Day 1.8: Six and some hours later I have had time to think, and play, and write, and rewrite. Escaping formula, I have begun to recraft an earlier story that seems to be inclined to write itself: it’s a draw and I can feel progress, if in fact that is possible. In its new form it should also lend to a more fluid transformation to digital serialized publication. I hope to have something substantial soon to drop into my page for public viewing.
Background music: 167 tracks of random U2 I compiled for my mp3 machine, on a single disc, and spinning for many hours without repeat.
It sort of feels empty without the tv on. I haven’t gone this long without it for a loooooooong time. Vacations and camps don’t count: it only counts when I am sitting on my living room floor and I can see the black box lurking there, taunting me to turn it on. Does this sound crazy? Probably. But that’s how things go.
Last week I started reading through the Narnia series again. I realize that they are children’s books, but one thing I always regret is that I never did finish the whole series. Of course, I have since listened to the entire BBC radio dramatization a number of times (not quite as much as HHGG, but that’s another psychosis) and I now know how everything works out. But I have never actually read those last two elusive books. And they are darn good stories too.
Now throw in a dash of dark political criticism, a loaf of Dilbert, and a pinch of Stephen King – and you have a regular bedtime reading buffet. If only the weather would cooperate so I could stop being a wimp and do something outside for a change.