Thursday, June 30, 2005

Sundown

(c) FreeFoto.comIt's my time to really write but preying on the back of my mind is a dirty house. If I win the lottery cleaning and maintainance services are near the top of my list of things to spend money on. Right after buying a house, of course. I don't know what my top thing to spend money on would be yet, just piddly things like doctors and dentist. What's at the top of your list?

Union

My muse and the technical beast have formed a partnership... logic until I tire, writing until I'm worn out. Nice of them to work that out.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

How?

I never used to get bored, my mind always found something to occupy itself. Now, though, things don't seem to keep my interest for long and I sit around bored off my ass. TV is no help at all, especially since the cable was shut off. With plenty to do I should always be busy but its amazing how much time goes by where I accomplish nothing. Who are those disciplined writers who can just sit down and write, and how do they do it?

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Slow Motion

I was despairing over how long it took me to write this section of the book then I remembered the lost week where I moved in a daze. Still, it's taking me about a week to write a section and I'm not pleased with that. I set myself a time-table to have something ready to publish and it's already been pushed back once, I think it will be again. I was hoping the more I wrote the easier it would get but that isn't the case at all. It took me seven years to write my first book but I was pretty sick most of that time and I was without a computer for a year so I could understand it. Ah well, I was hoping to retire at 55, I don't think that dream will come true. Retire... stop working crappy jobs and write for a living is my idea of retirement.

Leviathan 6

Intro | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

The blanket slid to the floor and she got up. The door slid open and she left the room. The door opened and she stood before the monk. "What is your intent?" He didn't recognize her, could barely sense her, just a cold distance. "That depends on you." he answered.
~|~
Strike prowled the decks of the ship, restless and uneasy in its confinement. She slept little, her mind full of battle, impatient for more. At first she considered the Others weak and cowardly, killing from a distance, but she was proud to fight at their sides. They were fierce fighters, making up for their lack of strength with cunning and logic. She was glad the Phibians came because she learned that technology made the fight more interesting, less a match of strength than a match of minds. She found that she liked it because it eventually came down to a fight, face to face, live or die.

The Feline didn't roam the ship alone, Storm couldn't rest either. He was worried about Horizon but, like Strike, his mind was also filled with war. He'd done battle many times with those trying to break through the dimensions but war was different and he had to admit to himself it was exhilarating. He liked everything about it, the stealth and cunning, the searches and the battles, especially the battles, Storm had learned he had a taste for killing. The feeling of power as he hovered above his enemy and took their life away was intoxicating, he wanted more. He knew war had changed him and that change and damaged Horizon but part of him didn't care, just wanted to kill.

As if drawn together by their kindred hungers the two came together one night in a passageway. The Feline was about to pass by in disgust but something in the Avian's eyes made her stop. She nodded which was coldly returned by the Avian. "I heard of your exploits, Bird." the Feline said and the Avian replied, "Your name is spoken in many places." History had taught them hatred and distrust for each other, it was all the respect they could afford.
~|~
Cougar sought a dream of guidance and found himself in a place unsought. Battles in strange places, lovers twined together, acts of cruelty, acts of lust, death and conception, the images flickered in demon eyes. Then he saw himself. They had just finished making love and were resting in each other's arms when he sensed a wrongness. "Wait here," he told Dawn Song, "something is wrong." When he got outside he saw an enemy tribe riding down on their camp. He started a war chant and the warriors gathered quickly. As they fought he continued the chant to give them power. One of the enemy warriors broke off and charged him. He pulled his knife, his people called it Cougar's Claw, and met his enemy by burying it in his chest. In that moment Cougar stopped chanting and when he was pushing the warrior off his knife he heard Dawn Song's cry, "Stalking Cougar!" He turned to her and yelled, "Go back to the tent!" Another of the enemy warriors broke off from the fight and was rushing for Dawn Song. Cougar ran at him and they fought for a time before the attacker was dead. He looked back to see if Dawn Song was in the tent. Standing behind her was a warrior with an upraised axe. Cougar shouted, "Dawn Song, behind you!" The axe came down.

A cougar leaped from the rocks.

The axe came down.

A voice, "Kill the beast."

The axe came down.

An image of Night Whisper, "It steals your spirit."

