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Thursday, April 17th, 2008
12:03 am	Science is the search for meaning through truth over plausibility. No matter how strange the results are, as long as the results are true, as long as the equations match up and are balanced, it is immediately accepted. Anyone who knows a shred of quantum physics knows that in that field, the equations match up, however weird and implausible the results may be. Art is the search for meaning through plausibility over truth. Fictional books aren't true, not in the most literal sense (the events are made up from thin air, although in a different sense of truth they are) but to maintain suspension of disbelief, they must be plausible. Tom Sawyer isn't "true", say, but it is plausible which is what gives it the impact it has. Plausibility, of course, is given some leeway for SF/fantasy writers. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, April 11th, 2008
10:07 pm	I can't write. Still. This is pissing me off. Pissing both of us off. If I can't write this, then I might as well give up altogether. But otherwise, I feel most excellent. Which is perplexing. I feel like there's a wall in my head. When I sit down to write, my mind goes into lockdown mode. And I'm getting frustrated because the book is written, at least mostly. A few chapters here and there, and a fair bit of editing and I'll be ready for showing it off to the world. But I'm stuck in a rut. The problem is that its a handwritten book and I need to digitize it. And I'm stuck in this rut where I can't sit down and write it, and I don't know why. ::sigh:: And I'm afraid I'll never unstick myself from this rut. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 5th, 2008
3:53 am	Atlas shrugged. "Indifference." The world continues to convince me that she's out there. Moreso in recent days. So where exactly is she? And why do I feel so deserted in all this? Akira shrugged. "You're asking the wrong girl, John Galt." Current Music: Digitalism - I Want I Want (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, March 28th, 2008
2:17 pm	"She's not really your enemy, dear. She's just your doppelganger. She's your opposite." "You're giving me a mortal enemy. That is cheesy, more cheesy than this whole magical girl takeoff... written by a guy, I might add." I rolled my eyes. "You're lawless. You're chaotic. That's what you're about. She's like you, except her job is to maintain the peace. Your job is to destroy the peace." I sighed. "Her name is Agent Silikon, deal with it." She looked at me with her arms crossed. "You won't even interact with her much until way past anything I've written, I just want to make that clear." Her icy gaze cut through my soul. "And you're not going to be able to change whether she exists or not." Akira spat on me and walked off. "Whatever." Current Music: Perfume - Electro World (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
2:12 am	"...but I'm a bastard." Akira nodded. "But we're a bastard." Current Music: Shabutie - Wake Up (Comment on this)
Monday, March 17th, 2008
11:29 pm	I need to turn my luck around. "How exactly do I do that?" (2 Comments |Comment on this)
2:11 am	Heartwarming. I know the next waypoint in the path. I just can't find the route to get there. "I dream about girls like you, quite literally," I told her. "Do you... are you looking for someone like me?" All expression left her face, and she slowly nodded. "I... yes, I am." She looked at me as though I figured out a secret that she had been hiding from me, which in a sense, I had done and she had been. We wondered if there was someone out there having this same conversation, only in reverse. (Comment on this)
Friday, March 14th, 2008
10:43 pm	Fuck honesty. It makes so much fuckin' sense. And then it dawned on me why I'm so bitter. And now I'm free of it. It won't hold me back anymore. Haha. Current Mood: peaceful Current Music: Basshunter - Now You're Gone (Comment on this)
2:43 am	I feel like the world is moving in all directions, all of them away from me. Soon I will be left alone. I'm not sure how I feel about that. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 10th, 2008
11:22 pm	Speechless. "You know, the first half of my book (Since I Left You, pt. 1) is finished, right? I mean, written. Whatever." I nodded. "That means you have finished two whole books. One that you think is kinda crappy, and one that quite literally expresses your hopes and dreams. And you're working on a third (Northwood) as we speak. And even then you have outlines for a few more. And these aren't like your old endeavors, you know exactly where all these things are going... better, you know where they're going in relation to each other." I nodded, again. "And how long have you been writing, man? I mean seriously, not pokeman fanfics. Sixteen or seventeen, or so you (we) think. That's two whole books in two or three years. Whilst going to school AND working. Even before then, with the things you wrote as a kid and abandoned; they were not only practice.. what you have written before now is at least half a million words. AT LEAST." I nodded, a third time. "Then dammit, Joe." Akira screamed at me. "Why do you consider yourself unproductive? You're at a better pace than most professional writers, of whom do this all damn day." I maintained speechlessness, for I had no good answers. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
5:28 pm	Crazy. I swear, writing isn't a hobby. It is a mental disease. Why else would I be talking to myself under the guise of the opposite gender? I mean, don't psychiatrists have a name for people who talk to themselves? (And on that note, Akira doesn't exactly appreciate being reduced to a figment of my imagination. XP) I still don't understand why it is only her. There are at least fifty or so characters in this universe, scattered across various scraps of writing; major roles and minor ones. I certainly can "talk" to them if I need to. (How else would I come up with dialogue?) But they don't have the same presence Akira does. Akira... when I talk to her, I don't have to think on behalf of her. She really is inside me, eating away, slowly. Why is that? With her, there really is someone, something there. Because of that, I have a hard time with people who describe writing as a lonely profession; especially when I have a partner. We wonder if I'm to write a novel or a memoir... Current Music: Say Anything - Belt (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 28th, 2008
