Is it too disrespectful,
reading Buddha's teachings while being on the toilet? Probably yes. But it was the first thing I grabbed on my way there (yes, I always read at that place :) and now I feel enlightened and slightly inappropirate at the same time.
Also, I think I might have a "writer's elbow" or whatever, my right (writing) hand hurts from the tip of my small finger up to the elbow. Obviously a result of typing for 6 hours straight. But I have no choice, I really need to finish the afterword for Hell in the next 24 hours and I am still some three pages short, despite the fact that I have already said everything I felt like saying. Meh. This is exactly why I chose to abandon literature as my primary concern and moved to history, sociology and culture in general - I like dealing with facts. And while I can moan about the theory of literature and metafiction and hyperfiction and similar crap for hours, it's still just babbling, nothing I'd feel fit to publish. Conclusion? Next time I will ask the publishing house to ask someone else to write the afterword, because I am simply not fit to say anything sensible anymore, especially about literature. Actually, all I feel fit to say is that I'm tired and want to join my wife who went to bed some 5 hours ago. THE END