Assorted onomatopoeia follows.

Apr 28, 2006 11:06

Grr. Blarg. Oof.

My sleep schedule is totally frelled, and it's starting to affect the one thing I won't let it affect: my writing.

While scenes render themselves in my head as they always have (and while characters are always slightly blurry and featureless until I focus in on them, as they always are), I have a lot of difficulty sitting down, concentrating, and doing the actual writing. Now, that's not entirely unusual in the grand scheme of things; Maslow states that secondary process creativity is much harder than primary process. It is rather unusual for me, however; I normally quite enjoy sitting down and playing with adjectives and word-rhythms, making sure that sentences and phrases occur in the correct order. As I just did in the last sentence.

Okay, so it's not gone. Good. After I make a CostCo run this morning I'll set myself down and say "Self...write!" Followed by maybe a pimp slap and something about how good I treat me. We'll see if I get anywhere; the hoped-for goal in the Land of the Written Word today is to transcribe and edit together "Live from the Serpent Room" (and then send it to saraphina_marie), write about 1000 words in Ether Street, and then work on Chapter 2 of my thesis, after reading the section on Gilgamesh in the beyoootiful book of world myths that tempestarii gave me. After that, it is a combination of exercise and Buffy...I think I may accelerate to 30 minutes a day, and let myself watch all of an episode that way, at least for the rest of Season 4 and some of Season 5...I want to get to the stuff I don't know as well. Of course, that includes most of Seasons 4 and 5, so we'll see.

Stephen King update: I finished The Waste Lands, and am around 90 pages into Wizard and Glass (which includes some illustrations by none other than Dave McKean, for a strange double-decker of awesome!). The series is still good, and it's still getting away with stuff that any lesser writer would have been lynched for. Read it, you might see what I mean.

Okay, I heard a car door opening. That's my cue to go to CostCo. Up, up, and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...

done with mirrors, writing, ether street, bibliophily

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