Dawn Song died. So would he.
~|~
Addagee welcomed death, she hadn't any hopes to be dashed by their visit, she had come to die. She'd done her own research, she wasn't surprised when Joel came to tell her he couldn't solve the problem. She was a little surprised that Dancr came with him until she said, "I'm sorry Addagee, if you want out you're free to go." There was something troubled in the crew leader's eyes that made the shifter wonder if there was trouble with the crew because she was there. Most people hated shifters, she didn't expect mercs to be any different. She declined Dancr's offer to leave, she wanted to go on the mission, wanted to die doing something of value.
~|~
The knock on Den's door took him off guard, nobody came to see him, his talent made sure of that. Dancr apologized for the intrusion and explained, "I know you avoid attention so I gave you none in front of the crew but your efforts didn't go unnoticed Den Ar Dhuine." She left before he had to say anything and he immediately got on the nets. It was a difficult search but he finally found the meaning of his new name in an ancient Earth tongue, Dancr had called him Den the Hider.

"Don't hide from me, Den Scre, it's only going to make it worse." It always did make it worse, no dinner along with no vids, but that brief time in hiding gave him time to work on an excuse. It was the excuse that was important, if he could give his mother a good reason why he stole then he might avoid seeing his father, a cold, distant man whose lectures made Den feel small and worthless. When Den hid no one found him, it was one reason why he grew up to be a thief, the other being that he just liked to steal.

He was a great thief, learning the technology besides relying on his talent. By the time he'd become successful he'd learned that his ability to hide was a rare psionic talent that he could control. He had never been caught, he didn't make mistakes, his life would have been charmed had he not felt love. He was fool enough to tell her what he did, even more the fool to include her. They were good together then she wanted to try one on her own, "Just once." she said, once was enough. It was a little mistake but big enough to get her caught, he made sure when they found the thief it was him.

It's a planet for non-violent offenders but violence is a way of life there. The only law is work and that law is strictly enforced, the prison planet Lazar has the richest tarq quarries in the universe. Very little of the violence comes from the inmates, what the work and climate doesn't deal out the guards do. It isn't easy surviving Lzar, the odds were so far against it that Lazar should be upgraded to a maximum punishment prison. The corporations fight it, Lazar isn't the only prison planet mis-typed, it's done to get workers that work. The types of offenders who are sent to maximum are there for life so there is no incentive to work while minimums will do anything to get out of the abominable places they're sent. Den had to fight for his life every day for five years, he came out damaged but with a strength he believed could never be broken. When he came out she was gone and his unbreakable strength shattered.

Den went into hiding after that, got a room and only came out for the rare contract, the rest of the time he spent on the nets. He hacked for a living but mostly he searched for her. She learned his lessons well, he couldn't find where she was hiding but he didn't up hope, never stopped thinking of her, didn't stop looking. Every moment he expected her to knock on his door, to explain what happened, to make everything right again. He'd lived with that hope for years but it was dying and with it came a wish for his own death, then came Aki with a way to fulfill the wish.
~|~
Death was the last thing Aki wanted yet he chose to live so close to it, to think of it constantly as he made it the over-riding theme of his composition. Why did people choose to face death? Clearly, for different reasons. But what were those reasons? Why were his crew members there, why were they mercs? Aki began a new thing in holoflute composition, adding spoken recordings to the music and images as if he were playing a vid. The technique of weaving all three together was hard to learn and tricky to play but when he felt he'd made enough progress he began talking to the crew.

"Will you hide my identity?" Aki nodded, the rookie looked around, "Alright, I'll tell you why. Everybody seems to know I'm military, what I hope no one knows is I'm a deserter. I went over the hill during war, in the middle of a mission. It wasn't fear, I've fought over a hundred missions, it was sanity that made me run. Colonization found a planet with some hostile, non-sentient life and we were sent in to clean it out. My unit was the first to hit and the fighting was rough. There were a lot of them and they were ferocious but we were doing a pretty good job of cleaning out our sector when things went wrong. My platoon came upon six of them in a cave, two adults and four young, the male had attacked and been put down. The female did her best to defend her young but she was no match for our tech. She was dying and we were about to fire into the rest when the female groaned out, 'Don't kill.' in our tongue. We didn't didn't kill her children, didn't kill anyone else that day but when we told our leaders we were killing people they said, 'They're mimics.' and sent us out to kill more. On the next mission I was on recon and ran into three of them laying in ambush. We knew they were clever fighters, extremely adept at laying traps and ambushes, but the leaders told us it was instinct. I shot two of them and had a bead on the third but I hesitated and we stared at each other a moment then she asked, 'Why kill?' I killed her, I knew if I didn't she'd kill me but I when I left her body behind I left the army, too ."

