Not an End, but a New Beginning.

It always amazes me how quickly a computer can snowball.  Now that the machine is getting closer to being fully operational once more, I look forward to wrapping up the latest chapter of Ernest Demon. 

Back to the Keys.

Best at Night.

So it would seem...  Another draft this time for the sandbox arc is complete.  Ernest Demon is progressing at it's usual pace. 

I'm sure at some point there will be better integration... and hopefully in the future any free-content that might be made on some form of schedule can be done ahead of time and then released automatically...

But that's far ahead.  Next segment should be done soon as the bones are finished. 

More to come.  More to come.

Another late night. It's what we do.

So I should've been in bed hours ago.  Ah well. 

Progress has been a bit slow on the latest chapter.  You know how when an artist gets distracted and spends several hours or days just drawing a random thing?  Well writers can get like that too. 

Messing around with web tools, studying and dealing with the challenges of life ...  It's a busy life.

Work on the next chapter is progressing a bit slowly.  But a lot of research for other projects have succeeded well enough.  So it's a bit of a fair trade... I guess?

Right well, time to see how much sleep I can get.  Or more like how much of my day will be eaten by sleep.

Piano

When my fingers touch the keys,
they know not where to go.
Though the heart hears the song,
my hands don't move.

I can imagine what it is,
that I wish to play.
But the fingers are still,
quivering,
silent they stay.

If I let them wander,
they truly do.
Not like jazz,
or off waltz tune.

They meander and explore,
like the body of a new lover.
Questing for that which is desired.
Occasionally a tune,
but it rarely transpires.

When my fingers touch the keys,
those black and white windows
to a world of chords and minstrels,
they pause,
Perhaps in awe
or respect.

For those who have come,
And that which has yet.

Notes on Progress.

The last couple of months have been rough.  I now have some time to get back on the ernest demon blog project...  Between me and Suizo, we've been trying to figure out a lot of things dealing with company construction and where the blog project will eventually go.  Though it would be nice to think that we could live off of just posting, reality states we need to consider a lot of things before such an exciting adventure can really get off.  And feed us.

That aside, revision of bones for chapter 6 is in place...  A major concern right now is lack of an illustrator... I'm not the greatest artist out there, but I would like to have illustrations for the story character page.  I'm starting to consider sucking it up and drawing them out anyways... 

We're approaching the development with small steps and goals we know we can achieve that will lead to improvements and bigger goals later.  The fact that we even got to chapter 5 in relative order still amazes me.  It's messy (well the blog is anyways).  It's bare (definitely needs more work).  And all this deja-vu isn't helping either... But it's being worked on.

Be Strong. The Weather will Change.

This plate of misery.  With fork and knife. 

Eat.  To save another life. 

From the weight that company would have to take. 

Putting on a brave face. 

Leave no crumb, not a trace.

These are the pains which take, all the joy that makes, me human.

The Rain is not sad when it comes. The Rain doesn't cry happiness fun.
The Rain comes. The Rain goes. And the ground sprouts anew, for Life's show.

Refreshing Sunlight.

The blue sky finally came out.  So I continued on my journey in high spirits.  Though I love the rain and those cloudy days, the recent struggles have made them heavy.  Even the nymphs were absent on those gray covered paths.  Leaving only the shadowed reaper standing watch in the grass. 

But now the sun is out.  And the blue sea in the sky has broken through the fluff layer.  It's refreshing to see that old friend again.  He was gone a long time. 

A whisper on the wind reminded me of a simple ritual that I had been forgetting.  I pulled out list of crumpled half forgotten things to do.  And realized that I never checked off a success or two.  Standing there on the dew covered path, I checked off a huge success.  It was a cause for celebration. 

Danced in the light.  Still alive.

Keep feeling fascination...

How do I respond?

Knowing doesn't make the hurt go away. 
It just gives a face to the hurt as the wound still bleeds. 
Logic's cold ice, the evening is filled with,
less misery.
The pain is there.
To be embraced.
So that the healing can happen.
And life turns to the next page.

Confused no longer.
Clarity is all there.
She found a new lover.
I wonder if I'll ever get there.

The writing makes it.
The writing makes it-
The writing...

- In response to reading Oates' "The Lady with the Pet Dog "& Chekov's "The Lady with the Dog."
And to some of life's odd mysteries...

Read the middle at the top.

Healing.

On the road to power there is a paradoxal warning:
There will always be someone stronger.
Not today.  Not tomorrow.
But they will come.

As all great things must come to pass.
You'll get over this trail of broken glass.
Though it will cost many coins in tears.
Life does not end here.

Though it may be lonely to share
in Atlas's grief,
holding up the world on bare shoulders,
is only momentary.

Today.  Tomorrow.
It may never come.
But Right Now is here.

Even if all this world,
was just an illusion of touch and go...
The memory was lived.

Now forever different.

- Sunday, March 20, 2011 at 3:47am

Another moment where over-reaching goals meet pragmatism.

Yes it's been a while.  Of course much as gone on.  This isn't exactly a diary so I'll spare the personal details.  Writing wise the Ernest Demon project has developed to it's 5th chapter!  And the blog now looks better than ever before.  We have learned new tricks, got new web tools in and got to the 5th chapter.

Chapter 6 is on the drawing board.  It's 'bones' - or the basic frame work is on display for both me and Suizo to examine.  Right now it's missing a few pieces and needs to go through several phases of drafting.

Lately I've found the need to take a break and do other things.  Returning to this project soon.

How did the journey through the steam engine romantic lands go?  Well.  It didn't go far.  Got to the boarder and was shot down by bad weather.  Then struggled with spoiled rations as I traveled through the inhospitable mountains.  Overhead, the war continued as normal and your ever friendly neighborhood air pirates were busy devouring the scraps.

Needless to say, my stay was short.

After passing through I was struck with a severe bout of sickness.  Though chapter 5 was completed between the swings of recovery and illness, I fear that the pattern will continue for some time...  Thankfully it's not Malaria.

Met a Bard at a tavern.  He talked over his tankard about the stories he, and other odd characters survived through attempts to enjoy some adventuring.  Tough life that.

Plan to continue my journey through life and see about penning down a few particular tales that have been on the back burner and need to be worked on.  Right now the crossroads show a plethora of cards, all requesting attention.  Like a conductor, I hope to bring order to their babble and create music.


As for the day of Hearts which has come to pass.
Eat hardy your black noodles.
And share your chocolate kisses.
Today another impossible list,
Has nearly been finished.
Tomorrow will roll over
And bring new repetition.

- Pensmith