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.