The warrior thought a moment, "Maybe telling how I got my name will explain. I had a partner going in as a rookie, we simmed together and took our first contract as a team. His name was Redge Yawl and he was my brother, we were fulfilling a life-long dream. We watched the vids and played merc every day until we were old enough to train, then we simmed together every minute we had. We got good, each of us had our particular strengths but Redge was the better warrior so he was lead. When he felt like we were ready we sold everything we had and booked passage to Trader's Hand. It was an exciting trip as the realization of our dreams drew near, we talked of nothing but the rookie sim ahead. Only The Dark Star was a good enough for Redge and we came out of Cody's sim with high stats, he gave us our pick of rookie contracts. Redge chose a high-hazard job on Klepmon 2, I was hesitant, the fighting sounded bad and I suggested we go for something a little easier but Redge talked me out of it." The warrior grew quiet for a time and then continued, "We had signed on to a recon team and it was our first mission. We were scouting out a trail through deep jungle, there were six on the team, Redge and I were in the middle where we could do the least amount of trouble. Suddenly we got the signal that there was trouble ahead so we hit cover, Redge and I stayed close in the dense undergrowth." The warrior's silence was even longer, the struggle with emotion subtly playing on her face, finally she went on, "Redge has a weakness, a fear he can't control. I saw the snake and I saw the scream in his eyes, I heard the enemy approaching so I did the only thing I could. I'm the Silencr, the name I earned for killing my brother."

Aki's concerto was gaining heart, the intermezzo of interviews was a powerful piece that would bind the journey getting to Leviathan to what was to come. Few had anything to say about why they chose to go there and the few that did spoke of death wishes. Leviathan was a great an unknown and it seemed that death was the understood end.

Excerpt from Shadow Stalkers by S.E.Estes


Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Peace?


For the moment my muse and I are at peace. I believe there are actually two of them at war in my head, there is the muse that gives me words to write and then there is my technical muse. Of the two of them the techie is the worst, driving me through sleepless hours to accomplish pains-taking tasks. The techie I'm not so interested in but it is there when the struggle to form ideas, the struggle to give my mind some peace is too much. I run to the machine side of my mind and hide from the real demands on it, I guess it beats drinking. I used to hide in books but I quit reading when I started my book, I found I couldn't read and write at the same time. As it is, the hardest part of writing the book is the necessity to go back and re-read what I've already written, its difficult to make sense of the words. It's not some mental problem, it's just that my mind is so driven to write new words that I can't grasp words that are already there. Well, if it's a mental problem it's one I'll gladly endure, along with all the other crap it takes for me to write.

Paralysis

I have a million things to do but I'm gripped by a paralyzing lassitude and I sit around wishing I was doing something. It's been a rough week, the lack of sleep finally caught up with me Saturday and I passed out in the bathroom. I had a bump the size of a grapefruit on my head and my eye is still black. I've felt like crap since then but it seems to have broken the cycle of sleeplessness.

Wondering

Would anyone be interested in me posting my first book?

Monday, June 13, 2005

Balance

Beginning to get on an even keel without the help of the added meds. If it lasts I'll save them up for when the free samples run out. Can't afford to buy them myself and my old doctor was very helpful by supplying samples. The new doc says the drug companies are cutting back on the freebies they give out so now I have to apply to the company for their "Samples For Poor People Program". I'm pretty worried because when I told my caseworker what I thought my part-time, fast-food wages were last year he acted like maybe I wasn't quite poor enough. Then when I went home to make copies of my taxes I saw I actually made a little more. Best I can do is keep hoarding for as long as possible and hope for the best. I can handle the ups and downs for a time, its not like I have a lot of money to misspend and I learned not to have a credit card, but eventually it takes it's toll physically and I get sick all the time. I have things to keep my mind focused so I don't think my mind will fall apart and that's my main concern. If the wierdness comes again I don't know what to do... takes meds to fix... takes money to get the meds... I'm not a huge proponent of government but as long as they have my money...

