Retrospective

I’ve gone just over 7000 words for Work In Progress 2. It’s sort of moving along in a very workman-like manner. At this rate, I’ll probably cross the 10,000-word mark by this week. Not that I put a lot of stress on the word count. It’s just that it’s the most straightforward way of conjuring some kind of progress bar.

So if I can do almost 10K a week, then it stands to reason that I’ll be done with this in a couple of months, but I thought I should say that that’s all a rather unfairly mathematical approach to take. Writing doesn’t work like that. At least, not creative writing. Somewhere along the way, and I know this is coming, I’m going to lose confidence and sink low for quite a bit until something stirs me again. Or maybe I’m going to discover some major flaw in whatever I’ve been putting down after all the hard work and not feel like doing it all over again.

My point is, while it’s good to have a rough idea of how long I’m going to take and attach some sense of expectation to that, it’s also not smart to put all of one’s faith in that estimation.

Something’s going to mess up, sooner or later, but wish me luck.

R.

This is not a good time to be going back to a romance that was supposed to stay buried. Then again, it’s never a good time. It tends to happen whenever I have some enormous creative undertaking. I think it’s fair to say that in an unwitting way, she kept me writing, and still sustains the purest of ambitions when I put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Maybe it’s because of that that I actually feel indebted to her, and that’s why this keeps coming back. I don’t know, and I probably never will.

Regarding

T… Sometimes, you just want to act noble and heroic and all, when deep inside you’re just this messed up, childish little boy, so you put on a show and you say, I think I know where this is going. It’s impossible between us. So before I do something silly and both of us get hurt, I’m going to step away. I’m sorry, I can’t be your friend.

Of course, deep inside, that’s not really what you think. Deep inside, you’re bitter and lonely and upset. Deep inside, you’re scarred and wounded. And you really are a terrible person.

But you still wish her all the best. Earnestly. And perhaps, you’re not such a bad character after all.

Routine

Well, I haven’t got anything planned for today, so that means it’s back to the same old routine. I’m slightly disappointed, but the work beckons and, having no friends to count on and romances to pursue, it’s the one thing that I’ll have to settle with.

Read

I haven’t told you but I’ve started on Then We Came To The End by Joshua Ferris, and I’m enjoying it tremendously. I still haven’t finished Einstein: His Life And Universe, but that’s a bit on the back-burner now. My whole life seems to revolve around the writing now.

Random

New clip of LittleBigPlanet features Killzone models. [via Kotaku]

Read about the Stradivari family of instruments. [via Wikipedia]

10 useful tools for blogging. [via Lifehacker] I don’t use any, though I probably should.

Ars Technica reviews Hardy Heron. [via Ars Technica]

Ten:15. [via Josh Spear]

New StarCraft II videos. [via Kotaku]

Full resolution. [via istoicaEVERYDAY]

Yann Martel’s Life Of Pi has won this Best of the Booker poll and has thus been installed as the favourite to go on and win the prize. [via theBookseller.com]

Mike Carey’s Secret Invasion plans. [via Comic Book Resources]

Dinosaur comics. [via dinosaur comics]

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