Of Time, and My Liver...
Although it is doubtful, someone out there may be wondering what I am up to these days. It's been nearly a month since I posted.
Well, working, for the most part. The amount of time it takes to enter little tiny corrections into the computer file of a novel, in the hope that the published version won't been too, too awful, is enormous. It wears down the brain. It is worse than reading about knitting, if you don't knit. It is worse than trying to swallow a poliitician's lie.
Well, ok, its not that bad.
But it does put the brain into a state somewhere between tapioca pudding and valium: and I don't mean that in a good way! I have to stop periodically and go into dream time in order to think and work again.
I know! It's just like Highway Hypnosis! Yes, exactly!
As everyone knows, the seat of the emotions is the liver (not the heart) and it should come as no surprise that at the end of the day I feel like a week old blanc-mange.
All that is keeping me afloat is Eric.
Eric has appeared at last and is busily fixing my bathroom. I will have a tile floor. I will no longer have a rocking toilet that leaks because you can't turn the valve either on or off all the way. There will be Walls! I MAY EVEN GET A DOOR!
Well, working, for the most part. The amount of time it takes to enter little tiny corrections into the computer file of a novel, in the hope that the published version won't been too, too awful, is enormous. It wears down the brain. It is worse than reading about knitting, if you don't knit. It is worse than trying to swallow a poliitician's lie.
Well, ok, its not that bad.
But it does put the brain into a state somewhere between tapioca pudding and valium: and I don't mean that in a good way! I have to stop periodically and go into dream time in order to think and work again.
I know! It's just like Highway Hypnosis! Yes, exactly!
As everyone knows, the seat of the emotions is the liver (not the heart) and it should come as no surprise that at the end of the day I feel like a week old blanc-mange.
All that is keeping me afloat is Eric.
Eric has appeared at last and is busily fixing my bathroom. I will have a tile floor. I will no longer have a rocking toilet that leaks because you can't turn the valve either on or off all the way. There will be Walls! I MAY EVEN GET A DOOR!