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Downhill

Posted 2013.07.25 21.13 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

So I was trying to figure out when I moved this site to the PlanetStephanie.net domain name, and ended up browsing the archives incase I had posted something about the then-new domain name.

I ended up browsing through my archives from 2009, and soon forgot all about the domain thing and just started enjoying the reading. Entries back then were fun, interesting, funny, intense, creative.

WritingSuddenly it hit me – I’m devolving. Or just not putting in the effort or something.

I remember something I had read recently about Cringe-Worthy work.¬†Short version is, your old work should make you cringe. That means you’re improving.

Only I feel more cringes about the recent stuff. That stuff from 4 years ago was good.

I’d like to say that I’ll redouble my efforts to write more gooder, but I don’t actually know that I will.

Gonna sleep on it, and see what that brings.

Running Out Of Words

Posted 2009.07.24 8.29 in Computers/Internet/Technology, Uncategorized, Work by Stephanie

This month I’ve been writing quite a lot, trying to meet a personal goal of 1,000 words per day of personal (non-business-related) writing. The blob has been a great vehicle of course for this, and at the risk of sounding immodest, I think at least some of my writing this past month has been better than my average level of mindless babbling.

It’s getting difficult though – I guess I’m reaching the point where it starts becoming work and maybe writers’ block begins to set in.

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Story A Day

Posted 2009.07.18 13.28 in Uncategorized by Stephanie

Back in high school when I was taking Creative Writing, one of our assignments was to write something every day for a month. It didn’t have to be huge, like a short story or a couple pages or whatever, subject didn’t matter, the point was to write something every day.

As I recall, it was pretty easy at first. But life is busy and pretty soon you run out of things to write about, then you get busy, then you forget for a day or two, then you’re cramming to get a few separate things written out and trying to make sure it looks like each one was written on a different day…

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Life Needs an Undo Button

Posted 2009.07.14 22.32 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Have you ever done something that started out as just a minor chore that you thought would take a few minutes and make things better, but then the further you got into it the bigger the job got, till finally you reached a point where you realize that it’s a huge messy laborious endless task and you’re too far in to go back, you can’t just put it all back and pretend it never happened so you have no choice but to keep going, and going, and going till it’s all done and then finally by that time you’ve missed dinner and all the actual normal chores you were supposed to do are still waiting for you but you’re bloody exhausted and really you just want to go to bed but you can’t because face it you haven’t even finished cleaning up the mess from that minor chore that took all night and you realize that you’re going to have to be going for another few hours just to catch up on all the stuff you were supposed to have done by now, and so rather than just knuckling down and getting to it, you sit around procrastinating even more, and then finally end up blogging about it rather than doing it because it’s easier, so you start blogging and end up in some kind of marathon run-on-sentence that becomes more of a challenge in and of itself where you’re afraid to stop typing because then it means you’ll have to really face the chores and stuff that you have to do, so you keep typing and typing because it beats putting out the trash or doing dishes or sweeping up or any of the other things that you coulda shoulda woulda done if not for the minor chore that took half the night, and then you remember back in high school when for a creative writing project you wrote a whole short story in one long run-on-sentence and you did it intentionally because the first word in the course title was creative and we were encouraged to do stupid crap like that so we could think we were all clever, but in this case nobody got the point and were like critical of it being one long endless sentence, and not a single one clued in that it was intentional, not even the teacher and that really makes me wonder because it was totally blatant, I mean to the extent that the last few words were the same as the first few, and ended with an elipsis so that people would know that it was meant to repeat over and over and over again, so how could they miss that?

Oh crap, the question mark ended my sentence. Sigh. I’ll think about the chores again. Or maybe I’ll type the post that I actually meant to type before I got locked into mortal combat with a sentence.

The Story of Mouse

Posted 2009.06.22 11.18 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

The day began like every other. Mouse woke, and left the nest to forage for food. There was activity in the grassy field this day, so he stayed close to the great blue wall that rose up from the ground to the sky. Mouse knew to avoid the large noisy twoleg creatures that sometimes came and dug in the fields. They didn’t seem to hunt or eat mice, but they were so big that one couldn’t help but be fearful.

As Mouse moved quietly along the base of the blue wall, he found something new, something he had never seen before. At the spot where the blue wall became a white wall, there was an opening, a portal, a way through. It was just a crack, as though the white wall and blue wall had parted slightly. It was just big enough for Mouse to squeeze through.

Cautiously, he approached the opening. He sniffed the air. Food! There was food inside. Suddenly his mind was filled with stories and legends from his youth. Shangri-la, mouse paradise. A land where it was always warm, never rainy, yet fresh water and wonderful food were always there for the taking. The legends said that once every few generations, one brave or lucky mouse had found the mythical shangri-la, and lived there in paradise for the rest of his days. Those who found it were always too happy to return, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave such a wonderful place.

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