All my Universal Nexus related writing is a bit stuck. This bites.

On the plus side, though, I’m working on something that isn’t Universal Nexus. Can’t be. In universal nexus the present day is during a pretty ugly part of World War 3.

It’s a romance. Whether I publish it or not depends on a lot of factors.

I guess, ostensibly, it could be Universal Nexus. I mean fictions, and reincarnation and all that fun stuff. But I’m not that twisted … I think.

Anyway. Once this story stops eating my brain maybe I can get back to work on the stuff I was expecting to write.

This post isn’t directly about my writing, or the setting or any of that. But that doesn’t matter, this woman lends evidence that not only is there intelligent life in the universe some of it might be on Earth after all!

Besides, what she says is so firmly within the ideology of Sweytz and the characters of Universal Nexus.

Just watch, listen and salute her.

As if I don’t have enough stories I’m stuck on and working on I suddenly get inspired to yet another.

Yes, another one. It was supposed to be hardly anything more than a fun little distraction I was writing for myself as a way to occupy myself at work when I’m not feeling very inspired toward anything I’m working on, or I’m too busy to give them the attention required. It’s still, technically, that I suppose, but it’s starting to swim around in my head in that way that tells me I’m full of shit if I actually believe it.

What is this strange new distraction? Well, I was thinking to give it a title like The Power of Love because it sounds catchy, and is relevent to an emergent theme I’ve kinda noticed. What’s it about? Ostencibly it’s about a Xentorn girl named Lorixa. That’s it. I could get deep and wordy, but in the end, that’s the answer. This emergent theme business gives me the alternative answer of love and friendship and their power to supercede and overcome nearly the entire spectrum of emotional experience. That’s fancy talk for it gets really sweet in spots.

This wouldn’t be a problem if it’d maintained momentum. In two days I’d written over 5700 words! That, for the not-writers is a not insignificant figure. At least not when that’s the keepable word count, and with nothing getting thrown out save a word or sentence here and there as one struggles to get an ornery sentence to co-operate. Then it stops. No idea where it goes from here. Where it ends up, oh yeah. But the next step to get there? Yeah, I’ve got ideas but nothing that wants to come out well.

So, I’m not going to list it all but this makes now … nine WIPs and I know I’m forgetting about something. I wish my brain would finsih one idea before getting another. Really … it’d make things flow more smoothly I’m sure. Probably. Maybe. Okay, I’ll allow I’m probably being delusional on that point, but damnit that’s what wishful thinking is all about!

And to illustrate what the inside of my head feels like with all those WIPs hitting walls, dead ends, tar pits, and so forth I present to you a lot of kittens being adorable and going quite mad themselves:

Just in case you’ve been living under a rock this should explain it. I’m not a fan of the EFF, but in this case I agree with them: this is some stupid shit.

Think about it this way: It’s a copyright protection act (ostensibly, anyhow. Since the US congress is behind it I’m far more willing to believe corporate tyranny is the true motivator), and I’m someone whose name is on copyright protected work. With me so far? Now, this is the part that might be hard to follow, but here goes. Keeping in mind the aforesaid bits about me being a copyright holder, this bill being ostensibly about protecting copyright, and I’ve not only already called it “stupid shit”, but I’m also going to add to that that the people who though this thing up should stick their heads in a duck’s bottom or be drug into the street and shot — I’m not picky, though I imagine having a lobbyist or politician up its arse would be unsanitary … I mean that duck could catch any number of things. Probably should stick with the firing squads. I’m, before anyone gets confused here, not talking about or suggesting assassination … that has a habit of making martyrs. I’m suggesting bloody revolution, I am. Get it right. I mean, there’s a huge difference. Or at least public execution, which is truer, but I’m not missing the opportunity to use that bloody revolution bit now I’ve thought it.

In any event there’re a few billion petitions out there, an hundred places to contact your congressmen about it, etc. If you haven’t yet you should use one of them. I could go into a long list of reasons, but I won’t. It seems to me that a right thinking, literate person ought to be able to figure that one their own.

I’d set myself one deadline that, while perhaps a bit optimistic and ambitious, still shouldn’t have been much overshot, but then a puppy shows up.

Oh, to be sure, Einie is adorable, but he’s a major delay.

