"And some say that it loops forever, this road that I lose you on..."

[greygirlbeast]

My responsibility as an author, the responsibility that I have chosen, is to make readers ask themselves, "What the fuck was that?" I just tweeted this, and I posted it on Facebook. And then, to Spooky, I elaborated on it at some length. And I said, "I need to write all this down before I forget what I said," but I fear I already have. Why my

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[sovay]

I'm talking about writing genuine uncertainty, and making no effort to dispel the fact that uncertainty is, possibly, that thing that dominates our every waking moment, all our lives long.

That's not a badly expressed philosophy at all.

It's snowing and sticking here. Enjoy not-work.

[greygirlbeast]

It's snowing and sticking here.

Sigh.

[shanejayell]

I actually can't watch 3-D. Makes me ill.

[greygirlbeast]

True of a significant percentage of people. Being blind in my left eye, I simply can't see 3-D, just a blurry picture.

[docbrite]

Apropos of nothing much, I was recently thinking I'm surprised you have never had a cat named Jonas.

[greygirlbeast]

Why?

[docbrite]

Isn't that Merricat's cat's name in We Have Always Lived In The Castle? (I've been on a Shirley Jackson kick lately.)

[greygirlbeast]

Um...yeah. That's about how clear-headed I am just now.

[ashlyme]

If it's any use to you, you've made me ask that question since the late nineties. I'm looking forward to hearing more about "Black Helicopters"; intriguing title. SF?

[greygirlbeast]

Yes. SF.

[rivervox]

Regarding uncertainty, yes, it is the best thing an artist can do for their audience. There is nothing more delicious to me than the feeling that I have no idea what is going to happen next. I love authors that can take me beyond my imagination and strip away the mundane signifiers. The other night I was reading matociquala and something so extraordinary happened that I was elated, as though I were flying on the back of a rukh. That is my kind of bedtime story. My life is so constrained, bounded by time and duty, that I want my fiction to strip away the facade of order so I feel the tingle of unease, the rush of possibility.