One would think, skimming the scant content of this journal, that I don't write very much. Rather, I don't write *here* very much, as here is supposed to be pseudo-professional. (I prefer to keep my fan-squeeing and other acts of temporary insanity in the comfort of my fannish journal.)
Appearances are what they are, though, and the words still happen. They just happen elsewhere, or in conversation with my spouse, or in the privacy of my own head. I'm not one to focus on word count -- for me that is one of the fastest creativity killers.
I am plotting two or three stories, but still lacking a comfortable place for transcribing them -- by which I mean the physical technology and software comfort, not a space to sit. I still don't know what to do about replacing my Macbook. Netbook screens are just *that* much too small, and my "work" Acer is too big. Dilemma. I have a (paper) notebook full of scribblings and nowhere I *want* to type them.
If Liquid Story Binder was more like Scrivener, maybe I could adapt. There'd still be the screen size issue, but at least the software hurdle would be overcome. Meanwhile, I stall.
Appearances are what they are, though, and the words still happen. They just happen elsewhere, or in conversation with my spouse, or in the privacy of my own head. I'm not one to focus on word count -- for me that is one of the fastest creativity killers.
I am plotting two or three stories, but still lacking a comfortable place for transcribing them -- by which I mean the physical technology and software comfort, not a space to sit. I still don't know what to do about replacing my Macbook. Netbook screens are just *that* much too small, and my "work" Acer is too big. Dilemma. I have a (paper) notebook full of scribblings and nowhere I *want* to type them.
If Liquid Story Binder was more like Scrivener, maybe I could adapt. There'd still be the screen size issue, but at least the software hurdle would be overcome. Meanwhile, I stall.