As writing goes, I’m fairly srious bzness. Both in the “I hope to someday support myself this way” sense and the “let’s make something challenging and thought-provoking” sense. I mean, it doesn’t take a genius to see that the literary world is falling apart and if I can make something decent and not a complete waste of space, awesome. But there’s only so much blood and guts I can handle at a time. Sometimes you gotta throw everything out the window and start writing a story about robots and dinosaurs who want to fly.
In other words,
"You mean you have other words?" cried the bird happily. "Well, by all means, use them. You're certainly not doing very well with the ones you have now."
I’ve started writing a kid’s book.
Maybe not a “kid’s” book, but certainly a lighthearted story with lots of monsters and rocketships and unfortunate names. We’ll see how it goes. So bear with me, and if I start gazing off and mumbling about astronauts and vanishing mothers, just give me a nudge, okay? Okay.
Also, will someone please stage an intervention to stop me from listening to Boston’s Greatest Hits on repeat? All these air-shredding guitar solos are making it rather difficult to get anything done.
Holy crap, what is that sexy totally-legit looking navigation bar doing here? Hey baby, you come here often? I know this web developer’s place, it’s real out of the way, we can be all alone. I’ll show you my HTML if you show me yours.
So obviously I’ve been working on the site and making it a sexy beast. Check out the new separate pages for Ascend and Noise with long rambling flashbacks to simpler times when I was working on them. Oh, there’s also one for Psychobabble / Palimpsest, which segues into:
No!
P/P had been just Psychobabble for the longest time–ever since I wrote it actually. But years go by and I started trying to work the piece in a different way and I got dissatisfied, which is why I decided to rename it just Palimpsest (the multitude of speech on one parchment, stories overtold and scraped off and hidden and competing over each other) AND THEN. I found someone already wrote a novel called Palimpsest. In 2009.
I wouldn’t be worried if it was some boring old fuddy-duddy from the Cretaceous Era. But it actually looks pretty interesting and it’s mad recent as well. Plus, stepping on other people’s toes ain’t really my thing. So right now it’s just P/P and I might change it later.
In other other news, I went on this cleansing binge starting in the morning where I wiped down my entire bathroom (no bloodsplatters, I promise this time) and continued to tonight where I had this insatiable thirst for water. You know that eight-glasses-a-day adage? Yeah, times about a jillion.
On the other hand, I get to run downstairs every other minute and say “Man, who cleaned up this bathroom? It looks awesome.”
I will probably be making some further adjustments to this site over the next few weeks, but I feel comfortable calling it mostly done. I’ve never put together a site before, so it was quite a learning experience for me. If you find something that looks odd or broken, leave me a comment or drop me a line and I’ll get right on it and maybe buy you a beer or something.
So. Welcome to GRAMMATARIUM, the big brother to my scrappy little LiveJournal I started back when it was actually culturally acceptable to have one. Why the switch? A couple of reasons.
I’ve been doing daily creative writing in my LJ for several years now and wanted to keep that going. However, I also wanted a broader outlet for my other interests. So rather than litter up my LJ with long diatribes about my terribly exciting life and squash my prose between them, I made a separate site.
More flexibility, more control, much more professional.
Seriously. It’s LJ. What am I, twelve?
Thus was born GRAMMATARIUM. I’m hoping that I can document things I do/things I see/things I read with the dignity and vision they deserve rather than shoving everything into the dark slushpile that is my memory. Seriously, every MST3K movie made but not what I ate for lunch yesterday.
(Pizza. I had pizza for lunch yesterday.)
So welcome. Stick around, hear some good stories, make something of your own.
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WHO ARE YOU ANYWAYS
Equal parts cyberpunk geek rogue, time-traveling zombie hunter, and mischievous poet. This is the chronicle of Daniel Wheatley's quest to live brilliantly, tell rather exciting stories, make awesome things, and find a cup of truly terrible coffee.
