Well, it's been a while. I seem to be documenting my life more and more through Facebook these days; it's probably only a matter of time before I succumb to the inevitable and sign up for Twitter, and then I might as well just take the bedraggled remains of my self respect outside and bury them in a shallow grave.
I don't know why Twitter annoys me so much, even to the point where I won't even play Echo Bazaar - which looks fantastic and is exactly the sort of thing I like - because it requires a Twitter account. I think perhaps it's because in my vernacular 'twittering' has always been the worst form of communication: sound without substance, and not even a pleasing sound at that. Now I find it all but impossible to believe anything of value can be said in association with that word.
No, I think I'll skip Twitter like I skipped Myspace - that is, with a heaping helping of disdain - and hop on the next social media bandwagon to roll along.
Speaking of being late to various parties, I recently acquired my first PSP. It's turqouise - or at least, it's described as turqouise. What it actually is, is strangely green with embedded glitter. I think it might be made from recycled My Little Ponies. Anyway, I got it second-hand off eBay for a very reasonable price, and when it arrived I discovered that there was only a paltry 44 MB free on the memory stick (out of 512). Further investigation revealed that this is because someone's entire life is on there - music (she likes Blink 182 a lot
), photos of her at various parties, videos of her and her friends falling off skateboards, photos of her boyfriend with no shirt on, etc. It's an interesting glimpse into the life of an 'alternative' teenage girl, although I do kind of want to send her a bunch of music with the note "ditch Linkin Park and listen to this
" - but I suspect that would go over like the proverbial lead balloon. She'll just have to discover Marilyn Manson on her own.
I emailed her asking if she wanted me to zip up this collection of personal memorabilia and send it her way. No response as yet.
In a not entirely unrelated note, I am failing hard at Nano this year. Just shy of 20,000 words written, just shy of 10 days to go. Not impossible
, but unlikely. Unlike last year, when I failed because everything I had written was irredeemably bad, this year I'm failing because I think I need to seriously reassess my style and approach for writing novel-length fiction. The style that gets me through shorter pieces - somewhere between Neil Gaiman and Jenna Moran, or so I'd like to think - does not translate well to extended works.
I'm also failing because I over-planned this story, and now writing it feels less like discovery and more like a chore. When I look back at the two times I won (and the one time I would have won if my PC hadn't died a horrible death on November 11) I was writing with only the vaguest of outlines. For Mr. Q, I knew there were four enemies and that they would give a four-part structure to the story, and I knew in broad strokes who everyone was. That was it. For Middle Ground I started with half a dozen characters with mutually exclusive agendas and threw them against each other with no pre-conceived ending in sight. Clearly, this is the approach that works for me and I should do it more often instead of thinking "OMG this idea is awesome! I must write it!"
(I'm also failing because of Minecraft. And my own hopeless lack of discipline. I'm like a magpie, if magpies lined their nests with video games.)
Don't know what I'm going to do about this year's effort. Maybe spend the rest of the month working on other things - I've already turned out three short pieces that I'm rather pleased with, 3000 words of game design that will never be used, and this large LJ entry - so it's not like I'm being completely idle. Maybe I'll see if I can do something with Middle Ground, which I've taken a dislike to because it's appallingly sexist but might be redeemable with some work. Maybe I'll bring back my favourite characters from another half-finished thing and see if I can do something with them. Maybe I'll spend the next two weeks playing Patapon in a semi-coherent daze. The future is uncertain.
There was going to be another section here about the office Christmas party and the stress of having to make your own table groups, but I think I can reduce it to 'Oh God, it's like being back at school'. The whole thing seems to be designed to induce flashbacks to my years as a social pariah, and from talking to other people it seems that I'm not the only one who feels this way.
I can't think why this method of organisation was chosen - well, I suppose I can. It was chosen because the organisers are archetypal social butterflies and extroverts, the sort of people for whom high school was an enjoyable experience and this sort of thing poses no problems.
Oh well, fuck it. The Christmas party was fun last year, but not fun enough to justify getting worked up over. The team lunch - which will
be enjoyable - is well in hand, and it's not like I'm short of things to do of an evening.