The Inspiration Factory

Recently (and by recently here I mean this morning) I have decided that Stumbleupon really is the greatest invention ever for a web browser. Set your preferences and away you go. This morning it stumbled me to a site that told me that Keanu Reaves is immortal, which obviously made me laugh. But it also pushed my "Inspiration Factory" into overdrive. What would someone who was immortal actually do? What would they think? Would they still crave never-ending knowledge? These questions, of course, start my mind making storied, weaving them out of curiosity. I guess that's what most writers do after all. The thing is that for there to be a story there has to be an incident that would be considered out of the ordinary.

With me, out of the ordinary is something that means so out of the way of the character that it is considered unbelievable. I suppose this could be why I tend to write fantasy, because a car crash just doesn't seem like enough. Anyone can crash a car, but who can step through a mirror? Who can fall through the floor and end up in a completely different world?

Still, I wouldn't make the assumption that anything but fantasy was boring, because I'll read almost anything, but my own characters need something extra special to be tested to their zenith.

At the moment there are several stories itching to get themselves on paper. As yet though I'm not ready to start writing them. Soon, though, soon. My head is floating on several other projects at the same time, all of the creative ilk, all trying to take preference.

I'm also working for chaos gloves for my monk at the same time, although that's mainly when I have the drive to do so or when Mark is online. Of course I am slightly dreading when we start playing Starcraft two together, I don't want my monk skills to become dulled, I don't want Mark or I to get addicted, I don't want to neglect my Uni work. Yet here I am, neglecting everything at once because I'm just inspired from everywhere at once.

The Inspiration Factory seems to be going haywire and the longing to sit and do nothing is blowing everything out of proportion and becoming the one thing I must do. Oh well, I'll get there.

Other than that there's just the router in my immediate thoughts. It's not playing up much, perhaps a little slow, but it seems to be getting used to the load I'll put it under. Still, I would dearly love to cable this entire house so that we could go on the Internet with no problems at all, without even needing the wireless. I could do it to, if I had the tools. I'm not sure my dad or mum would agree. But once I move out I think I'll give up with this wireless bullshit and just wire everything in, I have enough skill to make the cables anyway.

That's it for now readers.