.booknuttery
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.booknuttery (a spur of the moment name, you see.) is meant to revolve entirely, completely and wholeheartedly around books. Book collections, book links, bought books, sold books, good books, horrible, hellishly bad books. Its a veritable book nerd journal full of all the impossibly cheesy books one might ever want to, be forced to, or perhaps wisely shun -- to read.
Its not meant to be anything more then what it is -- what it is being a sort of catalog for all the books I have, am reading, am buying, am thinking about. Due to this rabid book obsession I figured I needed a diary, a log, a place in which to place all these things I'm reading -- the daily ramblings of some good (or terribly Not-Good) writer that I digest every single day.
And so that, my dears, is precisely what .booknuttery is for. (And please excuse the name.)
You can also head over to these blatantly promoted sites, also by myself.:
Solardragon.org -- Internerd playground of Stuff.
Dragon Ink -- The regular ol' blog.
Loamsdown -- the Diary.
loamsdown's deadjournal -- writing and the like.
Literarity -- The group blog. (Oh so rarely updated, though.)
Gallery -- Scores upon scores of all my visual junk.
(Copyright 2002 S. yadda yadda yadda.)
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Attempt.
I'm starting to write something.. or, trying to write something. I'm fairly certain, however, that I shouldn't be obsessing quite so much over the font.
The first few lines of my "novel-in-progress" read like this:
Font is very important when writing. No one wants to read something written with the wrong font. It is Death in the World of Authors. You might be flogged for doing such an unforgivable thing as using Arial Narrow when the book practically cries out for Times New Roman with just a touch of bold.
No, it didn't make much sense.
I finally decided on Times New Roman. Only tentatively, however... only tentatively.
(Plus, this entry is obvious a ruse for my struggling brain so that I don't realize that I have nothing to work with. My creativity is floating at the top of the fish bowl and all I have left to work with are the tiny remnants of bowl pebbles and flakes of soggy fish food. (As well as really horrible analogies..) [sigh].)
09:39 p.m. }} Saturday, September 21, 2002
Thunk.
I completely hit a mental wall.
The Thunk! is the sound of my skull slamming against said wall and then, suffering from the mental retardation thereafter, refusing to continue with the plot I thought I had worked out.
Writing? Who me?
Daaaaaaaamn.
06:20 p.m. }} Friday, September 20, 2002
Colossus
Today I bought a book of Sylvia Plath poems from over the Internet. I'm entirely looking forward to it - she's my favourite poet. Sometime through Grade 13, however, I did stupidly misplace my copy of The Bell Jar.
One of my favouritist Sylvia Plath poems is
Female Author:
All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.
Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses
Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms
Where polished higboys whisper creaking curses
And hothouse roses shed immortal blooms.
The garnets on her fingers twinkle quick
And blood reflects across the manuscript;
She muses on the odor, sweet and sick,
Of festering gardenias in a crypt,
And lost in subtle metaphor, retreats
From gray child faces crying in the streets.
Also, I keep sneezing. At least the very last remnants of my cold are pleasant.
I'm also almost done Wizard At Large by Terry Brooks. Its by far the best I've read out of the entire series. I think I'm going to at least attempt to try something other then fantasy for awhile, though -- this summer has been spent mostly continually reading about different types of dragons and magic and faeries. I think I might need a little fiction for awhile.
And if not that, there's always the horror collection I've built up while obsessing with this Fantasy stuff.
-- Which brings me again to my novel -- I think its main theme is going to emphasize on the subject of books and writing and most importantly -- muses. Most of the plot is still pretty muddled though...
03:33 a.m. }} Sunday, September 15, 2002
I get paid tomorrow! Yay!
So. This getting paid thing suggests that yes, in fact, I might go entirely money-nuts and pour 22 hours of work down the drain for what amounts to a few books and a really nice meal at McDonalds. But- ah-ha! I fully intend not to blow the entirety of this paycheck on things I don't need. I will not take the car out and go shopping tomorrow.. uhm, much. By week's end I will have more then .52 cents left in my bank account.
Of course, this leads me to mention the lovely book thats waiting for me at Chapters. Summer Knight by Jim Butcher is Book 04 in the Dresden Files. So, I will indulge in a little, wee, tiny, miniscule 9 dollars and .99 cents worth of wanton literary selfishness. I shall splurge. But really, only on that.
I do owe Mel some money because she was all nice and worked for me these past couple weeks, when I've been dying of both boredom and several congested villages clogging up my brain, nasal passages and operating tickly pillow factories (pillows made with scratchy nails, of course) in my throat. (That also, is quite possibly the worst analogy I believe I've ever written.) Anyway -- one book is all I'll buy. Really.
And, in other more book-blog-related news: I've finally got an idea for a novel. A very cheesy idea, but I think with further planning I'll be able to make it into something. I'll post some of the ideas soon, blah blah blah.
Why is my house so insufferably hot? ERGH. I think I need some serious time in front of a fan...
02:12 a.m. }} Friday, September 13, 2002
The Black Unicorn
Being sick in bed all day has its literary uses. (However frustrating it is to be confined to a house, sniffling and coughing and generally wanting to die.)
I managed to finish The Black Unicorn by Terry Brooks, the sequel to the aforementioned Magic Kingdom... It wasn't bad -- a lot of the characters are really likable (if somewhat lacking in some way I can't quite put my finger on...) but honestly, I do prefer James Clemens Banned & Banished series.. although, the comparison is probably unfair seeing that their kind of two different types of fantasy, I think.
Anyway, I'm going to read the third in the Kingdom of Landover series and then I'm going to focus on making an even bigger dent in this ever-growing book pile.
The novel is not coming along as planned. Or, coming along at all. I might just wait until NaNoWriMo and then attempt something with the time allotted and the pages needed. Hopefully that'll spark something interesting that I can work with later. Hopefully.
08:12 p.m. }} Monday, September 9, 2002
A Novel, dear Sieur
I have extreme Writer's Block. The only thing currently running through my head thats writable is something involving two janitors trapped in a building over night while zombies roam the earth.
I'm attempting to kick my brain for ideas, but apparently its only made me creatively retarded.
Erk -- I want to get started on something -- to have some sort of goal or plan or anything while everyone else is at school. I absolutely cannot simply waste my days lounging at home eating Cheerio's, watching He-Man: Masters of the Universe in a muumuu.
As of right now, I am in luck, since I have no muumuu. But give it time. Time spent lounging on one's own in possession of such a movie and before you know it...
Muumuu. Eeeeeeeek.
12:21 a.m. }} Thursday, September 5, 2002
Book, the First
So I just started reading Magic Kingdom For Sale -- Sold! by Terry Brooks. I've never read any of his works before but Gen recommended it, plus it sounded intriguing -- thus the reading.
I did manage to get through the first chapter before collapsing in a drooling heap on the bed. Of course, that isn't any sort of insult towards the book -- I was just insanely, questionably tired today. (And on a side note, my vacation is sadly, coming to an end and I'll have no more time with which to dawdle and dally and spend my days lazing and lounging and doing nearly nothing.)
I lent el my Hollywood Babylon book, as well as Storm Front by Jim Butcher.
... I'm sorry to trail off into what amounts to a rambling first entry of shite, but I'm tired and as such, I think I'd rather just relax with my aforementioned book and a really tall, really nice glass of Iced Tea.
02:14 a.m. }} Wednesday, September 4, 2002
Merely a test, indeed.
Just a test to see if this bugger works right.
12:31 a.m. }} Wednesday, September 4, 2002
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