Aquarionics

Okay, we’re back. This is what happened.

I went on Hiatus. I wrote a Hiatus Page that said, essecially, “Time to try something new”.

Then I got four seperate messages assuming I’d gone overboard again. So I wrote the mixed-font thing that then got linked to inline by BB & Vaughan (That’s Inline as opposed to Blogroll). So far, so hoopy. But what of the hiatus?

The purpose was to rediscover writing, and to get writing done. In this, I both suceeded and failed. I failed to get any new writing done at all, but did manage to clear up a couple of older pieces, and instead sat around fiddling with Aquarionics (Error pages now work properly) New Projects (The ESR Edits Jargon-File thing inspired me to create a Wiki as a better way of handling the Jargon File. More info when I’ve worked out how to import anything into PHPWiki) and stuff like that.

But on thursday I went out and sat by the riverbank with a notebook and a pen, and then in a Caf with said notebook and pen, and plotted The Novel from beginning to end. Then I went back home to actually write it, and failed, and went onto IRC, Vice City, Usenet & Weblogs instead.

So the problem appears to be that I don’t have the self-disipline to seperate Work from Play when they are in the same place (I know from experience that given seperate places, I’m fine), and since I don’t currently have the resources to seperate them effectivly (My laptop has no battery-life, and a new battery for my 50 laptop will cost 103.73 inc P&P.) this is causing me a Problem. TBH, I’m not sure how I can counter this, short of getting a new room to be an office, so I’m back here.

And soon, I shall go back to the Riverbank.

This concluded, I’ve managed to tidy up some other works (Including Alinda, below) for online publication, mostly serving as a warmup exercise for Toffia. Meantime, I’m back to the circular world of “We won’t hire someone without experience” for the forseeable, and sitting at my desk:

A man goes to an agency in London and asks if they have any jobs.
“Sure”, replies the interviewer, “I’ve got an ace job – working in a
strip club, what you would have to do is help the girls undress and
dress, oil them and all that sort of stuff.”

“sounds good” says the man.

“Great, can you get to Newcastle for 9.00 am tomorrow?”

“Why, is that where the job is?”

“No, that’s where the queue starts…”

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