Pep For the Four AM Squad

Well, they tell you that writers are supposed to write. Even when you don't know what to write, even when you're blocked as hell, even when the well has run dry and the muse has packed her things for Maui, they tell you to sit at your computer or notepad and write whatever you can. I'm a bit in disagreement about forcing oneself to write seriously when the muse is uncooperative and you've really got nothing for the moment, but I decided to give it a try. This is what came out:

Stuff stuff stuff and things, everybody likes stuff and things, stuff and things, whatnot and this and that, who knew stuff and things could be so whack? Stuff and things and this and who, say it once and you won’t be blue, feeling down or lonely too, say stuff and things, you know it’s true. When you don’t know what to say, stuff and things will save your day, say you don’t know what to write, don’t be uptight, stuff and things will make it alright. Stuff stuff stuff and things, everybody likes stuff and things, stuff and things and whatnot too, this and that and who be you? Once upon a time in a far off land, the world was crumbling by Evil’s hand, but when all the people were in despair, stuff and things came flying through the air, stuff and things doesn’t let Evil stand in it’s way, it’s always there to save the day. Stuff stuff stuff and things, everybody likes stuff and things, stuff and things, whatnot and this and that, who knew stuff and things could be so whack? Stuff and things is pretty neat, but in the unlikely chance that it’s ever beat, there is one more who can make you smile, quirky and oddest this side of the Nile, when stuff and things can’t bring you higher, say stuffles and you’ll be on fire. Stuff stuff stuff stuffles and things, everybody likes stuffles and things, stuff and things, whatnot and this and that, really, who knew stuffles and things could be so whack??

It being four AM probably had something to do with it. Julie's probably the only one who will understand this.

The Moth Don't Care If the Flame Burns Low

Hooray! Wolf finally has trailers up! They're nowhere near to being done with the movie, but the fact that they're in the animating stage is really something. Only taken them what, three years? That would be excruciatingly long in Hollywood terms, but considering the movie is completely volunteer, that's pretty good. No news on when the movie itself is gonna come out, though. I wish I'd been at Anthrocon to see them, though!

I heard yesterday that J.K. Rowling has announced that two major characters will die in the last book. Not that I expected anything different. I'm almost positive Snape will be one of them. Regardless of whether he's truly a bad guy or is still just spying for the good guys, he has to die. And if we go with Molly's theory that Harry is a Horcrux himself, it's a safe bet Harry has to die. She did hint that she might very well kill him off. Which would be interesting. My mom's not too happy--she thinks it's wrong to kill main characters when you're writing a book for kids. Though the series has pretty much transcended age brackets by now.

So the other day I was on my laptop, like usual, and I notice that when I run my nails over the surface stuff comes off. But for some strange reason, the surface looks like it's never seen a speck of dust. So I take one of those orange cleaner wipe things to it, and oh my god the dust that came off was rather disgusting. Which is so weird, because I dust my computer off constantly, plus it didn't even look dirty. But once I'd got it all cleaned off Septimus was noticeably prettier.

I need to start backing up my files more often. Septimus has been giving me a hard time lately, plus he's getting up there in terms of age. Losing all my files is like one of my biggest fears. I'm gonna need a lot of CD's, though...Or I suppose I can just put everything but my writing files onto the external hard drive. Which is still sitting in my room, despite my not having used it for ages.

I'm gonna cook dinner tonight for ten bucks. My parents really are gonna pay us for odd jobs, and I chose Wednesday as my day to cook.

I am GOING to Confluence. I'll talk my parents into it somehow.

And by the way, that thing I wrote yesterday, what I'll call the Stuff and Things Doggerel Poem? It really did help. I ended up staying up for an extra hour writing the first half of the E and Kail scene where their relationship starts to break down. *evil snicker*

I wanna go on a bike ride. It's such a nice day.