Impression”.
  • 1887 typed words.

 

 

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Posted by Dirck on 6 February, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 3 February
  • 4 February
  • 5 February
  • 6 February
  • First draft of “Second Impression”.
  • 15 manuscript pages.

 

 

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Never Give Up

Posted by Dirck on 31 January, 2020

This is not a video thrown at me by our Algorithmic Masters, but a chap that I watch regularly. He’s entertaining (if slightly Navy in his vocabulary now and then). It’s not the sort of thing he usually does, either, but I found it was an interesting and useful contemplation in the area of acquiring skills.

There’s also just some minutiae of painting a gaming figure which might not be entirely gripping for all, but that’s life. Seriously, though, “I am not good at X” is a statement which in most cases can have “yet” appended to it. My own handwriting is substantially better than it was when I started keeping this screed, through no more than some applied and conscious effort. We’re in a great time for learning how to do stuff. Follow, within reason, your joy.

Today’s pen: Pilot Metropolitan
Today’s ink: Montblanc Racing Green

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Case of the Mysterious Spoon Thief

Posted by Dirck on 1 November, 2019

I hope everyone is having a happy Fountain Pen Day. First Friday in November, right? A big event, for people like me.

It kind of snuck up on me. I’ve been at my silly Inktober exercise (which I have decided in an act of vicious ret-conning is an excuse to not participate in NaNoWriMo), but when I realized what today was, my reaction was something like this:

I should get something really splendid out and fill it up. But… I’d have to look back in the blog and see what I had used. And then go all the way down a single flight of stairs to get it out of storage. God, and then it would join all those others that need cleaning. Poo. Too much effort. Let’s just go with this not-yet-empty thing.

Which is slightly alarming, coming from me. Well, it turns out that an inclination to depression which I’ve been nuturing since… oh, about 1992… has finally borne fruit.

You’ve heard the spoon metaphor, I imagine– a person with a fatiguing disability has a set number of spoons to dig through the day’s activities, and once those spoons are used up, that’s it for the day’s activities, regardless of whether they’re onerous or delightful (go to movie with friend and clean toilet are equal demands upon the spoon drawer; indeed, the former may be a two-spoon affair). Well, I have come to realize that someone has been making off with my spoons, and it’s finally at a point where I need to get some outside assistance with it.

I suspect my recent decision to pull back from repairs is also founded in this development. If I’d realized it at the time, I’d probably be happier (ho ho, a joke about depression!) now.

But, realization has dawned at last, and calls are being made. I am lucky, in that I live in Canada and have an employer who has some resources to throw at this kind of problem, so all it took was noticing there was a problem… and then carefully building one extra spoon out paper clips and tape to actually act upon the realization. Because I actually knew I should be doing something about a week ago, but figuring out what that something was required, oh, poo, it’s too much effort and so on.

Anyway. Here we are. Not yet, quite, getting help, but listening to the mechanism for getting help running its motor up. And that in itself is helping.

For those who are right now wondering how many spoons I’ve squandered on this little screed, never mind the whole enormous pile of stories over the past month— it turns out that, at least in my case, writing is no more than tiny souvenir teaspoons of effort. Perhaps it even uses forks instead. I could to a lot of this and not affect the useful spoon count. Another thing I’m grateful for.

Today’s pen, which is very nice and a perfectly adequate Fountain Pen Day observance: Sheaffer Sovereign II
Today’s ink, the maker of which claims to be an avatar of Fountain Pen-ness, so of course it’s right for the day: Montblanc Royal Blue

PS – I suggested yesterday that this would be the usual progess report. Well, I decided to do this instead. That’s not a metaphorical spoons thing, that’s just a question of available time.

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The Light Grows Dim

Posted by Dirck on 18 October, 2019

That’s a rather grim title.

Well, of course, because Hallowe’en is slowly winding us in its coils, preparing to give us all a big thematic hug! HOORAH!

It is, too, the time of year when a lot of creatures start looking for places to stay warm, so be careful what you turn over when you’re out raking the leaves…

In fact, I try to leave the leaves alone entirely. It’s how you get a bonanza of ladybugs in the spring!

Today’s pen: Sheaffer Sovereign II
Today’s ink: Montblanc Royal Blue

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Posted by Dirck on 3 October, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 30 September
  • 1 October
  • 2 October
  • 3 October
  • Three stories… so far.

As I explain over there, I’m squandering my writing time this month on a misappropriation of Inktober– the eagle-eyed here will have seen the notices advancing down the left-hand sidebar. Daily stories, all month long! EVEN WEEKENDS!

And I got so busy at that, I am rather late posting this.

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