blackhandruby

So I finally got Photoshop CS3, and I love it. It doesn't seem that different from CS2, but I do like it a lot. So busy lately that it's not even funny! When I'm not rehearsing or somewhere playing gigs, there's school stuff etc. But I did eventually get around to being a little devious.

I think if you're a writer, a certain amount of masochism is definitely part of the mix (among many other things.) Because right now, after months of plotting and twisting and backwards-justifying of strange events, I have reached what feels like a dead end in my Work-in-Progress, and still I can't stop thinking about it. Which can really drive aynone nuts. You go through the whole "Is it any good, though?" and "But, isn't the whole story so far, you know, crap...basically?" and then you listen to the chorus of reassuring voices you have tucked away somewhere in a dark corner of your mind for just such an occasion, but there remains, of cou

What a nice Saturday. I got up early and went shopping with my mother, finding nice curtains, some cushions for my couch and a new kitchen floor - all sort of in my budget. Now I can delve into another hour or two of reading - The Dark Tower III (The Waste Lands). Yay! I got halfway through the book only last evening, so it's quite frightening to think that parts III and IV will probably not last till next weekend. I'm already dreading the day I read the last word on the last page in the last book. Then I'll be facing some kind of terrible void that nothing can fill. Nothing can ever recreate that magnificent feeling of reading it all for th