I suffer from severe white-page-intimidation. It makes it difficult to post to a blog, especially, because on top of ‘Holy crap, that’s a lot of blank space how the hell am I going to fill it?!?’ there’s a huge dose of ‘People are going to see this! Like, NOW! It has to be PERFECT!’
I don’t say this as an excuse for my lack of posting, but more of an explanation. I think I have an idea to help alleviate this, and to encourage myself to get back to a much more regular and consistent posting pattern.
To this end, I’ve decided I will do a couple of things: First, I’m coming up with a schedule for myself, not so much a binding document but more of a prompt, to remind me to post and to help with that ‘What do I write?!?’ terror. Second, I’ve decided that I’m going to go ahead and launch a Patreon profile and attach it to my stories… and it will be up as soon as I figure out what I want to do for my promo video. Lastly, I’ve revived my fractals project and set up Apophysis to support it.
Hopefully I can keep this ball rolling, now that it’s been… um… rerolled?
Chapter 3, the conclusion of Arnd and the First Winter, is finally done!
Here’s a snip:
On the first day of Spring, Ailin woke with the dawn and the loud cracking sound of the ice in the river breaking apart, followed by the rushing noise as the water began rushing to make up for the time lost while it was frozen. She rushed outside, seeing that nearly all of the snow had melted, and that the first shoots of the brave flowers were poking up through the last of the winter’s white.
When Auntie Nem finally woke, somewhat later than that, she found that the table was already set for breakfast, and that Ailin had not only decorated the house with fresh flowers, but also prepared their morning porridge. Surprised and pleased, she asked the young girl, “To what do I owe this wonderful surprise, Ailin? It is not like you to rise early and do work without being asked!”
Giggling, the girl eagerly lead her grandmother to her place at the table and then plopped herself down on her chair. “I want you to finissh the story of the First Winter! The snow and the ice are going, and you promised if I was good you would tell me!”
Auntie Nem laughed and then nodded, beginning the tale between spoonfuls of porridge.
“The Great Hero had faced a terrible trial just to get where he was, but that was nothing compared to his meeting with the Nighttime Dragon itself…
You can find the whole thing over at deviantArt!
Xeno would be grumpy at my extremely liberal interpretation of his original argument, but… he’s dead. Who cares.
While I was trying to write my eulogy for Glitch, my computer crashed. That wasn’t, itself, unusual… Sethra has never been very well since I built her, and despite a number of transplants and RAM replacements, it turned out that the hard drive was done for.
Replacing the hard drive, I decided to rename her. It seemed like a brain transplant was severe enough to pass the ‘not the old one any longer…’ test. However, the pondering did lead to my little fable, and so we see that all questions bear fruit.
Anyway. Windows 8 is strange. I sometimes feel like I’m putting on one of the programmable-silicon spacesuits they use in Peter F. Hamilton’s “Night’s Dawn” trilogy, and sometimes I feel like I’m being eaten by an ooze.
The new computer works better than the old one ever did. Her new name is Alessa. I hope that it is ironic and not foreshadowing.