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Maddening

This portion of the book has driven me crazy, the beginning started out well but the end was a huge struggle. The chapter is about struggle so I guess my muse wants me to have a fresh sense of the feeling. I like to blame things for my problems but my huge distraction with the game was really a way to hide from the frustration of the days-long searches for the story. No matter what I do my mind never ceases its search, I can only pace the house so long before I have to do something to keep from fidgiting myself crazy. I couldn't even express myself here, I was empty of words. That's a pale place to be and so I went to the only other thing I know to hide, tweaking. I was a computer geek for twenty years and, though I know nothing about games and very little about JavaScript, I do understand how a computer thinks. A computer program is a jigsaw puzzle and programming it is just a matter of getting the right pieces in the right places. It's more a matter of patience than anything, looking for that spot where the little cloud-looking piece should fit, looks like a perfect fit, damn.. not quite, look again... a day later and you're still looking. Doesn't take a whole lot of thought for the most part once the design work is done, design is like painting the picture and cutting it up into component pieces. It was a good excuse for a while but I can only play with puzzles so long and I didn't want to be a programmer all my life, I wanted to be a writer.

Leviathan 5

Intro | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Silay gazed into the Eye of Ler, a vision of an approaching army played in its depths. They were strong, the strongest she'd ever faced, she watched the vision with pleasure. Silay had been bored in her fortress, with no challenges, surrounded by great power she rarely wielded. They came in secret but the sound of their dying screams would be heard throughout the universe, her name would once again be spoken in fearful whispers.
~|~

The war had done something to Horizon. She was not normally a moody person but lately she shifted rapidly from a giddy joy to a morose darkness where she painted scenes of death. War had done something to Storm, too, it had made him hard. It was part of Horizon's darkness, her beloved was different and so was she, she feared the war would change them beyond recognition, beyond knowing each other. She feared the war was going to kill them even if they lived.

