May 5th, 2008

wicked fairy bowie

looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch you're out of luck

I opened "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood" today and poked it, wrote two sentences and closed it again. Not ripe yet. Really need a little more time for the well to refill, apparently.

Well, it'll start pushing on me sooner or later, and if it doesn't, I'll go in after it with a cudgel. For the interim, I have only one challenge level left to beat on Peggle and I will have finished the game, and apparently that's exactly the level of intellectual complexity I am capable of right now.

I think I need to stop taking short fiction assignments for a while, and maybe just work on short stuff that I feel like writing. I'm getting plumb wore out, is what.
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    Crooked Still - Orphan Girl
sf doctor who meant to be?

Book Report #96: Alice Hoffman, the Foretelling

A YA novel about a young girl who is fated to grow up Queen of the Amazons. Lyrically written in fragments, a kind of mosaic told in first person. It has just a few absolutely perfect sentences in it, and there can never be too many perfect sentences in the world.

It's dreamlike and mythical rather than grounded and historical, and I enjoyed it a great deal.
spies steed horseback


It happens that I wrote words today. 114 of them.

Turns out that the scene I've been waiting for for the past three days wasn't a scene at all, but a transition.


Now I have to figure out what the next scene does.