After the notes, I read Shirley Jackson's "The Daemon Lover" and then Angela Carter's "Wolf-Alice." Jackson and Carter are two of the authors I count on the keep me grounded, and, when I get lost, to help me find my way back. I will never cease to be astounded at the beautiful simplicity of Jackson's prose, of her forthright, matter-of-fact approach to terrible things. Later, I watched the Science Channel — A Brief History of Time and a special on the Cassini-Huygens probe (those photographs of Titan from earlier this month are wonderful). Then I played about an hour's worth of Devil May Cry 2 before bed. It's really not bad for a two-year-old Playstation 2 game, especially if you're in the mood for a simple, straight-up hack-and-slash, which I was. After Halo 2, I've had trouble finding something I want to play. But. I'm also trying to cut down on the television some.
It occurs to me that perhaps, having blessed the world the Seven Deadly Sins of Writing (of which there are nine), I should, in all fairness, also attempt to provide the Seven Virtues of Writing. But it's going to take some thinking, so I'll get back to you on this one.