12:07 am	How... depressing. I took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Feels exhausted by conflict and quarreling and des..." Click here to read the rest of the results. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
12:27 am	Maybe I'm secretly expecting not to be okay soon... Okay, a little context about that last post. I have been trying to write a quick and dirty explanation to the plot of Since I Left You all month. But I have been having trouble, since I had trouble abstracting it. That last post, if a bit rough, did it. Why do I feel unaccomplished then? Still okay, though. :D! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
11:28 pm	Short story clipping. "Imagine that there's a really big box, right?" She looked up, blinking those long eyelashes at me. She wasn't just seducing me, she knew something. "You know quite a few things about boxes, no?" I mean, I did know a number of things about boxes. I worked around them all day. That's not the point. The question is why, rather, how this girl knew this part of my life. Creepy stalkerish, much? Still, I looked at her. Creepy stalkerish worked for such a cute girl. "Yeah, box. Whatever. Keep going." She smiled. "Right. In this box is energy. This energy, reiki, let's call it. Its not an energy like electricity, or fire, or any of that. This is a special kind of energy. Call it magic energy, since its unusual. There are specific properties about it." Her eyes unyieldingly met my own, even when I had to look away. She was too cute, if that were possible. "Magic energy. I like that. Anyway." She tapped a pen on the table, drawing a box, closed. "For a long time, this box was open, and all life drew energy from it. We, the redpills, controlled it; all were given access to it. But over time... the energy grew corrupt." Abruptly, she stopped, whispering something to herself. I looked up at her, confused, surprised. "No... reiki is neutral. Energy is neutral. People started using it for corrupt things. Murder, theft. All sorts of evil things. And so, we closed the box. Sealed it tight. And because no one used the box, people forgot about the box. We watched the box, in secret; hoping no one else would touch the box." She sighed. "And thus grew the divide between redpills and bluepills." I nodded. "We aren't talking about a real box, I assume." "No, you dummy." The girl flicked her hair back, laughing. "Metaphorical box. Anyway, we and our metaphorical box. The energy grew. And it spilled out of the box, slightly. The energy was contained, of course, but we had to do something with it. We saw that it had two component parts, an energy called iko, and an energy called desai. We used desai. They were separate, opposite, but equal. And they worked the same way, only inverse. But this surprised us... and we learned that the more people forgot about the box, the stronger the energy it created became. And so, our people were infused with desai. And we called ourselves mages, for we were to guard this box from evil forces." "And you want me to be like you?" She nodded. "But from this came another group, known as ascendants. For the found that they possessed powers higher than normal people, just as we did, they had ascended. And the ascendants saw the beauty of the energy, and stood in awe of it. And they saw how it could better all people's lives. They tried to crack open the box again, and again. And that is how our battle began. We guard the box, they try to open the box. We fear the evil that could be done, they anticipate the good that could be done." "Are they my, your... our, enemies? These ascendants?" "No. Definitely not. We are only opposite sides of the same coin. At least. Now we are. There used to be many wars, held in secret... however. Nowadays, there are too many of our own, and their own, that are corrupt; now we worry about saving humanity from rogue ascendants and mages. There were other complications with sealing the box... we did not realize that the energy would spill out as it did, and so now monsters roam the world." I looked outside. "I have never seen any monsters out there." "You shouldn't. Not yet, anyway. Typically only we can see them; we do not let them grow to be powerful enough for normal people to see. If you can see them, they can see you. If they can see you, they can hurt you. Usually they can only harm us. We keep them contained." She blinked again, driving my heart aflutter for a moment. She knew she was doing it, and she knew what it was doing to me. "And the box?" "Hm?" "What is this box called?" "The Word. Do you speak the Word?" (2 Comments |Comment on this)
1:27 am	Just throwing it out there. Hay guyz. I'm still okay. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 17th, 2008
10:58 pm	Thought you should know. Hay guys. I'm okay. Not good, not bad. Avoiding the tubes. ... I'll see you IRL. Bye. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
10:04 am	Sorry, Ren. I'm totally sick. I can barely move. (Lame.) And my phone died, apparently. Happy birthday though! Kinda feel bad that I always seem to miss everything. :/ (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
3:44 am	Guest Service... Assistant? Its like Guest Service Team Lead... only its a Specialist position instead of TL. And it sounds like basically what I do at Target anyway. GSTL-lite. I mean, shit. I ended up supervising for half my shift today anyway. That is, assuming I still work there in March, when they roll this out. Screw it, I'll just go to Wal-Mart and be a CSM. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 31st, 2008
8:50 pm	15,000 words. Almost done retyping/rewriting the parts I lost with my flash drive crash. Which kind of sucks, since I rewrote large parts of those. But luckily I remember just about all of what I mentioned, so I didn't lose any plot points. Which is important. To me. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 26th, 2008
4:27 pm	7,000 words. (2 Comments |Comment on this)