That is my deviantART position

Just need that little push to get it all done, I suppose.

I'm about 80% done with the third part of 'Visions of the Future', which details the life of my character in the distant future of the Matrix Universe. I'm enjoying writing that piece but I'm fairly sure I got carried away during the third part making it too depressing and morbid. When it's typed up from its written state we'll see how it looks, then I can tone it up or down. But nearly there.

Furthermore, I've nearly finished the second part of my Star Wars: The Old Republic character backstory, 'A Path's Beginning'. That, too, is all written up and nearly all typed, as well. Only problem is I don't believe it to be nearly long enough to be ready for submission yet. It doesn't tell enough of the tale to be any more than useless filler (which I despise).

And finally, on the writing front, the second part of 'Find Your Way' has been on the precepice of being finishe for quite some time now. Once again, I just need that tiny little incentive to push it forward and into completion. That said, however, I'm probably going to find it too short too. But we'll see. I'll just be glad to get the three pieces finished. I'm really enjoying writing them all.

The last note about actual work for deviantART is related to the late Matrix Online; I uploaded the piece 'The Endless Void' [link] several days ago and that's the final piece I've done for MxO, and the last in my '>Re: War' collection. Now that my grieving of sorts for MxO has subsided, my desire to continue making graphical work and tying up all my loose ends has subsided somewhat, so I'm in no rush to make anything new.

However, I am thinking about uploading all of my 'War' collection from MxO to deviantART. I'd like certain opinions from you, my followers, about that; both from those of you who have already seen the collection and those who have not. What do you think? Worth it?

Finally, how about me? Not much has been happening in my life during the Summer. Up until two days ago (Wednesday, that is). I had heard that Mr. Eddie Izzard was running a leg of his 1000 mile Marathon through Liverpool then, so a friend and I conspired to go see him and give him our support. We had originally planned to meet him at the ferry dock in town, where he was getting the ferry across from Birkenhead, but by the time we were aware and ready, he was running again.

So, we went to our backup plan; catch up with him. We hopped on our bikes and began our journey. We made very good progress and travelled the 10 miles he travelled in a third of the time he travelled it. By the time he got to Orskirk (about 9 miles from where we started), we were half a mile away from him.

Eventually, we overtook him somehow--we think he stopped for Lunch out of sight--and so waited for him at a pub. Eventually he showed up, shook all of our hands, took a picture with me (in the process of being obtained), signed my boxset (see here [link]) and then thanked us and moved on.

10 miles of riding for 5 minutes of meeting Eddie Izzard; it was more than worth it.

Of course, then we had to ride 10 miles back. So now my arse hurts from a bruised pelvis. But oh well. My Dad was very proud of me, having been an excellent cyclist in his day.

But anyway, I'm running out of things to say; not much has happened beyond me meeting Mr. Izzard, but I'd certainly say that was worthy of a large chunk of this journal. Until next I have something to report, watch this space; I should be uploading all of the new writings during the next two weeks.

Pleasantry,
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A little pun there.

Oops. I meant to update this journal like a fortnight ago, along with the update I posted, but guess what?

I forgot. Fancy that.

But anyway, yes. I'm not actually dead, and this is possibly my shortest recorded deviantART absence. At any rate, I'm still around, and for those of you who know me at the minute or have seen my gallery may know, I'm in a Star Wars mood.

What I've posted is the first part of my character's backstory. Not chronologically, but I was having trouble picking a starting point and, well, the beginning is boring. If my encyclopedic knowledge of Star Wars serves me, the Treaty of Coruscant is 30 years before The Old Republic starts, so at this point we'd be on Tython. That was causing all kinds of nerdy trouble last week trying to figure it out.

That aside, life has been relaxing but, ultimately, dull. I'm getting a lot of reading and writing done, and a lot of hanging around with friends too. In more sad news, the Motherboard on the PC has died (I write this to you from my laptop) and won't be fixed until Tuesday at the latest. So probably Monday, but I'm not holding my breath. The PC hasn't been working properly for a while (2 weeks or so), so I haven't been using it much. But once you know it's going to be fixed you get impatient for its return.

Anyway. Not much more for me to say, to be honest. I'll be uploading the next part of 'A Path's Beginning' within the next week and, if I can find the drafts I have, I might even gets the next part of 'Find Your Way' uploaded. It's not that far from completion, I'm just inherently shit at updating things once I start.

But I digress. 'Till then.

Fluh
- Puh

Back into my routine...

Indeed. I think Find Your Way will be waiting until after my exams, which are at the end of the week. As usual, I'm woefully ill-prepared for them, so I'll be cramming most of the week to remember as much as I can about ... Medieval Literature and ... late Renaissance Literature. Wonders shine upon me.

