Before I put fingers to keyboard, I knew this post would be a little unfocused, probably because I am. But, I’ll spare you the reasons why and just move on to the meandering.
I finished the first draft of my potential candidate for the Writer’s Digest competition. I never thought I’d write a vampire story, but I did. I tend to be of the opinion that the vampire angle is generally played out. Whether I put a fresh spin on it or just convinced myself I did is yet to be decided.
My mind kept messing with me today, dredging up childhood memories to put into the story, not letting me let go of the issues dogging my heels. True to my twisted nature, though, I feel those bits made it a more solid story. I’ve discussed this tendency of mine in my other (long out of use) blog on MySpace, and I promised not to repeat content, so, I’ll let that topic slide.
I usually can’t write with music on. I’m one of those people who can do one thing at a time. I can walk and chew gum, but other than that, I’m pretty much useless in the multitasking department. But, today I started playing my I-tunes playlist as I wandered around the house, and couldn’t bring myself to shut it off. So, I wrote with Vast, Sentenced, Poison Black, Tapping the Vein, Depeche Mode and Paradise Lost for company. Yeah, I was in a goth-y mood.
The other thought that’s been plaguing my mind has nothing to do with the above. It has to do with our local news station and their commercial encouraging viewers to snap photos or take video of “news.” They’re actually encouraging idiots to stand in front of someone’s burning house or car accident and take pictures for them! I’ve already expressed my lack of enthusiasm for journalism as a whole, but this goes beyond obnoxious and right into sleazy. I can’t imagine watching my house burn down and see some jackass with a camera phone taking shots of it. And those that would do it? The worst of humanity.
Alright. I’m gonna go have some wine before my pissy mood leaks all over the Internet and causes some sort of massive crash.
Here’s a video for a song that makes me want to break things (more than I already do). It’s Get Your Body Beat, by Combichrist. If you ever get a chance to see them live — DO IT! They’re amazing and the drummers alone will make you feel exhausted just by watching them. I got to see them open for KMFDM at Sonar in Baltimore. That was the night I was almost squashed to death against the barrier (I was stupid enough to be up front) and some fool put his cigarette out on my shoulder. But, a night with no combat boots to the head is always counted as a winner.