"I watch it break and slide."

[greygirlbeast]

This will probably come out all higgledy-piggeldy. this journal entry. But I will persevere, nonetheless. Any day that begins by reading a report of new fossils of the Early Miocene-aged bird Pelagornis chilensis, confirming that it had a wingspan of 5.2 meters (about 17 feet), can't be all bad. That's a wingspan roughly double that of an albatross

Comments

[ext_249035]

Your writing, real or fiction, is always vivid and realistic. I enjoy candid looks into the psyche of authors and artists. I'm looking forward to these random memories.

[greygirlbeast]

I'm looking forward to these random memories.

Spooky says I should write a memoir. I told her I'm going to write this stuff down now, so that when I'm ready to write a memoir in ten years I won't have forgotten it all.

[akaten]

Any memoir of yours would be an instant classic. I look forward to its release with intense eagerness.

[ext_249035]

You know, I almost suggested writing a memoir, but I didn't know if it would seem too presumptuous of me to be like, "On top of all the writing you have to do just to pay the rent and eat, you should also take on the responsibility of writing a memoir." But, one of the reasons I've never tired of your work is that the glimpses of your personal life that you've shown to us readers are just as interesting as your fiction. So, yes, a memoir would be snapped up by me in a heartbeat.

[greygirlbeast]

Winter was always preferable.

Frankly, I preferred summer nights. But they didn't last very long.

[kurtmulgrew]

What do you think of this humpbacked therapod Concavenator corcovatus? It seems very stange.

[greygirlbeast]

It is strange. Strange and marvelous.

[rozk]

You absolutely need to write a decent chunk of it down now, and get it out to a few trusted friends. All of us are frail and potentially suddenly dead and there is too much in the way of wonderful stuff in what little I know of your life to risk losing those lights.

Please.

[greygirlbeast]

All of us are frail and potentially suddenly dead

That's a beautiful line.

You absolutely need to write a decent chunk of it down now, and get it out to a few trusted friends.

There's just so much of it. It's like a space ark or something. How do you decide what's worth saving, given finite time and resources?

[rozk]

As someone with my own space ark problems, whose friends shout at one reguarly about this, I know this. All we can do is make a start.

[greygirlbeast]

All we can do is make a start.

Yep.

[kambriel]

I've had thoughts along those lines too... the things I've lived through that ~sounds~ like stories, the things people would never expect, those things which were both experienced and somehow, impossibly, survived. I wonder if I'll ever take the time to record them in one cohesive place.

[greygirlbeast]

I wonder if I'll ever take the time to record them in one cohesive place.

I hope I didn't imply that we have a duty to write those things down. We don't. It's a choice we make. It just freaks me out to think about those moments effectively vanishing (though, of course, that's what most moments do).

[kambriel]

No implication, nothing required, and thinking on it ~ some things I am more than happy to *never* write about, things that can combine to make the person that is, without the need for it to be described to the outer world in full detail.

We reserve the right to indulge in something which tastes delicious, without needing to always be aware of each and every ingredient used in making it.

Our moments will vanish, as new ones are created. Destruction - Creation. Even in the re-telling, there will be the ethereal parts of that moment in time which will never live again.

[greygirlbeast]

I think I love everything you wrote there, so much I can't single out any part of it.

No matter how much I want to preserve it all, I also recognize the inherent transience of these memories, and of moments, is what makes them precious (fuck, I hope that didn't sound like a Hallmark card).