She spent her dark moods painting pictures of Storm's kills, dark moods that came suddenly and lasted for days, days she didn't want him near her. He walked the ship alone those days, worried, sleepless. The worst of the war was yet to come, it had already wrought a terrible work in her, he feared losing her before it ended. Perhaps she wouldn't die but she would be gone, lost in a world of death. Death was rare in their universe, Horizon had never felt it's sting and now her world was filled with it. He knew why she didn't want him near when death was darkening her mind, she saw him as a dealer of death, then, and that was the hardest thing for her to bear. It wasn't fear of him that he saw in her eyes, it was loathing, she hated what he had become. He only killed when necessary, to protect them, but it didn't matter, he killed. The paintings didn't show the danger they'd been in, didn't show the need for what was done, only the act, and it's impact on her. Every gruesome scene showed Horizon in the distance above, falling, wings limp, dead.
~|~
In the distance she saw the lights and headed for them, always following the river. Days went on and it seemed as if they were getting no closer, then she was there. She gazed out across the water at the lights and one seemed to beckon to her. She'd seen Jestr go into a light, perhaps that was the way out, Dugree waded into the sea.
~|~
The fool lay on his cot and thought of a girl. He didn't understand why she left and wondered if he'd done something wrong, he didn't know what school was.
~|~
The girl lay on her cot and thought of a man. His beauty floated above her head.
~|~
Arleen knew her dreams had been prophetic, images of her life to come. Her fate was inextricably entwined with the Snail's, accepting that gave her the peace she would need to see.
~|~
His wounds hadn't healed enough to get up which told Paintr that he hadn't been out long. He wanted to know what happened to Mae but he saw no one to ask. He fell into a nightmare. To his right was the raven-haired Mae with eyes of midnight and to his left Zach Packer. He looked back and there, wreathed in shadow, was Stalking Cougar. All around him were legends of the mercenary world. In front of him the thralls were advancing at a run. Their silence was eerie. He fired into them continuously but where one fell, two rushed in. When they were almost on him Stalking Cougar attacked the head of their column, single-handed with nothing but a knife and a hatchet in his hands. He did terrible damage to the thralls before he went down but there were just so many of them. Nothing Paintr had ever seen could match the horror of what he was experiencing. The eyes of the thralls were so dead, it felt like he was killing empty bodies but he knew there were people trapped in there somewhere, hating everything they were doing. They could not hold them back, Zach fell and finally Mae. She had fought heroically and when she died something inside him died, too. The thrall's blade bit deeply into his left shoulder. He staggered back and dropped to his knees. He felt a burn of energy in his right shoulder and rose to his feet. He pushed forward and continued to fight. Blood ran from his shoulder down to the ground but every time he began to weaken the energy burned in. Another blade got past his defenses and sliced into his side. Darkness came upon him.
~|~
She sensed Paintr awake and felt his nightmare, she wanted to go him but it wasn't time. Soon, he would come for her.
~|~
Mae was growing stronger at a time when Dancr needed strength. The burden of command, the worries about Shadow and the struggle to stay herself were becoming too much. Something had to give and she knew it would end up being her. It was the only logical choice, Mae was more suited for command and Shadow was almost Paintr, that left Dancr the loser. She walked the decks of the ship, her choice clear, on the verge of giving up, when she thought of Aki. She never made the connection before and she wondered how he learned to live with his other minds. What was destruction for her was strength for him, she saw a glimmer of hope.
~|~
The leaves were falling when she left and they fell three more times before she returned, she brought the mobile with her. "School is over, Baka." she told him and put it up in his room. He laughed a little, it had been long since he'd seen her and he felt shy, "Your room.", he thought she should put his gift to her in her own room. She smiled, "Yes, my room." she said and walked in his. He didn't understand until night came and she was still there, then there was a sweet time of further misunderstanding. When they lay quietly together she murmured into his chest, "Why did you make it, Baka?"" When she called him fool he didn't feel so, he felt something he had no words for, something safe and warm. "For you." he told her. "Why war? Were you in a war?" she asked. He shook his head, "I saw it." "Where?" "In my head."
~|~
As he slept she lay staring at Baka's creation, at night it took on new perspectives, things seemed more clear. The center of the mobile was dominated by a huge rock in the shape of a planet, on it was a steep cliff. Floating slightly above its plateau was a fortress made from bits of bone tightly fused together. A cloud of shadows darkened an area below the cliff and out of it streamed an army of darker shadows with eyes that glowed red in starlight. Above the fortress flew tiny ships disgorging jumpers, blaster fire sliced through the air and from below came a green mist that just reached the first jumper who was disintegrating. On three sides of the planet, unseen from the fortress, three ships were dropping more jumpers, several were nearly on the ground. A feeling of anticipation suffused the mobile, it's tight movements through the air gave it a tense life on the edge of death.
~|~
Arleen dreamed of a planet, a cliff and a fortress. Deadly power waited behind the walls, waited for their coming. Many were going to die.
~|~
Shadow awoke in a med unit, for a moment he didn't know who he was then he remembered the caves. Something broke in his mind down there and Paintr's memories flooded in. They threatened to sweep him away and he struggled for a part of himself to remain. He was two people as he fought in the caves, he was two when he ran through the tunnels but when their way out was up an airshaft he could no longer withstand the flood. Memories of Paintr's climb for freedom kept him off balance, as he searched for footing he felt as if at any moment he'd fall, then he did. He kept falling until he awoke in the med unit. He was on a ship and had an idea where they were headed, it seemed that the Old Man had caught Shadow in his web of plans.
~|~
A dirge met Dancr at Aki's door, the song stopped when she announced herself. When she stepped in she saw a holoimage of the cave ceiling falling on those trapped beneath, the Old Man was in the foreground. "It's not your grief your feeling." Aki said when he looked at her. She'd wondered why she felt so strongly about the scene, she knew many who died but mercing had inured her to the face of death. "How do you know that?" she asked. "I see someone else in your eyes." Mae, grieving for her father, Dancr knew she was right in coming there and was about to ask Aki to help but he had anticipated her, "Have a seat." he told her. "There are things I can teach you but they won't help." Aki said and then explained, "People who go to Nhl are willing recipients of their minds, you and Shadow aren't. Acceptance is a key to being a successful multi-mind, until you're at peace with whoever's in there with you nothing else matters. Come back with Shadow if you make that step." When Dancr left she didn't know whether to feel defeated or hopeful, even if she could accept it, Mae would have to cooperate and Dancr didn't know how to make that happen.
~|~
Paintr needed her and she would do whatever was necessary to be with him, even cooperate. They had nearly three months before Leviathan, Mae had time to try it Dancr's way.
~|~
They were together for seven nights and then she told him she had to leave again. "Why are you going, Takako?" Her eyes were sad, "I can't stay, Baka, I have a job." He didn't understand, her job was to help him, it was what she always did. He could come to only one conclusion, "I did something bad?" Her eyes grew sadder and she took him into her arms, "Baka, you could never do anything bad. I need to leave, Baka, locked behind these walls isn't the life I want." He understood a little, there were times he looked beyond the walls and wondered what life below was like but the monastery was his home and he couldn't imagine leaving. He wished he had the words to tell her his feelings, to convince her to stay with him, but he didn't so he held her tight.
~|~
Takako liked her job at the Sakura Inn, the pay was fair and it came with a room but the part she liked best was that it was in view of the monastery. She imagined Baka looking down on her and she felt safe. She knew he was sad but she needed to live and he seemed to understand that, he smiled when she left and told her, "I will always be thinking of you." It was the most lucid thing he ever said, she knew he'd been working on it for hours. She wished she could tell him that she would be back soon but she didn't know how to explain the reason why, yet. She knew he would be happy to see her but she didn't want him confused and afraid, she would need his quiet strength.
~|~
Arleen awoke, she needed to see the Snail. She didn't know how but she sensed him near, sleeping, dreaming, he was hurt and needed her by his side.
~|~
"Dancr to visit." the med unit announced, when he accepted the unit told him he had fifteen minutes and it slid open. Her eyes searched him, worry and fear mixed with a hint of hope in them. She needed to know who was awake, she wanted to talk to Shadow. He knew what she was looking for, "I don't know where Paintr is right now, I don't sense him." "There's a possibility we might come through this, Shadow.", she was speaking of their personal battles. He looked the question and she answered, "Aki." He hadn't thought of that, she could see the understanding and rising hope so she went on, "There's a problem." He raised an eyebrow, "We have to cooperate with Paintr and Mae, allow them to share us." she told him. He shook his head, hopes dashed, "I can't do that." Dancr's heart fell, too, she needed Shadow at her side, as whole as possible.
~|~
Baka's joy knew no bounds, Takako wished she could feel it with him. She waited a week, gave him that time of pleasure and freedom from worry, soon his world was going to change. Finally, she could delay no longer, "We're having a baby, Baka.", she hoped her smile didn't look as forced as it was. He didn't understand, "How can that be? We're not married." She respected his innocent confusion but it only made things harder, "Baka, don't worry how it happened, just know that soon you will have someone else to love and it will be yours." "Gaka." Baka said. She didn't understand, "What about a painter?" "I will call him Gaka," he said, "because that's what he'll be."
~|~
When Dugree stepped into the shallow sea a distant light beckoned to her, she followed its drawing, hoping it would lead her out of the gloom.
~|~
Horizon knew one day she would fall from the sky and plummet into an abyss, she felt as if it had already begun.
~|~
Silay gazed into the Eye of Ler, lately the visions were suffused with a sense of impending doom. She thrilled to the feeling, eager for something new.

