Brief Notation of Questionable Import
For whatever reason, I managed 12,000 words on my novel today, the first day that I got around to putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys, as the case actually is), and it’s a solid chunk of writing that may not require a whole lot of revision or editing. All told, that jumps me from just under 50K words to nearly 60K, with my end goal being somewhere in the neighborhood of 100,000 words. (You know, the actual length of the blog itself, when I decided to put everything on hiatus?)
That means that, if I can get another four days of similar productivity, I’ll have the novel to the point where I can start editing and revising it into a final form.
The actual likelihood of managing another four days like today is nigh onto impossible, but I like to dream.
Also, the Journey documentary, ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ is well worth the time. It manages to avoid painting Steve Perry as nearly as much of a douche as he likely is, and it does a great job of following Arnel Pineda during his first year with the band. Definitely well worth watching.
On the other hand, the documentary that NetFlix recommends I follow up with, having to do with Rick Springfield? It’s a tad bit creepy. There’s a whole lot of obsessive fan … women. In their fifties. I guess this would be what going to a screening of any Twilight movie would be like, sans any obsessive middle school girls. Or ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, for that matter.
Anyway… The end of the Journey documentary has an interesting notation about how ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ is the highest selling download from the 20th century. And a careful Wikipedia examination shows the truth of this. This is mostly because there is literally no other song from before 2003 that even manages to chart on the list. It’s all due to the final episode of The Sopranos, but I can’t begrudge them that.
I can, however, begrudge Steve Perry for putting one of the song’s characters in Canada, even though he didn’t realize it at the time. Seriously, who does that?
Insofar as gaming goes, the Onyx Path Book of the Wyrm is entering its final hours. I’ve gone on record hating most everything that Onyx Path stands for, and I doubt that this product will suddenly change my thinking. As usual, the stretch goals go towards products that aren’t part of the physical book the Kickstarter is promoting. This time, it’s helping their lucrative t-shirt business (this comes up every single time) and going toward the production of a PDF that they may later produce a physical copy of. Which I would then have to pay for separately. I guess I should be glad that they’re not operating on stretch goals that include ‘if we get this much money, we get more money’ or shit like that, but still…
And in a vague attempt to tie both both NetFlix and RPG’s together, I would offer up the ‘Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries’ series as a solid source for a fairly narrow genre, namely Jazz Era Australia. It would be a great series to watch for background on Call of Cthulhu in general, and Down Under games of that era in specific. It may not be to your specific taste, but it gives a good feel for the sorts of time specific plots and ideas. Communists, trade unionists and Great War veterans all offer local color as the libertine Miss Phryne Fisher solves crimes and mysteries.
That’s all I’ve got for the moment. Here’s hoping for a good day tomorrow, and with any luck things will proceed apace with everything house-related, so I can get back to slightly more normal worries, rather than the ones I’ve been laboring under lately.