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Writing in manic fits.

the creative urge, in its own dastardly ways, has become the spear in my side… the crown of thorns via the critical mind state as i am bleeding wounds into the eyes, the act of the edit defines a labored process of its own, and my instincts won’t let me quit the ultimate expression that is necessary to this creative catharsis… i have almost seemed to abandon the odd scheme of the tentacle penetration scenarios, but with yet another new learning for the trial and tribulation of testing, this new test pattern is incorporating all my stories… utilizing two full decks of tarot cards, as complimentary tools to one another, but in the various multitudes of dualistic forms as representing the twin forces in nature… this is an exercise in characterization, one of my weakest suits in the writing game, but i can begin to make a dent in configuring my characters… this is what i plan on using the tarot decks for, in proxy for the dichotomy of the real that reveals itself slowly, but also as an item with dynamic transference from the imaginary into the revealed… a subtle but powerful re-invigoration of the literary arts, to inject my characters with pronounced traits instead of being personally blanked by the lack of unique quality to my personifications, but this is part of the new challenge to some degree… if it works out well, you could be seeing more finished stories, but i wouldn’t want to intrude on bringing your hopes up on behalf of my work, sometimes you can get lucky if you really try at something different for a change… my new system is rather simple this time, and definitely hits some of my weaknesses hard in the guts, not only utilizing the tarot cards in character development… i have a new timing belt developed for my advantage, instead of giving myself so much shit for being lazy, i have figured out a scheduling orientation that just might suffer the trick… and it is just vague enough, read adjustable, to come up with many different ways to apply the bloated corpse to my haphazard attempts at literary justice… the jurisfiction of other authors’ dreams become something more than themselves as we begin to see them all quite a bit differently now… anyway back to my new system, three “days” of the week are devoted to writing, just writing and no particular slow mulling over the manuscript that could be considered editing… if anything notes just need to be made more frequently, the process of bringing concepts together, and linking them to one another through the connective tissue there somewhere… the next three days are for editing, and can be for any number of the stories that i am working on, so watch out… i do think i will start with the “tentacle-raped” scenarios, and finish those first of the utmost need, with the fairly unpolished ‘Toys’ stories getting some practical attention… on the alternate side of my art, the musical muscle i need to flex more to get better, i am throwing this too into the same system… the first three are practice-oriented days, working more with what i know, and trying until i feel confident in the consistency of the motion and feeling translated… the next three days are constructed around songwriting and composition of mainly my own work, but also for the greater purpose of understanding the work as well, finding it necessary to track the challenges as well as the ideas in order to gradually learn what to do what feels right… the last of the seven day struggle is basically a freedom-to-relish period in the artistic vision, perhaps relaxing with more magical rites in chaos or playing along to the stereo, but there is no limit to what experimental charge can be conceived… this leaves the system open to any definition, and can be as invigorating as the tarot cards, either way inspiration has blessed me and my excitement…

Thanks, khet.