Well, my notebook is all crap and I wait more or less patiently for christmas and then I'm going to rip all that beautiful paper off my new one and then I hug it and call it mine and it shall me mine alone.
It's not that my old one isn't working at all but it is having disturbing weak moments... I had to kill the old system and play it on anew so the performance got at least somewhat stable again.
And thinking of the fact that all the pc-problems got worse when I tried to paint digitally I didn't reinstall any graphic programms. Which leaves all my started projects sadly unattended. And Christmas isn't far away so I have other things to do, too.
Speaking of other things, I had some stupid plot idea and was coaxed into writing again but I noticed it isn't going to be that easy. First, I didn't write anything of greater meaning since 2007. That makes 3 years of writing absence (in German language mind you!). And during this period I started to read a lot in English... so I sat down, I tried to write in German, it wasn't working. I skipped to English, that worked somehow but not satisfying either. The problem is that I know what I want to write but the perfect way to express it changes the language from one sentence to the other.
So I read my old stories and had some fun. After 3 years not looking at them it was nearly like reading a story I hadn't written myself.
Don't know right now but eventually I try to translate my two favorite stories into English... and begin writing again...
Well, the new year will be interesting!
Have a good time.
Greetings,
Sturmi










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