Editing this one scene, just this one, is proving to be impossible. I almost can't look at the page. I don't know why. It's not the first of its kind so far in the manuscript. What's stopping me?

I haven't listened to this song in...years.

I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe by hand. Or at a coffee shop. Or something. Anything.

I had one of those moments today - moments I think we all have from time to time - when I remembered a dream I had forgotten upon waking this morning. I didn't recall details: more just a moment, a feeling. I was looking out the window at work, watching the snow spinning down wildly, listening to a Placebo song saying something about shaking off ( Read more... )

To keep me honest, here are the highlights of what I will make a post about later tonight ( Read more... )

Why is it that you can see a face once - for a second, for a moment, for an evening (perhaps stretching into the yawning morning) - and not be able to call it up in your waking life? You remember colors, but not shapes. Shades and shadows, but not specifics. Not the specific tilt of a brow, the roundness of cheek, the arch of a nose ( Read more... )

Much to update about - coming soon ( Read more... )