And those who know me well may now be thinking, ah, yes, she must have gotten her back fixed today. And this is the case, and it is good, and perhaps now I will be able to write a bit more of this book rather than kicking petulantly at the already-written bits and growling, "That never happened." It's not that I'm wrong when I come up with stuff like that; usually the thing I'm growling at really did never happen. (That's exactly how it feels in my head: apparently there are distinctions in the way things never happened. Some of them never happened in the sense of being fictional, which is not a lot of handicap. But some never happened in the sense of being wrong, untrue, and a book can sink under that weight.) No, it's not that I'm wrong in this mood. It's that I'm so unpleasant about it. It's not a good deal more fun to be unpleasant to myself than to be unpleasant to other people, so I'm glad to stop, and to get on with the midwinter frenzy of Making Things. Books and short stories and polenta experiments and possibly truffles, depending on how the night goes. Things! Where before there were merely bits of things! This is very fine.
Dualism
And those who know me well may now be thinking, ah, yes, she must have gotten her back fixed today. And this is the case, and it is good, and perhaps now I will be able to write a bit more of this book rather than kicking petulantly at the already-written bits and growling, "That never happened." It's not that I'm wrong when I come up with stuff like that; usually the thing I'm growling at really did never happen. (That's exactly how it feels in my head: apparently there are distinctions in the way things never happened. Some of them never happened in the sense of being fictional, which is not a lot of handicap. But some never happened in the sense of being wrong, untrue, and a book can sink under that weight.) No, it's not that I'm wrong in this mood. It's that I'm so unpleasant about it. It's not a good deal more fun to be unpleasant to myself than to be unpleasant to other people, so I'm glad to stop, and to get on with the midwinter frenzy of Making Things. Books and short stories and polenta experiments and possibly truffles, depending on how the night goes. Things! Where before there were merely bits of things! This is very fine.
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trying to grow back some girl
So I knew I was exhausted when I was trying to write some SF and come up with a planet name. "New!" I said to myself. "Planets can be New something!…
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Sometimes just too Scandosotan for my own good
I'm reading a history of the papacy, and I keep having two problems: 1. I keep thinking "Viterbo" is a misprint for "Ytterbo." 2. I keep forgetting…
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quitting
Today I gave up on a thing I was trying to make the vertigo go away or be easier to deal with. It did not do that. It had been two months of trying.…
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