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420 Writing Log 01
Apr. 14th, 2020 10:36 amI haven't seen anyone making jokes about April 2020, so I guess this is my responsibility now. Blaze it, friends. Every day.
If the recent surge of views and kudos on some of my smuttier fic on AO3 is anything to go by, I know that some people are rediscovering the joys of pornography while they're stuck inside, but I personally keep fantasizing about all the restaurant food I can't eat. I've been compulsively listening to old episodes of the podcast My Brother, My Brother and Me and getting really turned on by their "Munch Squad" segments, which is when they read terrible press releases from the "quick service food industry." I'm starting to think that I would literally kill a man for some (totally not poisonous) KFC donuts and a (definitely not ill-advised) Taco Bell triple chalupa. Seriously, I've been indulging in extended and elaborate delusions about how maybe Waffle House is secretly open after midnight, like, a Roaring Twenties Prohibition Waffle House.
What I'm trying to say is that I have zero ability to focus or concentrate. Thankfully, my guiding principle hasn't changed: If at first you don't succeed, lower your standards of success. I've therefore decided to keep a daily writing log to celebrate small victories until I can get my shit together (or a reasonable facsimile thereof). Here goes:
- I double-checked the submission guidelines for Samovar. They say their next reading period is going to be in June, but their previous reading period was in March and they haven't published a new issue since November. I'm guessing the editors have other things to worry about right now. In any case, the magazine requests a copy of the original-language version of the submitted translation, although they say it's not necessary. Since it would take too long to scan the entire story I've translated, and since the size of that scanned file would be enormous even after compression, I think I'm going to say in my cover letter that I'll send the original language version if they're interested and once I have access to a photocopier again.
- Instead of posting Chapter 33 of Malice, I wrote another page of it. Fuck me, but I'm probably going to write yet another page of it later today.
- I don't think it's possible to "beat" Animal Crossing, but I fulfilled the conditions to get to the credit roll, which I watched yesterday morning. It was very sweet, and I ugly-cried for five minutes straight. Having thus arrived at the limits of linear time, I will now engage in time travel.
If the recent surge of views and kudos on some of my smuttier fic on AO3 is anything to go by, I know that some people are rediscovering the joys of pornography while they're stuck inside, but I personally keep fantasizing about all the restaurant food I can't eat. I've been compulsively listening to old episodes of the podcast My Brother, My Brother and Me and getting really turned on by their "Munch Squad" segments, which is when they read terrible press releases from the "quick service food industry." I'm starting to think that I would literally kill a man for some (totally not poisonous) KFC donuts and a (definitely not ill-advised) Taco Bell triple chalupa. Seriously, I've been indulging in extended and elaborate delusions about how maybe Waffle House is secretly open after midnight, like, a Roaring Twenties Prohibition Waffle House.
What I'm trying to say is that I have zero ability to focus or concentrate. Thankfully, my guiding principle hasn't changed: If at first you don't succeed, lower your standards of success. I've therefore decided to keep a daily writing log to celebrate small victories until I can get my shit together (or a reasonable facsimile thereof). Here goes:
- I double-checked the submission guidelines for Samovar. They say their next reading period is going to be in June, but their previous reading period was in March and they haven't published a new issue since November. I'm guessing the editors have other things to worry about right now. In any case, the magazine requests a copy of the original-language version of the submitted translation, although they say it's not necessary. Since it would take too long to scan the entire story I've translated, and since the size of that scanned file would be enormous even after compression, I think I'm going to say in my cover letter that I'll send the original language version if they're interested and once I have access to a photocopier again.
- Instead of posting Chapter 33 of Malice, I wrote another page of it. Fuck me, but I'm probably going to write yet another page of it later today.
- I don't think it's possible to "beat" Animal Crossing, but I fulfilled the conditions to get to the credit roll, which I watched yesterday morning. It was very sweet, and I ugly-cried for five minutes straight. Having thus arrived at the limits of linear time, I will now engage in time travel.
