There’s no page that goes without scratchings and scribblings from my red pen so far.

I’ve just printed page 26-50. Onwards and onwards.

Let’s be brutal. Let’s kill my darlings.

So I thought up a new concept tonight, I worked out what I wanted to keep (a couple of plot points) and what to burn (the fucking rest of it). It still needs a crapload of work and I’m sure that at some point I’ll look back on what I’ve written down in my writing journal tonight and laugh my ass off on how everything deviated spectacularly, but that’s okay. That’s how writing goes (and that’s why writers drink, by the way).

Anyway, I’m off to bed because, Ascension Day tomorrow or not, I’m starting to get very incoherent.
Sweet dreams everyone!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwKChPzsggY

I’ve been listening quite a lot to If These Trees Could Talk’s latest album, “Red Forest”. And I love it to bits. I’ve already recced “The Barren Lands Of The Modern Dinosaur”, but that’s just one of the three songs (out of nine) that aren’t just awesome, but brilliant. This is one of the others. ITTCT rocks my world both from a listener and a wannabe musician’s point of view. Because yeah, the guitars, of course. Yeah, the melodies. But did you also have a good listen to the drums? These guys aren’t afraid of some double bass to prove a point. And the bassist? Is also far from idle. Even though I play a (tiny) bit of bass, it doesn’t happen very often that I pay close attention to the bass in a song. With this band, I definitely do. These guys don’t take the easy way out and I love it. It’s a bit heavier than the usual post-rock, but not in an off-putting way (as if it ever could for me, metalhead as I am). Even MetalSucks loves the snot out of them. They call it post-metal, haha. “They walk a blurry line between post-metal, shoegaze and space rock, creating dreamy atmospheres punctuated by shimmery distorted guitars and pocket-driven, laid back yet powerful groove. This band is fantastic, and anyone with an open mind is going to love them.” – that sounds just about right, I think.

If you want to download their stuff, or give them money for it, (I’d go for both– they fucking deserve it), then you can check out their stuff HERE.

Anyway, sorry about all the music stuff lately. It’s all music and writing on my mind the past couple of weeks. But you know…? I love it. It’s full of awesome and I just adore losing myself in it. Not as an escape, because I’m pretty happy in general these days, but as an outlet. Of awesomeness.
So there.

Back then we wrote a bit for our zombie project (3K or something?), and then promptly let it lie for a couple of years. But a couple of weeks ago, in the wake of Fantastels, Brenda decided she wanted to do some more stuff with her writing as well – maybe do storycontests with me. But she needed to practise her Dutch writing some more. So we decided to pick up our zombie project again… and so far it’s going swimmingly well! Together we’re good for 13.5K and the story’s far from done. We’re both taking a point of view and the two MC’s will meet up somewhat later in the story. We also set ourselves the goal to write something every week on Wednesday – that’s our writing night. Easy for me, because Olli is in the jam studio that night and I usually spend Wednesday nights in the bath tub anyway.

We also have a wicked cool Spotify playlist to inspire ourselves. If you’ve got spotify, feel free to join in the fun. It’s a really great playlist, with songs that range from quiet and creepy, to classical/soundtrack, to all-out metal screaming. I love it to bits.

Anyway, tonight was another bout of writing, and I got to write a pretty cool scene that ended with the mother of cliffhangers.  And just when I finished my scene, THIS song came on.

It felt really epic.
Good times, good times.

It started growing on Friday and by Sunday I was uncomfortable (and unable to look up, and unable to sleep on my back) enough to call my GP.

On my appointment on Wednesday he prescribed me penicillin again (god I hate that stuff, it messes up my body like no one’s business… I STILL feel bloated and toilet breaks are still very un-fun) for another week. Thankfully the lump hated it as much as I did and shrunk considerably, enough for the GP to remove the damn thing last week. They stitched it up, and this afternoon they’re going to take the stitch out of my neck… earning me another cool battle scar. Hopefully this one won’t turn as ugly as the one on my arm. On the plus side, though – this one’s on the back of my neck, so my hair will cover it up.

They’re also going to get rid of some additional spots in my neck (I believe they’re called skin tags – just do a google image search on that). Or, if you’re curious and you want to look at something a little less disgusting, THIS picture shows them in my neck, they’re the darker spots.

So when I’m done, my neck should be all pretty again. Anyway, wish me luck. It’s bound to be very uncomfortable. :’)