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Opposed by Tyrants

Posted by Dirck on 13 November, 2020

A feature preceded by a short today.

The short is founded on two things– my personal interest in getting an electric vehicle, and the arrival last weekend of snow. Loads of it. About 30% of what we got in the whole of the previous winter.

Although joining in the ribbing of those who insist “you’ll never get one of those started in the winter,” I quiver with seething jealousy. This is tempered by my willingness to wait for the VW van to appear in a year or so.

The feature is something I’ve wanted to see for ages and could never find, and then like a bolt from the blue, there it sits, trembling in the clutches of the YouTube algorithm. You probably won’t be able to get through it in a lunch break.

The cunning simulation of tens of thousands of troops was achieved by borrowing tens of thousands of troops from the Soviet Army (who, having not gotten mired in Afghanistan yet, were at loose ends) and training them in early 19th century drill and maneuvers.

I was also frequently struck by how much Christopher Plummer looks like Peter Cushing. I kept expecting a formation of Draculas to wheel across someone’s flank.

Today’s pen: TWSBI Classic
Today’s ink: Jentle blue-black

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Posted by Dirck on 5 November, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 2 November
  • 3 November
  • 4 November
  • 5 November
  • Yet more damnable trivia
  • Preparing and launching submissions
  • Heaps.
  • Three of them.

 

Why, yes, I am slightly concerned that this is that Writers’ Block we hear so much about. But it’s also just as likely to be a confluence of stress of personal and international sorts, and since the US election seems to be going both in a hopeful direction and without open insurrection, easier breathing should be just on the horizon.

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Community Programming

Posted by Dirck on 23 October, 2020

We’re heaving ever closer to the Best Day of The Year, and I feel like I’ve gotten an early present.

You don’t exchange Hallowe’en presents in your family? How very usual.

I’m probably late to the creepy party on this, but I was only yesterday introduced to a non-existent American cable channel with some delightful seasonal programming.

Full moon next Saturday. Just sayin’.

Today’s pen: TWSBI Classic
Today’s ink: Jentle blue-black

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Posted by Dirck on 15 October, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 12 October
  • 13 October
  • 14 October
  • 15 October
  • A nuclear family Thanksgiving
  • Reworking “Disruptions on the Line” for a specific market.
  • Second draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • One tasty Boneless Turkey Breast Roll, plus sides.
  • Done and submitted.
  • Printed, slathered with notes and revisions, awaiting in-machine amendments.

†No sample on the site yet; have I whined about how busy I am?

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Posted by Dirck on 8 October, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 5 October
  • 6 October
  • 7 October
  • 8 October
  • First draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • Reworking “Disruptions on the Line” for a specific market.
  • I’m calling this draft done at 6100 words.
  • Just a little tweaking done; not quite enough.

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Posted by Dirck on 12 March, 2020

Before the status report, a status report, because one of the regular readers here expressed appreciation at my tiny contribution to the effort to de-stigmatize mental illness. There is a substantial amount of stress at The Regular Job right now. There was not quite so much about a month ago, but apparently it was enough to move one of my colleagues to reach over her head, grab the yellow and black striped handles, and launch herself into early retirement.

This is what everyone’s desk chair looks like, right?

She had been here quite a while, and thus had accreted a lot of small duties with obscure processes, known to her more as muscle-memory rituals than as steps in a logical sequence. It’s fallen to me and one other co-worker to take over doing what she did, which involves a certain amount of archaeology, paleography, and cautiously touching a quivering fingertip to the huge black monolith in the break room.

Stressful.

And yesterday, as I was finally finished the work of the previous day, it struck me that six months ago, this turn of events would have destroyed me. Every bit of the shattering sensibility in the concept nervous breakdown would have come to me. Absolutely no doubt. But as it stands… well, no one likes extra work, but there’s no attendant dread to the current load.

I can’t say whether this is down to coping strategies from counselling, Magic Brain Pills, or whatever went wrong in my head last year correcting itself as mysteriously as it blew its breakers. It’s probably a combination of the first two, with a possibility of the third providing extra flotation. I’m strangely unwilling to experiment by discontinuing use of either cognitive tools or modern chemistry. I’d rather live with this small uncertainty than try to live with a return of the full-size Black Dog.

I occasionally hear it sniffing around, just the other side of the metaphorical tree line.

But enough introspection. Let’s have a look at what the week’s self-imposed labours produced:

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 9 March
  • 10 March
  • 11 March
  • 12 March
  • Third (but really second, sort of) draft of “Filter Feeder”.
  • Revision of “The Mermaid’s Husband”.
  • First draft of “Morgue Attendance”.
  • Rubbed with a towel, weighted at 2402 words, and sent to the publication it was meant for.
  • Dropped about a page of unwanted weight, and also sent to that same anthology.†
  • 5 manuscript pages

 

†At the risk of uttering a spoiler against my own work, “The Mermaid’s Husband” contains more direct Lovecraft reference than “Filter Feeder”, since it’s crammed with his blasphemous fish-frogs. Seeing that the Lovecraftian anthology smiled upon multiple submissions, why wouldn’t I try to find a home for one of my slime-dripping darlings?

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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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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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