Is it the right-brain or the left-brain that best handles technical stuff? Whichever it is, I think mine's overloaded. I've been wrestling with technology since pretty much the moment I woke up. It's all because of the soopersekrit project (the one that isn't really secret at all, but I don't want to jinx it with premature squees) that my darlings
shellydkitty and
aldiara and I will have ready very soon.
I *love* it when technical things go smoothly. There's such a rush of accomplishment when you pick something apart and it finally rewards you. And then there are the times when you don't and it doesn't. That's what's been happening today.
Granted, some things did go beautifully. That's all due to the amazing
paraka, who spent all day with me yesterday going over vidding techniques, sharing her favourite vids (you see them so differently when you know what to look for!!), and giving me just enough taste of vidding theory to want more. It's really fascinating stuff! I don't know that I'll ever become a serious vidder (famous last words, right?) but because of her I feel much more capable of handling this project. And check out her lovely QAF video.
Of course, as soon as she left I started fumbling. I never truly realised how much patience you have to have for this kind of work. And how much I just don't have. That 50 min. downtime for rendering drives me batty, since I have to devote my entire computer to it.
I'm trying my best to be zen though. I played with the animals, I finally got out my exacto and salvaged some of my graphic novels that got wet and the pages stuck together, I remembered how much I loved Sandman: The Dreamhunters when I reread it, I tried to take a walk but it was -9 so I didn't get far. I even picked up a pen and pad and wrote a silly little story by hand, which I haven't done in forever:
Making Out (Alles Was Zählt, Deniz, 350 words, PG-13)
It's just a little thing, but I'm quite pleased that at last one of my stories is inching towards porn. It's about time. And that alone beats my entire 3rd week of WriSo, in which I wrote one AWZ drabble and a Dumbledore crackfic. Not my best week. I'm one paragraph away from finishing another story, but I haven't been able to touch it for a few days. Do your muses ever scare you? Mine took a very dark, very disturbing turn down Obsessive Avenue and I had to coax him back. I let him wander down there one of these days, but it needs to be in another setting -- this story did *not* warrant that kind of behaviour!
I'm thinking bed now, and musing, and rendering more video files, all at the same time. Good night, kits!
p.s. Oh, and if you were ever thinking of getting a perm account, now's the time. $30 for forever? That's hard to beat. (And I really don't need 5000 icons, do I?)
I *love* it when technical things go smoothly. There's such a rush of accomplishment when you pick something apart and it finally rewards you. And then there are the times when you don't and it doesn't. That's what's been happening today.
Granted, some things did go beautifully. That's all due to the amazing
Of course, as soon as she left I started fumbling. I never truly realised how much patience you have to have for this kind of work. And how much I just don't have. That 50 min. downtime for rendering drives me batty, since I have to devote my entire computer to it.
I'm trying my best to be zen though. I played with the animals, I finally got out my exacto and salvaged some of my graphic novels that got wet and the pages stuck together, I remembered how much I loved Sandman: The Dreamhunters when I reread it, I tried to take a walk but it was -9 so I didn't get far. I even picked up a pen and pad and wrote a silly little story by hand, which I haven't done in forever:
Making Out (Alles Was Zählt, Deniz, 350 words, PG-13)
It's just a little thing, but I'm quite pleased that at last one of my stories is inching towards porn. It's about time. And that alone beats my entire 3rd week of WriSo, in which I wrote one AWZ drabble and a Dumbledore crackfic. Not my best week. I'm one paragraph away from finishing another story, but I haven't been able to touch it for a few days. Do your muses ever scare you? Mine took a very dark, very disturbing turn down Obsessive Avenue and I had to coax him back. I let him wander down there one of these days, but it needs to be in another setting -- this story did *not* warrant that kind of behaviour!
I'm thinking bed now, and musing, and rendering more video files, all at the same time. Good night, kits!
p.s. Oh, and if you were ever thinking of getting a perm account, now's the time. $30 for forever? That's hard to beat. (And I really don't need 5000 icons, do I?)
drained
aggravated
sleepy