(Man, it's cold in here after the heat's been turned down all day!) Well, It's done. It's been done for several days, in fact. The "National Novel Writing Month" 50,000 word challenge! I made it, and with about 700 or so words to spare. It's by no means "finished" of course-- now it shall require… Continue reading NaNoWriMo
Category: writing | reading
Oy!
Well, the folks at National Novel Writing Month weren't kidding when they said it's hard to catch up once you get behind! I'm over 3.000 words behind now, and by tomorrow even more! I have to write tonight! It's one-third through the months and I'm nowhere near one-third to 50,000 words. ::sigh:: But first, dinner...
an excerpt…
From the book in progress. It's entirely likely that this, along with mush of the rest of it, will be re-written once the first draft has been completed. She continued, “They were printed with blank pages at each end, and it was on these that family trees were recorded. Many people also kept their most… Continue reading an excerpt…
a winter morning, little heat.
Morning, and the spaces between Snooze: Favorite time of Dreamers and Alarm Resistors! Those brief, eternal windows between aural attacks that hold the magic beans of middle sleep, making all worlds accessible. Visitations to the ever that stretch on longer than the whole night, and make it feel as though it had been wasted on… Continue reading a winter morning, little heat.
strange sleep.
Wallet lost in a mall. Twice. Some sort of expedition: the others who came along shifted, as situations in dreams are wont to do. An icy canoe-paddling approach to a grand shopping mall whose edges were lapped with icy water- some sort of Native American Experience tour tied into the Modern American Consumer Experience- aghast!… Continue reading strange sleep.
dream:
In which my family were living back in the house at San Doris Circle, which was much changed. My mother had a militant and energetic little black dog of a breed called a Fire Terrier*, as well as two huskies-- the inimitable Bo (free of leg problems in the dream) and an elderly Chinook. Add… Continue reading dream:
the aural backlash, and lost photographs
speaking of dreamlike images taken with a holga... As I mentioned, I awoke (awakened? the usage of words of or relating to waking are enigmatic to me; perhaps to most...) with a head cold; not too bad, mild congestion and that space-brain sensation. So I took good care of myself all week so far. Yesterday… Continue reading the aural backlash, and lost photographs
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 