Excerpt from Shadow Stalkers by S.E.Estes


Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Doctors

I know I can be rather vague but if I haven't made it clear I have bipolar disorder. It's a very hard illness to diagnose and I was extremely ill for years before getting the right treatment.

Once, before I was diagnosed I was in an extreme manic phase that had been going on for months. Beyond the mental damage it did, I was a physical wreck. One night I had to be taken to the hospital, I was severely dehydrated and out of my head. While I was on an IV I couldn't stop talking loudly to myself and anyone came near. Finally a doctor got fed up and told me to leave but a nurse figured out something wasn't right and suggested I go to the pysch unit. Well, when I got there I was raving and the doctor of the psychiatric ward told me that if I didn't calm down I'd have to leave. That just made things worse and I ended up, sick, in the center of town, miles from home, no ride, no money, in the middle of winter, kicked out of a hospital.

Yes... I have a doctor phobia.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Cyclone



The worst of the mind-storm has passed. I got everything working on the game that I want and now I can tweak and add content... my favorite part. I uploaded the latest update that has the first level quest done. More sections of the map will work when I get around to setting up the rest of the quests. This is more a writing problem than a programming problem, now. As far as the aftermath of the storm, I've slept about 8 hours in 3 days, the house is the worst its ever been and it took me two days to write once sentence for the book. Part of the problem has been a high level of anxiety as I met my new doctor today. I liked my old one a lot and I was afraid I'd get some nut. The new guy seems pretty good, doesn't burden me with a lot of blather and questions, just checks my progress and decides what I should do with my meds. I had to double my dose because of the way I've been the last couple months, I hate it and am debating whether I'll start the knew dosage. If I get too medicated I'll never be able to write... I prefer the agony and slowness over nothing.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Binge

Been on a two-day programming binge working on the game. A long way to go, but everything seems to work. It wasn't as bad as the last binge, I did manage to sleep four hours and I got a little writing done.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Night Thoughts

When I went to bed I wrote four or five good paragraphs in my head before I fell asleep but they were gone when I woke up. Happens all the time, sometimes the night thoughts come back, most of the time they're gone for good.