First, and as threatened yesterday, I have tossed a story onto the public stage which was hitherto held within the papery confines of a published anthology. If you’d rather read about space werewolves, just nip over to The Moon Forest over on my writing outlet (and if you’d like to see it in its native ecosystem, with other scifi-flavoured boogens, you can still get the book). The first of my seasonal gifts to the world!
And having spent most of my lunch break getting that lined up, there’s just time to offer a music video. It’s in a very old style, but to keep from overwhelming anyone with a yuletidal wave, it’s not a carol.
For this week’s Friday Film, I’m presenting some stuff I made myself!
Relax. They’re short.
The first is, as it says on the tin, just me messing around in the Vimeo toybox. I have my son’s permission to use his image, by the way. I cannot say the same for J.G. Diefenbaker, but as he’s a public figure and dead, I don’t care. For all I know, the thing he’s signing is the cancellation of the Avro Arrow, one of several things I don’t like him for.
The other thing is a Public Service piece, showing how to work the mechanism on the Wing Sung 618, and it will appear soon (ideally by next Monday, if I don’t get dazzled by other things that want attention) on a page for that pen on my site, along with some extra explanatory text.
Once you know the trick, it’s very nearly a really good filler. If I can figure a good way of fixing the ring in place, it will be a really good filler.
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.
† 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.
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.
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.
I think I’ve cleared my blockage. Next week will prove that one way or another. There’s a story attached to Monday’s pen, which I’ll try to touch on next week.
And now, because I love weird things that make people question their place in the universe, here’s a common mushroom singing.
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