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oneirophreniaOK, lamenting first: I just read close to five or six thousand words' worth of student writing today--and still have about sixty more pages or so to go--but I've had enough of it for one day. I can finish the remainder during my break between classes tomorrow, and then again later at the newspaper whenever we get finished with the day's work (which I hope is sooner than it was last week).
Enough whining--on to the good stuff! I've been seriously getting back into writing again...with words, not sounds. Sure, I'm still producing music like a rabid beast: The new Caitlin Kiernan EP is coming along apace, I've started two new synthpop songs, a pile of completely idiotic Doctrine of Works tracks, a ton of new ambient pieces for assorted derek.cf.PEGRITZ releases, and just...random noises that may eventually be used for any of the above. But I digress. I'm back into the storytelling mode again, which means I've gotten to churning out and revising older short works at a rate of maybe two a week--a record for me. I just finished "A Place to Sleep" and am working on "Hands Like Snakes Sow the Seeds." I've just started on three new pieces called "The Watchmaker's Apocalypse," "Fruma Sara's Wedding Present," and a funny-ass zombie story called "Bits n' Pieces n' Parts" that I actually started five years ago, but have reworked so heavily I figure I might as well call the current version an entirely new work. Lately, the stuff I've been doing has had a sort of punked-out Thomas Ligotti feel to it, with a heavy dose of Joe R. Lansdale and good ol' HPL, naturally...but I've also found myself writing a lot of stuff with the incredibly snide, terminally Decadent air of Baudelaire and Joris-Karl Huysmanns. Seems like damnear everything I write about involves: 1) miserable relationships and/or the slavering need for vengeance; 2) strange creatures than may or may not be aliens or just people with really strange fetishes; or 3) squirrelly surrealist language jam-sessions that often turn out to be the musings of oneirophrenic characters. But it's just so much damned fun!
And finally....I noticed last week that I have so many freakin' links in Mozilla my bookmarks file is nearly 3 megabytes. Some of this stuff used to be Netscape bookmarks from back in my grad-school days, if you can believe that: they've somehow survived migration into Internet Explorer and then back into Netscape and then into Mozilla. All I know is...I got too damned many of them. Just try to find a link to Barbara Hodgson's webpage to find out when her newest book is coming out, or where Real Ultimate Power went to with that many links floating around. Sometime soon I've seriously got to weed this crap out.
Enough whining--on to the good stuff! I've been seriously getting back into writing again...with words, not sounds. Sure, I'm still producing music like a rabid beast: The new Caitlin Kiernan EP is coming along apace, I've started two new synthpop songs, a pile of completely idiotic Doctrine of Works tracks, a ton of new ambient pieces for assorted derek.cf.PEGRITZ releases, and just...random noises that may eventually be used for any of the above. But I digress. I'm back into the storytelling mode again, which means I've gotten to churning out and revising older short works at a rate of maybe two a week--a record for me. I just finished "A Place to Sleep" and am working on "Hands Like Snakes Sow the Seeds." I've just started on three new pieces called "The Watchmaker's Apocalypse," "Fruma Sara's Wedding Present," and a funny-ass zombie story called "Bits n' Pieces n' Parts" that I actually started five years ago, but have reworked so heavily I figure I might as well call the current version an entirely new work. Lately, the stuff I've been doing has had a sort of punked-out Thomas Ligotti feel to it, with a heavy dose of Joe R. Lansdale and good ol' HPL, naturally...but I've also found myself writing a lot of stuff with the incredibly snide, terminally Decadent air of Baudelaire and Joris-Karl Huysmanns. Seems like damnear everything I write about involves: 1) miserable relationships and/or the slavering need for vengeance; 2) strange creatures than may or may not be aliens or just people with really strange fetishes; or 3) squirrelly surrealist language jam-sessions that often turn out to be the musings of oneirophrenic characters. But it's just so much damned fun!
And finally....I noticed last week that I have so many freakin' links in Mozilla my bookmarks file is nearly 3 megabytes. Some of this stuff used to be Netscape bookmarks from back in my grad-school days, if you can believe that: they've somehow survived migration into Internet Explorer and then back into Netscape and then into Mozilla. All I know is...I got too damned many of them. Just try to find a link to Barbara Hodgson's webpage to find out when her newest book is coming out, or where Real Ultimate Power went to with that many links floating around. Sometime soon I've seriously got to weed this crap out.
