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Sunny today. Sunny and cold and hardly a sign of spring. There's a tiny tree in a pot outside the front door, and it has fuzzy green shoots. And I want to tell it to be careful. I think the tree is overly optimistic.

I get angry about things and the anger won't drain away. It just keeps building. In this instance, idiotic comments (not reviews; I'll not dignify them) on Amazon about The Book Thief. The longer I live and read and write the more certain I become that there exists a linear inverse relationship between how good a book is and how many shitty, ignorant things people will publicly say about it. By "good," I do not mean popular or bestselling. I mean good. Powerful. True. Brilliant. And so forth.

Yesterday, I wrote a very decent 1,911 words on "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash."

Last night – very, very late last night, just before bed – I had the worst seizure I've had in at least six months, and maybe more. The meds have been working so well, for so long now, I'd become complacent, and...it'll sound stupid if I say it caught me by surprise. But it's true that I used to expect them, and now I don't. Anyway, I should have seen it coming after this past month. The race to THE END of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, editing Two Worlds and In Between, and about a dozen other things, all piled on top of one another. It was almost inevitable. Though I really don't think like that anymore. I want to get to a place where I can be overworked and these storms in my head aren't ever inevitable. Because I'm never going to get to a place where I'm not overworked. Want in one hand, spit in the other....

Here's a very wonderful project on Kickstarter I want to mention: I Have Your Heart, an animated short film collaboration between Molly Crabapple, Kim Boekbinder, and Jim Batt. You really ought to think about tossing some dough their way, if you can. I'd put the promotional video up, but the embed code doesn't seem to work for LJ, so follow the link above.

I fucking hate Sundays. But...gotta write anyway.

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whiskeychick
Mar. 27th, 2011 06:14 pm (UTC)
Care package is due to arrive Monday, or so said the fair maiden at the USPS. Hopefully it provides a point of lightness and delight as intended.
greygirlbeast
Mar. 27th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)

Care package is due to arrive Monday, or so said the fair maiden at the USPS.

Thank you.
ashlyme
Mar. 27th, 2011 07:16 pm (UTC)
This sounds like a damn fine novel; does it count as YA? I'll get a copy. I just wish people would enthuse about books they loved, instead of this snarkery.
greygirlbeast
Mar. 27th, 2011 07:27 pm (UTC)

This sounds like a damn fine novel; does it count as YA?

It's considered YA, yes.

I just wish people would enthuse about books they loved, instead of this snarkery.

Well, I don't think the snarkery is coming from those who love it. Ah, wait. No, I see your meaning now.
cimeara
Mar. 28th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
I've always loved that particular S&G song.

That -was- a good day's writing yesterday. I'm sorry the day ended so badly. But don't gripe at yourself for not anticipating it. An unwavering pessimism means no green shoots, ever, whether timely or not.
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