I don’t especially feel like writing tonight—or, rather, the writing I’ll be doing will be for my upcoming WIP, not for a blog—but I still feel like sharing something amusing. So here in all his glory, I introduce Vulcain, in one of his favorite positions:

Into 2006 we now are. It’s odd. Poof, in a snap of fingers, it was 00:01, and another year. Where has 2005 gone?

Time is a weird, weird concept.

I’m not taking any resolutions for the year. Resolutions begin to sound like saying “I’ll go to the gym every day”, only to give up comes February because I want to make it too much, too fast, too perfect. I don’t see why I should bother with resolutions—I’ll do what I have to do, but on my terms, not because January 1st is some kind of magical number that will make everything easier. I don’t need a new year to start exercising more, or write more (already doing it, anyway). Let’s see, if I hadn’t taken my “resolution” in summer, I’d have started working on my writing now, instead of six months earlier!

Alright, this is said in joking. However, I still haven’t listed any. They just don’t feel right. They sound like some compulsory task, like an automatism everybody has to go through because it’s a new year. Resolutions can be taken and started any day, and I’ll decide on mine when the right time comes.

In the meantime, I hope that 2006 wil be a good year for everyone!

Y Tags: 2006 | new year | resolutions

I’m not proud to announce that I haven’t done as much as I could have, in the past week, when it comes to writing. On the other hand, I suppose that the whole Christmas holidays thing isn’t “the right time to write” for many people, and that I’m no exception.

I’m slowly reaching my 75k goal—I should be there tonight or tomorrow at the worst, but the beast isn’t finished yet. It seems I’m really crap at estimating the length of my works. Now I hope that by 80k I can call it a quit, since I know myself well enough now, and if left to my own devices, I’ll add ten more plot twists to the whole thing, just because I have too many ideas spring to mind, once I’m within my rut.

It’s weird, but the period between Christmas and New Year is always a period of “depression” for me. Not in the clinical sense of the word, I’m not sick. Just feeling tired and not motivated about anything, including writing/drawing. I bet this is the downside of the pre-Christmas hype, gifts run, housework, and then spending every day at a different member’s of the family. It’s stressful in its own ways, and as a result, I don’t have much energy left. To be honest, the most productive things I’ve done in the past two days was to install my programs on my laptop, look for UxTheme and a good free PIM software, skin my Windows XP, and play Sudoku.

Ah, but after New Year I have another week of holidays. I hope that I’ll be able to use that time to its full extent, with inspiration and without tiredness. It’d be a shame to waste it!

Y Tags: holidays | writing

Time to change the radio’s contents again. These are a few of the songs and instrumental pieces I’ve gathered to keep me inspired not only during November, but also while preparing the outline, working on the characters, etc.

The novel’s genre is sci-fi with a healthy dose of cyberpunk, so let’s not be too surprised at the choice of songs (even though not all of them will suit fast-paced scenes: I have a few quiet moments in it, too).

This is an intermediary post—no reflexion, nothing really deep, just something to let everyone know that I’m alive and somewhat back.

I wouldn’t have thought that a week-end away would have thrown me so off-balance. My original plan was to depart on Friday morning and be back by Saturday evening. Yes, I spent this time at my parents’, as I previously mentioned; I’ve been living alone or with my boyfriend since I was 18, and it’s a fact that since that time, my relationships with them have grown stronger and better than they were before. I suppos I needed my own space to breathe; now that I have it, we can focus on the important things. It was a great week-end. I’m happy I went back to Colmar. It’s not what whacked me over the head.

Things ended differently due to this damned cold, and I took the train back on Monday morning only, going straight to the office, and only coming home on Monday evening at nearly 8 pm. No need to say, I was really tired, to the point of collapsing in front of the TV and not doing anything else (those who know me well also know that I never spend an evening in front of the TV if I can avoid it; I need at least some dose of more creative juice flowing in before going to bed, even if it’s only through writing a blog entry or an e-mail).

So now I’m trying to get my spirits into gear again, and not take time away from the blog! Because I don’t want to take a break, that is; I just need my brain to be back into its normal, regular strut.

I’ve already started to prepare my next entry for here, and will post it later on tonight… I hope.