Monday, July 13, 2009

Note To Self...Simplify!

I’ve been playing with spreadsheets in plotting out bigger stories. Which works well in laying out cross-plots, who does what and when. Spotting more than once a nice moment when a pair of characters might overlap their bits of story, meet, and so on. Don’t have Microsoft Office on my home machine. There, I’m using Microsoft Works, that spreadsheet, which essentially is the same.

Anyway. Since it works well in the bigger stuff, thought I’d try it for plotting out my current add for Bolsheviki’s Mage Hunting, over on Protag.

[Meaningful pause]

Well…it worked, but not nearly as well. Perhaps because I was plotting it up on the laptop, and not under ideal jotting-down conditions. Tapping in the plot points, row after row down the sheet, was fun, sure. And each character’s action and reaction across the columns. But. Have you ever tried copy-pasting from a spreadsheet to any kind of working draft…using the f’…fiddly, laptop, pointing device? Tried it only the once.

If I felt like playing a game, then I’d fiddle with that pointing device, however I felt like writing. Laptop has a usb mouse, of course. But the awkward positionings of laptop, and lap, and tapper, as in me tapping, and mouse on paper notes as mouse pad – and inadequate slapdash mouse pad, at that! – frustrated even more so. I want to write, I want to jot it down fast, I don’t need to fight the tools I’m using.

I over-complicated the exercise.
There’s a lot to be said for pen and the back of some recycled fax scrap.
It’s how I used to do all of it, last century.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

0 Yard Siding


Spotted that as I drove home, after groceries, after Air Care testing my motoring vehicle, and passing said test, with conditional okay re new gas cap; and after renewing motoring-vehicle insurance for another year. Spotted the small hand-painted plaque hung over the door of the portable that passes for the railman's office down here in the Marpole shunting yard. So this is 0 Yard, then.

Also, spotted a likely spot where I could snap a closer pic of that snoozing caboose.

The CPR never would've needed a caboose for shunting about railcars. Marpole, and 0 Yard, simply where it has come to rest, my guess, after decades of rolling and rattling at the back end of trains that got to see all of Canada.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Blogger Profile Interests Broken…but Being Worked On

Clicking on those diverse and nifty interests in our Blogger Profiles has suddenly returned NO PROFILE FOUND. Not for any of them.

For me, it was like suddenly being cut off from all the rest of the world and all the other bloggers riding along on it.
Yup, something broke, a very quick google about returned this morning.
However, no worries. They – the They behind the curtain who keep things working – they’re looking into it.
Interestingly, they call this Interests Search thingie the Blogger Profile Browsing Feature. Which is what it is, eh.

Here’s their reassuring link: http://knownissues.blogspot.com/2009/07/1971735.html

Shadows on Water...actually, it's a Test



A Test. I'm testing the Schedule a Future Posting thingie.

Set the date...in the near future...and I'll see, at the appointed hour, won't I?
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Thursday, July 9 '09,
6:47'ish, pm:
It worked.
Compose something. Even put in a pic. Under Post Options, set Post Date and Time in the future. Click Publish Post. And it is scheduled for publishing at that precise, future When.
Simple.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

QuickJot — Wed., july 8 '09

I've fallen back into an old habit. Not posting until I'm more in the mood, as in feel I can do the thing right, to my satisfaction. It's no writerly calamity. Not even a creative block. Work's been busier, recently. Work, as in day job, and night job, in the busy season, and which ain't writing. There've been other demands demanding the hours I'm awake in every day. I'm tired. And wanting to play. And simply not wanting to have to work at any writing when I'm tired and useless. I like the doing the writing to be fun.

Was just about to stop there.
But the point here is to do the thing. Even when it feels wrong. Because not doing this, saying whatever my excuse for not doing it, falling back into that old bad habit means I don't get my scribbling exercise. And exercise should properly be a daily...exercise, if I'm gonna get the eventual good of it.

Gawd, that hurt. Felt the burrrn. So it's gotta be doing good...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

QuickJot...Thurs, July 2 '09...Teatime for My Soul

Lonnnnggg work day.
Taking a break.
Just made a tea. Zapped a mugful of water and teabag three minutes in the microwave. Gave my soul the moment of quiet that was handy.

Pre- the zapping, I lay the teabag on the surface of that water. Did not…repeat…did not break the moment with spoon drowning that teabag. Stood, instead. Watched, instead. Water darkly seeping, sweeping up through the teabag, like the dark sea taking a ship, flooding her to the last bulkhead, and sinking her by the head.

Two sugars. There wasn’t any milk. I wanna go write something.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Canada day, July 1 '09


Formerly known as Dominion Day, Canada Day, this year, today, Wednesday, mid-busy-workweek, feels little more than a day of rest. Thursday's month-ending at work. Trying not to think on that. I've hung the red Maple Leaf boat-pennant in the window with care. Hoping ours, and others, keep safe in those wars I'm saying nothing more on today. Staying away from ranting, I've decided. As long as possible today, into tonight, keeping myself blissfully ignorant of...oh, that's almost a rant. Just adding I'll keep the news off.
In a brilliant distancing move, I've already gone walkies.

Down to the river. And snapping pix. Sixty-four snapshots in one half-hour. Way too much sunlight blowing out details. That's because I slept in. But I needed the sleep. And I needed to fill my head with the walk through tree-filled Marpole to the river. Stood there, like a tree, filling up on sunlight and sea breeze, and whispering river.

There's writing I wanna do. Some I have to do. Those exercises, too, in Protag's Groups. By another name, they're writin' workshops. And reminding how much fun writin' and workshoppin' it was a thousand years ago in school. Anyone can join any group. They're such a new addition to the fun'ness of Protag that there are certain to come more groups. Genre-writing, prob'ly. So far, we have groups re Poetry, Editing, World-Building...

...That reminds me...I should point Bolsheviki at this fun'ness.