You know the drill. I finally finished the bowling scene. Scenes with lots of people always scare me off from writing them; I’m much better with 1-on-1, or 3 people at once than I am with more than that…
I said I’d finish this before Fist of Discomfort. That’s an admirable goal, but lately I just have no idea where my creativity wants to go. I’ve been a bit off kilter for the last few weeks, sinking into video games and sleeplessness and general malaise. I wish it wasn’t so hard to work up the ‘chi’ or whatever it takes to really attack something creatively WHEN and WHERE I want, instead of whenever it actually decides to freaking get around to hitting me. (But when has it ever been anything BUT that?)
Finished reading The Maxx and Battle Angel today. (I can’t put down a book once I start reading, even if it means delaying food/hygene/sleep. Which is partly why I was a wreck today…) I’m not totally satisfied with the ending of the Maxx, but like many comics I’ve read lately, it feels like it got out of control and spun down alleys and offroads it was never intended to go. Once you finish your main character arcs, but the industry demands more issues… what do you DO…? You continue on regardless, even if the end result is a bit out of whack. Like Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker’s books (5 of 3) things go a bit gonzo as you try to produce and produce beyond the normal lifespan of a thing. A bit like Ranma 1/2, too. Or even Dune, if you think about it. Where the hell was THAT going once the Golden Path was complete?
That’s one thing I try to avoid. I’ve had two major epics where I produced beyond the main story arc — Penultima, and Slayers Trilogy. But in both cases, once I decided to carry on I also decided on a final end point, and stuck to my guns. Both finished right where they had to without overstaying their welcome and I’m proud of that.
Anyway… starting tomorrow various boxes arrive in the mail containing my Gameboy and games/goodies for it. Through Amazon, eBay, Tronix, and a few other places here and there I’ve got a nice library going for it and a headphone adapter.
My one fear is that I’ll get the thing and realize I STILL can’t hold it properly. It only occured to me today that I should have freaking driven to Best Buy or something and tried a demo model. Too late now. But the shape of it looks good; positionable screen, so I could place it against any surface without trouble, and for the kind of games I picked out I won’t need PERFECT control.
Hmm. Now that it randomly occurs to me, remind me to post my theory on psychological horror and the only true way to frighten someone. I may make it a friends only post, not because it’s dangerous, but because it’s potentially very stupid.
EDIT: Ganked from tdj… Great googly moogly. Reality TV going way too far (not that it hasn’t gone way too far before). That’s sixty four different kinds of WRONG in my book. Just like LPs who decide they need limb lengthening surgery — not because they actually NEED it, but because their psyches tell them short is bad. They end up looking like gazelles. Plastic surgery can be more freakish than whatever freak you were to begin with, and it’ll do nothing for your inner freakiness whatsoever.