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| 18-January-2008, 07:27 |
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I am working on samurai sudoku puzzles. I have a bunch printed out and just work them out.
If I ever get stuck I fill in the grid at the sudoku solver and figure out what technique I may have missed. I really try to avoid that. I don't like being told something I missed. But... on occasion, when I'm given a hint, I can truly say, "Well fuck, there's no way I would have thought of that."
If I am at home, I grab a marker and continue expanding on the multi colored virus that is the artwork on my walls. I tried doing something a bit more "symmetrical" and I didn't like it. Squiggles will do. I even took to drawing a few stick figure people playing on my squiggles. I'll probably get more into that once I get the wall more filled up.
The "grid" I painted on one of my walls was a great idea. I've completely filled in the cell to the left. I have another wall I need to add a grid too, but I want something... different.
Speaking of which, I should take more in progress pictures. I'm going to regret not doing so in the future.
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| 27-November-2007, 08:54 |
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For a while there I thought I couldn't write. Perhaps I still can't.
For a while there I thought I could not fashion stories that entertained me.
I still can.
What finally defeated my sourpuss mood was about 50,000+ words I wrote a year ago. After sending the manuscript off to friends I decided maybe I should read to see what they were in for. I remembered precious little about the story.
For two hours I was laughing, gasping, giggling, and "OH MY GAWD"-ing it myself in my room.
I pleasantly shocked myself right down to the part where I screamed, "Why did you stop?! You bitch!"
You ruinous whore!
Goodness. I can't stop thinking of that sentence.
Seriously B? Ruinous whore?
You crack me up.
I'm blinded by my own amusement. If it's good writing, bad writing, cheap writing, rushed writing.
It pleases me.
Grinning ear to ear.
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Incidentally, cutting the tip off a permanent marker greatly improves its performance. True facts.
I realize now that I can easily get my energy back after evocations. However, I need to work on keeping it up during the process. Perhaps like a muscle the fatigue will give way to strength later. I will certainly find out, because the work will continue. I will work around the yawning for the time being.
I dreamed of squares last night, drawing them. The dream had more to it, characters, dialog. I don't recall the details. The dream had plenty to do with the plans I have worked on for the past two weeks.
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Somehow the old, blue, worn down sharpie that I've had for years was a longer lasting and better marking marker than the 24 I recently bought. These pitiful things maybe worked 5 minutes before running dry.
I am deeply disappointed. I made sure to match the marker perfectly to the one I had - Stanford Sharpie Fine Point Permanent marker.
I might as well have bought Brand X Suckass Markers.
Deeply disappointed. My wall drawing has suffered. My next step will be to cut the tips off the markers so that they are flat and blunt like my the old one. Nothing worse could happen.
In the meanwhile, I got out a piece of poster board I had been hording. I glued popsickle sticks 3-high around the borders. I went into the closet and pulled out my marble collection and poured them into the frame.
My current peace maker / energy rejuvenation outlet is to try and create a mosaic picture from my marbles. That's more than my marbles have done in years. They are happy to see the light.
I was surprised the marbles did not fill the poster board. I fear this may lead to me buying more marbles. Last thing I need is more marbles. I'm quite sure I've thinned them out in previous years because I had so many.
But yes, I totally forsee myself getting more. More puries. More red.
Why'd I have to waste money on sucktastic markers?
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Yesterday showed me just a taste of the exhaustion that lay ahead.
So tired.
Other than straight down time, I discovered a method of bringing me back up to speed after prolonged [I need to find a word for this] sessions.
Drawing. Yeah. Drawing.
I have a habit I call "extensive doodling" because I do not think enough of my scribbles to call them artwork. I have a blank canvas in my room called 4 walls which I have previously painted on. However, paints require too much set up and too much clean up.
While doodling with a pen on paper I thought how this would be fun on my wall with a permanent marker. I had such a marker, blue, in my drawer at home. I uncapped it and went to the wall. Just 20 minutes later and I was feeling better.
My blue marker was not. *chuckles*
My mission today is to purchase a 12 pack of permanent markers. Paints are neat and all, but I need a medium that is readily available to me, and as evidenced by the work I'm doing, I'm going to need them often.
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