The puppy reaches the point where sleep is possible then sickness happens.

Screw it. From now on my announced deadlines are going to consist of “I’m uploading the information to Smashwords, so it should show up in various places in a few minutes to days”

If I manage to miss that deadline then at least I can blame it on computers — the bloody daemonic pieces of electric nuisance that they are.

Life would be a lot easier if my characters could just hold a ruddy pen and write their stories themselves.  Really it would.

So, from a certain point of view I’m currently working on five things and none of them are being at all co-operative.

The furthest along are a story about Jasmine, one of Georgia’s mothers who doesn’t have a role in Stolen Time who was born into and grew up fighting a war against extinction. It’s already rough so I know it’s not going to be one of those things that I finish and go “Hot DAMN, let’s get this to press!” No, not close. It’ll need a few major editorial reviews first. Sadly I don’t really have a clue what happens next. I know the beginning, and I know the end. I don’t seem to speak enough Allurian to follow Jasmine’s explaining the middle bit.

Next is the tale of how Anastasia, the quirky techno-confused thespian became a member of Darrien’s Daggers. This one, fortunately, I know very well what’s in the middle. I’m having a terrible time narrating it.

Next is Salandra’s story. See she has an adventure on a student exchange program to the T.C., but that one is only a prologue and a “I know what’s supposed to happen” situation. It hasn’t taken shape yet. I guess the best way to put it is that I don’t have a clue what kind of story it’s supposed to be, yet. I’m also just feeling horribly uninspired where it’s concerned.

Next is the Lady Salarissa’s Salon short stories collection. Happy thing! I’ve decided it ought to be Volume 1 of a series of these! Basically I’m thinking it’s going to be a lot of origins. How various iconic members of the Salon came to be there. This one really could be going better but I, frankly, can’t keep my mind in the right gear lately. Too many distractions. Oh well, c’est la vie.

Finally there’s the story of Kaelee and Dejah. As who and what they are is something of a spoiler I’ll leave that off and just say that they are supposed to be an adventure series set in a fantasy world. This one would be flowing just fine but my brain keeps getting in the way. Sadly, if I were inclined to evil overlordship I think the world would be in trouble. Suffice to say the Big Bad Evil Bad Guy Person keeps winding up a teensy bit too smart. This is never a good thing. This is Universal Nexus. The Good Guys don’t always win, but virtually always, and certainly almost every time they’re on camera! I mean where would we be today if there’d ever been doubt that Buck Roger’s would win? That John Carter would come out on top?! That a nine year old kid who accidentally activates a Naboo star fighter with R2-D2 in it could take down the invading Separatists and save the day?! Anarchy, chaos, mayhem, fear! That’s where we’d be! (You thought I was going to make one of those comments that gives agents hives about Tea Partiers ruling the world, or some such. Nonesense. I’d never do such a thing, not even in an implied and subtle manner such as a perfectly innocent looking aside. Nope, not me. I behave myself.)

There — venting is supposed to be therapeutic. If that’s the case, perhaps I’ll get somewhere in one of those stories soon. [Hey! GODS!! nod nod, wink wink and stuff!!]

cheers

Alright so the site is now officially back up.
There’s no page for Lady Salarissa’s Salon, but that’s as it should be at the moment as it’s still more concept than substance.

Stolen Time is coming along beautifully so far.

I’m also seriously considering deleting the Facebook page. It really doesn’t serve any kind of purpose and I only created it on some poor advice I found on several websites.

Einstein is still a major distraction, but less of one with each passing day (except the ones where he’s more) … still, editing is managing to somehow proceed (yay!).

that’s all for now.

cheers

Well. Welcome. This blog you will almost certainly want to RSS to because unless I get the kind of famous where I’m being invited to conventions, awards thingies, and The Tonight Show with … who does that these days? Anyone know? Anyway, needless to say this thing ain’t getting too often updated. As you can see by the ridiculously tiny text box I’m not expecting to ever say much either.

Why not use Twitter?.
Root word of ‘Twitter’ = ‘Twit’ that sums up my feelings on that website and everything to do with it.

What about Facebook, then?
I’d rather use Twitter.

At this exact moment anything writery I can say is here.

Shanny has some news that will be found here (just as soon as I show her that it exists and talk her into using it).

cheers