April 20th, 2009

Camilla

Wind and Desert and Light

I think what works about horse camp is that it's so different from home. And yet it's not. I don't usually curl up in bed with my coffee in the morning and edit a story, read blogs, check twitter, and listen to blip music. I do all those things at home, just not so comfortably. Sort of like this...


And yes, tax season has left me a little worse for wear. That's why I'm here.

Of course the house does have lots of books and hot and cold running cats...

That's Hillary. He knows me. The kittens are still unsure what my purpose is.

So the sun is up now. I woke in the predawn a bit after 5, which would be my normal day back east. I'm listening to wind chimes and soughing wind that is sounding a lot like waves on the shore. Which is how it sometimes sounds at home, especially in the pines. It's raining back home, though. That's what the Weatherdude said. Half an inch and more. And while I applaud because we need rain very, very much, I'm also happy to be here where there's only blue sky and sharp edges. It's also going to be 90. That's different than back at home.

There's work in the home here. It's a working farm, more work than mine, more need to do chores several times a day. Chickens are more self-sustaining than horses. There's a barn, paddock, rabbits, birds. There's writing to be done. There's coffee and Judy buys fresh eggs just for me.

And wind. So much wind. I like wind. Blows the cobwebs out, acts as white noise. I need more wind in my stories. Which reminds me. I'm procrastinating. I still don't much like the editing process.

Frog Out
E scores!

We Shall Call This Official

For the past month, there has been a flap on twitter about someone who tweeted in the style of Christopher Walken, the actor. He wasn't Christopher Walken. But it didn't make the tweets any less, as far as I was concerned. But apparently it did to Twitter. They shut down the account "cwalken." It revived for a few hours before going down again.

Since then, I have followed: Clusterflock, Trelvix, NOTcwalken (aka CaptKoons), ClusterWalken, FormerlyCWalken, and FakeWalken. I have at times been followed by some of the above. Following and being followed became quite dizzying and I decided to wait and see what personality emerged from this mess in the end.

It appears we finally have some winners. Trelvix was never really in this mess, except that there is a very serious claim that he is the actual author of the original cwalken account. Could be. I like his tweets, whether he is or not. Other than that, we have FormerlyCWalken with 75k followers and NOTcwalken in the running. NOTcwalken has actually posted on a blogger account FAQs that he is not CWalken and only started (as CaptKoons) to try and keep the whole thing going. His tweets are serious attempts to match the actor's voice, with some degree of success.

Tonight, FormerlyCWalken seems to have come out the winner, for my reading. The old tweets that I enjoyed so much are up at this twitter account, the best of them. New ones are in the style. It's not an easy style to imitate, either.

And again, all of this is an acquired taste. For me, as a writer, it's poetry. And if the rumors are correct (FormerlyCWalken is saying it's true), then the author was at one time the editor of elimae, an electronic literary magazine that contains some very fine work.

But I don't think I'll unfriend my other Walken imitators just yet. They might be needed. Twitter is a strange beast.

Frog Out


Edited to add:

Friend NOTcwalken in comments correctly pointed out some things. I messed up in my final paras and put his twitter handle when I should have typed FormerlyCWalken. See? It's all been most confusing.
Camilla

More Camp

Oh my it's hot. Swamp coolers are neat, though. The Dude says when you have a 50 degree swing in dew temps, it's amazing what a little water can do. Ok. I sort of get it. He was concerned about using water, though. The nights are lovely. We were out in the heat and iced black tea was needed as a restorative. Dinner's cooking, smells lovely. And I didn't do a thing. I'm lazy.

Speaking of lazy, I wish this thing would just edit itself. Ir wants to be 3k, clearly. No matter what I change, it stays at that length. Every time I take editorial musings out, I flesh out scenes and balance the cuts. As my stories go, it feels "simple." And I'm not sure how I feel about that. I usually have layers and layers and layers and this story doesn't have that. It's a straight-forward expression of anger that came pouring out of me in a rush. Now that I've cooled from that anger and look at it dispassionately, I still see it as a whole narrative.

Kittens are beginning to like me.

That's Trouble, sleeping on Judy's writing couch. (We're sort of like some Greek symposium here, lolling about with computers on couches while naked male slaves feed us peeled grapes.)

And this large young blood is Genghis. Hard to get him to sit still long enough for a photo.


Anyway, yummy dinner as always and Jamaican Banana Bread to finish. Lime and rum on top. Piquant. And lots of yapping about process. Lots.

Frog Out