Some music is only for your entertainment, some music follow a certain genre, some music is only there for the sake of music, and most music is only about 4 minutes long. This one is none of that. 4 minutes in, and it hasn’t even begin yet. By the times it does, it’ll be like your soul is taking a dip into another world.
Not for everybody, I suppose.
LitLift is an online novel organization application, sort of like Scrivener or yWriter. It boast itself as “a dead simple online novel writing application for writers looking to make the most of their limited writing time.”
Dead simple, or simply dead? The site is still running, and I still use it. It hasn’t been updated in ages, its blog button still link to its Posterous blog, which is dead, and hasn’t even been updated for over two years even when it’s still on.
The creator seems to still be alive, though, and earlier this month promised some kind of update by June 13. It hasn’t happened yet, but… I don’t know.
I’m kind of worried here. LitLift is very useful, and I find it much better for my own use than more complex programs like yWriter or Scrivener. I just hope it’s not taking the same dip that Posterous was on.
The point is, alone, with music. There’s so many more layers to it than a catchy beat, and you really have to listen to enjoy all of it. Music can’t be background noise. Driving has to be the background noise. The activity is music.
I’m not even beating it, not even trying to get over or around it. When it came up, I just opened Firefox and browsed a bit. Or played a game. Or read a book. Or something. Anything but confronting it.
This can’t be good, can it?
And yet at night, I couldn’t sleep thinking of how the story’s going to go.
Book review of… oh, who am I kidding? Opinion piece of: American Gods, a novel by Neil Gaiman
It’s an old book, I just noticed. From 2001. Funny. When did 2001 become over a decade ago?
American Gods is, by all means, not a bad book. No, far from it. It’s a terrific book, exemplary. But still, it has this… bad, no, not bad. A certain kind of vibe.
American Gods is, by all means, not a bad book. Neither is it a good book. Frankly with something like this one, the notion of good book or bad book just get thrown out of the window. It is a terrible, horrific, beautiful little piece of something awful, which I will still take with me to my bed and regret doing it all the same.
The story begins like this: Continue reading “Dark as Night, Sweet as Sin”