Scribe

I watched some of the VMAs last night. Yawn. If the highlight is Britney and Xtina getting kissed by Madonna, you know it was a snoozer. Pop music is long overdue for someone or something to come along and give it a hard kick in the ass. And it sure as hell ain’t gonna be Justin Timberlake.
I’ve used this metaphor before, but corporate America is turning us all into denizens of a Kafka novel. Read this article written by a guy who bought a Dell notebook. I probably wouldn’t have sent it back, but his point is a good one.
After a brief break while my brother was here, I’ve been trying to get back on my regular writing schedule. My comic book script is coming along well. And the book is making slow but steady progress. I really can’t imagine what I would do without my HeadMaster and keyboard software. When I was in high school and college, I dictated just about everything that I needed to write down. That’s fine for writing papers, but I find that dictating fiction, or even something like this blog, can be awkward. If I was forced to do my creative writing through dictation, I think I would be constantly censoring myself or watching for some kind of reaction from the person doing the transcription. This way, I can keep my insecurities just between me and all of you.