Projects and Such
I haven't properly written in over a week! Shameful!
I wrote some emails — even a few creative ones — but it's never quite enough.
Anywho, Rudolph Strategies is coming along slowly but surely. I've spent the last few weeks discovering websites where I can create some kind of professional profile: thumbtack.com for example. I've connected with a few people — but no jobs yet.
I've also been working on learning videos. That's a slow but fun project. I started reading one of my stories. I simply took a stock video and plopped my audio onto it. The first sample was meh. I mean, I liked the audio. (I'm slowly getting over listening to my own voice on playback.) But it felt kinda arbitrary, possibly even more boring than my face. I'm gonna redo Chapter 1 with just me reading it like story time with Nathan Rudolph or some such thing. I think it will go better on the whole. We'll see.
What else is going on? I could ramble for a while about miscellaneous things I've been doing, but they seem uninteresting for the moment.
Sort of via the encouragement of a friend, I made a profile on an internet dating website. For the most part, super ultra awkward. I was chatting with another friend who said online dating is at least better than chatting up people at the bar, but I'm not sure I agree. At the bar, you're still meeting real humans with real quirks and real stories. Online, you often encounter this vague nebula of nondescript vagueness.
We'll see how it goes.
In other news, can people get sick without knowing it? Like a generic sick? I haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks, nothing fancy. However, last week especially, I was ultra tired. I went to bed and woke up every day feeling horribly sluggish. I went to bed late last night and woke up at a normal hour today. I feel tired, but I don't feel like a brain-dead slug. I didn't change my diet, my sleeping habits, or any other habits really, but there's this striking difference between tired and brain-dead slug.
Who knows.
Poetry! I need to write so many poetry. So many much. No no no. I need to write so many much stories, but I've been avoiding reaching out to some publishing companies/agents because HOW DO YOU KNOW IF THEY ARE LEGIT? I'm probably just being paranoid, but stealing intellectual property is a thing, and I don't want to have my thingies stolen.
Wellllllll, with all that being said, I should go write session notes so that I can avoid contacting agents some more.
Peace out.
I wrote some emails — even a few creative ones — but it's never quite enough.
Anywho, Rudolph Strategies is coming along slowly but surely. I've spent the last few weeks discovering websites where I can create some kind of professional profile: thumbtack.com for example. I've connected with a few people — but no jobs yet.
I've also been working on learning videos. That's a slow but fun project. I started reading one of my stories. I simply took a stock video and plopped my audio onto it. The first sample was meh. I mean, I liked the audio. (I'm slowly getting over listening to my own voice on playback.) But it felt kinda arbitrary, possibly even more boring than my face. I'm gonna redo Chapter 1 with just me reading it like story time with Nathan Rudolph or some such thing. I think it will go better on the whole. We'll see.
What else is going on? I could ramble for a while about miscellaneous things I've been doing, but they seem uninteresting for the moment.
Sort of via the encouragement of a friend, I made a profile on an internet dating website. For the most part, super ultra awkward. I was chatting with another friend who said online dating is at least better than chatting up people at the bar, but I'm not sure I agree. At the bar, you're still meeting real humans with real quirks and real stories. Online, you often encounter this vague nebula of nondescript vagueness.
We'll see how it goes.
In other news, can people get sick without knowing it? Like a generic sick? I haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks, nothing fancy. However, last week especially, I was ultra tired. I went to bed and woke up every day feeling horribly sluggish. I went to bed late last night and woke up at a normal hour today. I feel tired, but I don't feel like a brain-dead slug. I didn't change my diet, my sleeping habits, or any other habits really, but there's this striking difference between tired and brain-dead slug.
Who knows.
Poetry! I need to write so many poetry. So many much. No no no. I need to write so many much stories, but I've been avoiding reaching out to some publishing companies/agents because HOW DO YOU KNOW IF THEY ARE LEGIT? I'm probably just being paranoid, but stealing intellectual property is a thing, and I don't want to have my thingies stolen.
Wellllllll, with all that being said, I should go write session notes so that I can avoid contacting agents some more.
Peace out.
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