Other than that, I may seem like I'm in a really cranky mood at the moment, and you'd be half right. I'm always carrying an undertone of happiness, because I'm that sickeningly optimistic, all the time. But my sleeping pattern and body clock have been out of whack due to having no schedule, so I've brute-forced myself back into gear by getting myself out of bed this fine morning at 11am... After going to bed at 4.

I used to live on 6 hours of sleep, or less, and now I find myself struggling with 7. Psh, where's my backbone gone? At any rate, two 8am starts on Thursday and Friday will soon sort me out, I'm sure. After that, who cares, I'm on summer vacation.

Which is the next hurdle... money, and its necessary accrual. There may, apparantly, be a job for me, as some kind of phone answering monkey boy, somewhere. Which is money, no matter how I look at it, so I can't entirely complain. Well, I can. I generally do when I have to do anything that isn't sitting at home playing video games or watching movies. That said, I do hope I get this job and get some money in, I'm notoriously bad at getting myself work. Not that I don't try, I do. But nobody seems to bloody want me. I blame the recession, like most Radio 2 listeners do. But I don't give a shit about Andrew Sachs.

If I were a DJ, I'd totally be suspended for that.

But there we go. Money is possible. My old boss can go to hell for giving me the cold shoulder, which I'm sure I've mentioned at some point in one of my previous rants.

Arrivadeuchi
Peterrisimo

Anniversarys, sacriledge and absolute fiction within.

So. Here we are. 20 years since I popped from my mother's stomach like Alien; because she was too small to drop me from the vulva. Bless.

At any rate, yes. Here we are. I've heard a lot of people ranting on about how scary being 20 is (mostly girls, I must add) who say that hitting 20 is a dangerously depressing milestone in your life. Well bull to that. It's kind of cool. I mean, I'm only one day older than Friday, and the day before that I was 19. Strange how in one second, between and after midnight, you're not a teenager anymore and then suddenly you're 20, in a split-second. It's like you're one year older in that one second. You're not, of course, but it's a fun thing to observe. People don't fret the day, the minute or the second before their birthday, but the second the clock strikes 12, life is one step closer to being over.

As my friend said, I'm not a quarter of the way to being dead. Fun.

At any rate, fun times were had. I went to see Chicago on the Wednesday with my parents and some family friends as a gift, which was excellent, and then we went to lunch on the thursday. A BBQ on the Thursday night with some friends turned into a surprise, and mortifyingly embarrasing, if not heartwarming, party in my honor. Good friends, good times. I've spent the last couple of days with the other half, which is fun. Today, we went to the cinema; which brings me to my next point.

Angels and Demons. Part two of the "people-take-books-too-seriously" trilogy. I, fortunately, haven't read the books, and don't take any of them seriously, and as such I can say I enjoyed the Da Vinci Code, and enjoyed Angels and Demons even more. I love a good old religious conspiracy movie, even if they're fictitious, which the movies and the books are explicitly labelled as being. At any rate; strong cast, entertaining story. I'd definitely go to see it again. You take it as it comes, and I think a lot of people will enjoy it. I can understand not liking the books because they may be badly written, but I could go on and on and really don't want to.

In more depressing news, I have to get 2000 words done for Critical Theory for Friday. I should be able to crank the thing out when I get going, but I just have to start. Eh, maybe tomorrow.

Enjoy yourselves, folks.

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...and branch out? See. It was a two-parter. Thanks for tuning in.

Not much tonight, just brace yourself for a stream of consciousness rant. I'm just randomly musing on the state of my gallery. It's a site for fanboy/girl's eyes, I think. Not that I mind. I'm a bit of a fanboy, which is why the gallery is in the state it's in.

That said, I don't think I'm really doing myself any kind of justice by sticking to just that kind of stuff. There's some work in my gallery: poetry, prose, random stuff, that seems to be appreciated. I don't think what I'm writing is bad. But I don't know whether it's limited...

I don't really know why I'm writing all of this; I must seem full of my own self-importance right now. Not my intention, I swear. I guess I'm thinking out loud. I mean I'm not even touting my own abilities; if there's anybody who'll be first to criticise my work it's me. I just wonder if there's a distinction between the loftiest poet and the 'common' novelist. I'm not saying there is, I'm remarking on what's in my gallery and what isn't.

I know people, people who will be reading this, who write the most astounding verses and original stories, composed from nothing but dirt and dust they have in their mind. I find myself latching constantly onto franchises and universes that already exist. I wonder if there's more I can do, or whether it really is more? I commend their powers of imagination and wonder if mine are up to scratch.

It's a Tuesday night and I have nothing really to do beyond reading for a University Assignment, which I'm dutifully doing, so I find myself writing this journal in the meantime. I'm not in any kind of morale dilemma, I just wonder whether people who frequent my gallery would get anything out of me writing on other subjects; whether it would be better to write an original story if I can, or some poetry with a social conscience. I don't want to seem sanctimonious or, worst of all, naive.

At any rate, I won't be halting Find Your Way. I just feel like making like a tree. It's been a while.

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