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It's very hot here, and we need rain. The grass in the park is turning brown and dying. It's crunchy when you walk on it. There may be storms tomorrow, which would be nice. Today, I wish I believed in a universe which listens, in a universe which is sentient and caring and shows petty favouritism to those who praise and flatter it. Then I could...what's the word?...pray. Yes, I could pray for a little rain. But I like to think I know better. It'll rain when it rains. And all the prayers and charms and incantations and positive thoughts and superstition in the world shall make no difference whatsoever.

I think I'm sick from too much writing. And I think I'm sick from not writing nearly enough the last week or so. Particles and waves. Paradox is integral.

Mostly, I think I'm sick from not being able to take the long, long break I realised I needed way back in June 2004.

There were no words on Friday. I sat here all day and stared at the iBook, and no words came. Yesterday, there were words and a very brief hope that I'd found the next vignette. I began something called "Fish Wife," but 1,012 words in, it told me it was a short story, not a vignette, and that it would not be perverted into something it was never meant to be. Which is to say, yes, I wrote yesterday, but what I wrote was of no particular help whatsoever. Which puts me back where I began. 27...no, 28 ideas presently unavailable. Think of something else. Think of something else. Now.

Set me aflame and cast me free,
Away, you wretched world of tethers...


I stopped writing about 3 p.m., because the Apple Store called to say that Spooky's iBook was back from repairs in Memphis. So, we drove in the light and the heat (98F) up Piedmont to Peachtree to Lenox. The Apple Store was grotesquely crowded, and I realised that I have so removed myself from what is human that humans no longer seem human to me. Especially when I have to deal with them in very large numbers. No malls for me, please. Anyway, we made it back home by about 5, and now Spooky's iBook works again. Also, the Wikipedia article I wrote last week, on Wednesday, the article on Europsaurus which I felt guilty for writing when I should have been writing fiction, was selected yesterday for the "Did You Know?" section of the front page. And that was cool. But it still doesn't make writing about new macronarian sauropods anything like work. Which is a shame, not unlike my inability to believe in a caring universe, but there you go. Last night, too worn out from the writing and the heat to read, we made a dubious double-feature of Deepstar Six (1989) and Leviathan (also 1989). The former wasn't as good as I remembered, and the latter was very slightly better than I recalled. Both are shameless retreads of Alien and John Carpenter's The Thing. And, unlike Alien and The Thing, both only bother to make sense when it suits them, which isn't very often. That was yesterday, sun-drenched and wasted.

But at least Spooky has her iBook back. That's something.

There was a cloud a moment ago...

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sovay
Jun. 11th, 2006 05:12 pm (UTC)
Mostly, I think I'm sick from not being able to take the long, long break I realised I needed way back in June 2004.

I hope you can take a break soon. And that there will be rain.

The Apple Store was grotesquely crowded, and I realised that I have so removed myself from what is human that humans no longer seem human to me.

What does?
greygirlbeast
Jun. 11th, 2006 05:16 pm (UTC)
I hope you can take a break soon.

But I can't, and I know I can't. There's the digest, and the next novel, and everything else. And nothing can be set aside. Back in 2004, I sort of fooled myself into thinking that I could.

What does?

That's a good guestion, but not one I'm presently able to answer.
lesser_celery
Jun. 11th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
Alien and Carpenter's The Thing are among my all-time favorites. And I liked the original version of The Thing even better.

The half-forty days and nights of soaking rain here finally subsided long enough for me to play Candide and cultivate my garden.
cillygirl
Jun. 11th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
It's too damn hot here too.

I wish I could countenance Air-con. And, also, afford.
frankiemouse
Jun. 12th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
here in pgh it's been unseasonably cool. were talking lows in the forties and highs in the low sixties. it should be at least in the mid 70's.

i know sirenia is supposed to be erotic vignettes, but would it be totally against the rules to make it one short story once in a while? even if it was reasonably erotic? personally i wouldn't mind, but that's just me.
reverendcrofoot
Jun. 12th, 2006 03:42 pm (UTC)
we made a dubious double-feature of Deepstar Six (1989) and Leviathan (also 1989).

What no, The Abyss? Than it would've been a trifecta of underwater thrillers from 1989.

The first piece of fiction I remember writing was based on Deepstar Six or Leviathan. I don't remember which one. Just that in junior high, being too young to watch it, I wrote what I thought it was about. Thanks for the memory.
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