Strange day, it is. I was up at three AM, my mind full of trepidation and the nagging feeling that something was going to happen today. Something did, but I’m not ready to speak of this thing yet, because . . . there are other things happening. I will keep those who follow me–and you know who you are–in the loop, so to speak.
With nothing to write yesterday, I had to fall back on that old staple, fooling around. Oh, sure: I was told that there’s always something to write, and I’ll get into that come 1 August, but right now I just want to play and think. There are so many things existing out there in my Idea Bank right now that having new ideas pop up is something I’m trying to avoid. Yes, there is a new idea popping about in my head: it has been there for a couple of weeks now. And its an annoying little bugger, because it wants attention.
But I’m not going to write it, not yet. I have other plans, sucker, so go away. I’ll get to you in time.
I did have an enjoying time, however, helping someone out with building another world–one in space, mind you. I offered some ideas that weren’t initially considered, and after thirty minutes, things were looking better on the other person’s side, or so I believe. It always feels good helping out where one can, and in matters like this I like to go one-on-one with another writer. As I stated last week, listen to the signal, cut out the noise.
I’ve gotten deeper into Blender, though, and I’m having fun laying out the setting of my last story in glorious three dimensions. I did this throughout most of yesterday, usually while listening to the early albums of Elton John, but towards the evening I started working my way backwards through The Electric Light Orchestra’s catalog, and since about nine PM I’ve been playing and playing ELO 2, which–if you haven’t guess–is their second album, and probably their least commercial record. It has a raw, unpolished nature–save for one song, and if you listen to the album you’ll know which one–and also contains the longest song ELO ever recorded, Kuiama. The last song had me going, “Hey, I remember hearing that song on The Loop when I was the only kid in my school listening to FM in 1973”, and getting a little smile going as I remember those days . . . not always fondly, but that’s the way the world goes, right?
Back to the Blender . . . what originally started out a few weeks back as giving myself a look at the appearance of my Great Hall, and how it looks sitting in the middle of The Pentagram, has now become pretty much the whole of the core school, both above and below ground. It’s big, it’s spread out–and there are tunnels galore for kids to use to get to classes when the weather sucks, or there’s a foot of snow on the ground, or they’re looking for a private moment.
And now it’s time to figure out how to build a road. ‘Cause i need roads and paths.
So many things happening. I’m counting down . . .