tooth soup

Found my Ben Folds EPs and CDs lying around the house (in a CD case, funnily enough) and had a great time singing along to them in the car on the way to and from Mum’s last night. Brought back a lot of random memories from their endless repetition of them in my CD player from about ’95 to ’05. Isn’t it weird how that can happen; you play a song and, because some silly bastard waved bells in front of a dog eating a few years ago, you remember what you used to do when you played that song constantly for two weeks straight. Sadly, most of them were remembering playing UT_Morbius with my friends at a LAN. Weird actually, when you consider that the game consisted mostly of nailing people through the face with a variety of projectile weapons, and I must have had this happy, piano-filled album playing pretty much the entire time to remember that.

Ahem, anyway, my childhood shiny happy killing tendencies aside, I found myself a gusher the other night. I started with a very simple premise — young office clerk finds old man in the refection of a photocopier glass and sits down to chat to him, learns a bunch of life lessons at his gruff insistence, has a smoke, sets off a smoke alarm, and gets fired,* — and ended up writing a thousand words without blinking. The next night I wrote another thousand words, and the following day another five hundred. It’s slowed down now, which is a pity, but only because I’ve not had another occasion to sit down and rap out a good couple more paragraphs. Thom has assured me it has a good hook, though at the moment I’m fairly sure he is sick, which may have impaired his judgement. I don’t mind though, this one is fun to write, and I’m hoping it continues to be fun to write. I’m at a point where I am about to have the character discover that he no longer has a face; a joy in any author’s life I’m sure.

Writing aside, uni has been fairly good, I’ve got a meeting with Bill tomorrow to discuss a bunch of stuff, mainly just to stay the course and make sure I’ve got what I need to do fixed firmly in my mind. I need that every now and again.

Back to work!

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*Don’t ask me where these ideas come from. It’s not that I don’t know, I do know, but the origins are just so banal that you’ll likely fall over.

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