I was supposed to write my review of Janus Silang books 1 and 2, but something shocking happened: David Bowie died following a battle with cancer almost no one knew about until now.
I can’t claim to be his biggest fan ever, but I’ve had a crush on him since I saw The Labyrinth. I admired his talent, and the sheer balls he must have had; few artists walk away at the height of popularity and still end up being famous over several generations.
So instead of continuing the outline, I started reading and looking at tributes (my favorite being the Neil Gaiman/Yoshitaka Amano collaboration). I looped my favorite Bowie song for two hours at work, and contemplated his commitment to his brand of artistry.
I wrote this instead, because I could think of little else (apart from cats, which he apparently also loved).
There will still be a poem on Friday. But today, there is this.
This is a very VERY short post, mainly because my brain has been squeezed fairly dry from some of the stuff that I’d had to do (which includes catching up with some writing in the wake of a long weekend involving Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles – the review will be up soon – and the spaying of a young cat, as well as a small victory in the form of finally becoming AdWords certified). So needless to say, I’m kind of on zombie mode right now.
But I’m not so zombified that I’d let posting on this blog slide, especially when I managed to find time to log in. So to make up for the total blah-ness that I’ve been giving you guys, I’m sharing some interesting reads that I found on the Internet (thanks, Internet!).
On making sure your ideas don’t die – I’ve been making a conscious effort to get past my natural laziness and write as much as I can in my free time, and (ironically) reading articles like this while trying to avoid writing actually helps kick things into gear for me.
On cultivating an instinct for writing – Not everything he says here will probably work out for me, but at least it makes me think about my own approach to writing my stuff (which could only be charitably described as “erratic”).
Equoid – They’ve just released the list of Hugo winners, and I’m trying to check out the works that were recognized. This was one of them (and it’s certainly entertaining).
I honestly tried, guys. I really tried to think of something to write while I’m still tinkering with my review of “The Conjuring”
But it looks like I got nothing today. It probably doesn’t help that I’m preparing for yet another very early morning shift thanks to a meeting that I’m supposed to attend every other week. Right now, all I can think is that I need to get some rest because I need to leave home by midnight tonight.
I don’t even have any reading suggestions for you today. I’ve been too busy at work; I only had enough time to eat something and relax my brain before I got buried in urgent tasks. Ah, the life of a QA proofreader who can’t get shit right the first time so she’s doomed to double-check every damn thing she checks WHILE DEADLINES CROWD AROUND HER, chanting “hurry up, hurry up, hurry up” and causing her to make even more mistakes.
I think I need a proper vacation, but NOPE I CAN’T because who would do my job?
*cough* Yeah, in conclusion, I got nothing for you today.
I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WATCH THE CONJURING YESTERDAY. That fact surprised me, considering the weather and (very) high chance of running out of seats at the cinema. Thankfully, there were still some seats available. In the third row. Where the frights get up close and personal. And where strangers can see and hear us freak out like nobody’s business.
I should be writing a review of this AND Gone Girl, but instead I’m working and reading Wikipedia entries of the cases Ed and Lorraine Warren have worked on.
It’s not like I don’t have notes. It’s just that they aren’t gelling. And while I do tend to ramble in my reviews, I usually try to make sure that my rambling has some sort of cohesiveness. As it is, this is what my “The Conjuring” Review notes look like:
Why do I have a BJD?
I want to cosplay as Lorraine Warren
This is a mistake. A horrible, terrifying mistake.
I want my mother
I will never clap again. EVER.
Apparently you can only exorcise Catholics
And this is what my “Gone Girl” Review looks like:
That is the most fucked up thing I ever read, and I’ve read Palahniuk
I’m afraid that most relationships are actually like this
THIS IS ACTUALLY A LOVE STORY ISN’T IT?
I’m not sure how to write the reviews. All my drafts end up being too disconnected. To my shame, I handle my frustration by playing Facebook games. I really should stop that.
Maybe I should try a mind-mapping approach to my notes instead?