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May 27, 2009

Unfettered

"In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars." --Madeleine L'Engle

Thanks to Isaac from my writing group and NaNo.

I think I might have forgotten a plot point for Red Skirts. But I thought of another one--or maybe it's the same one--so hopefully I'll end up in the same place. Better remember it this time...

Still looking for a house, yes. Here's hoping.


reading  MythOS, Kelly McCullough
file under: art , dreams , writings

May 24, 2009

something learned

More pithiness from Neil Gaiman. Gotta reread American Gods sometime.

...I saved the document on the computer, and I realised I'd finished writing a book.

I wondered what I'd learned, and found myself remembering something Gene Wolfe had told me, six months earlier. "You never learn how to write a novel," he said. "You just learn how to write the novel that you're writing."

This housing search has really put a crimp in my reading and writing schedule. I've only read 4 books this month so far, and I don't think I've done any writing at all. I know I had some ideas, though...hopefully they'll wait until figure out my living situation. And when I have a house...maybe I'll have a dedicated writing room. Here's hoping.


reading  Tales of Dark Fantasy, from Subterranean Press
file under: writings

May 15, 2009

Six

Huzzah! Today is my six-year anniversary of starting work at WUMS. One more year and my kids can go to WU for free. My non-existent, not-even-a-twinkle-in-my-eye kids. One day, mom, one day you'll be a grandmother.

Also: househunting is an exercise in frustration. The hopeful-excited/dejected-disappointed cycle is NOT COOL. Do not want. But I need a place to live and I want that place to be my own, so to the hunt we go.

Thirdly, if you are in want of something to do this weekend, stop by the Kirkwood Festival of Food and Flowers, and see Artists in Bloom, one of which will be my mother. It's located right across from the Kirkwood City Hall, just a short walk from the Amtrak station, and buddied up with a farmer's market. Also, Dewey's Pizza is just up the street. You can't lose. Hope to see you around!

listening to  Streets Have No Name, Vanessa Carlton
reading  Middlemarch, George Eliot
file under: reallife , working