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Oh Wait, What's This in My Hand?
Mar. 8th, 2006 11:48 pmOh, no problem, it's just my lung.
Still sick. Pissed off about being sick, but sick nonetheless. I think I either never got rid of the original sinus infection, or working in an office building is proving as hazardous to my health as teaching school.
I spent the day in bed, alternately reading "Little Acorns", and watching the rest of Dead Like Me, and reading Patricia McKillip's Riddle-Master Trilogy. I find that I have a love/hate relationship with McKillip's prose. It's rich, but distracting, weaving in circles that forces the reader to search for the point within the layers of description and dialogue. I find that less true with this particular work, but at the same time, I find that things have happened and I'm sort of left behind. Whole paragraphs of description, then suddenly something monumental has happened. I like the characters, like that I have to pay attention, but I find her prose somewhat distracting.
I am even more astonished re-reading Little Acorns by what Feldman was able to accomplish - both her remarkable story telling skills and her extraordinarily clear prose. It's such a vivid ride, and I feel so deeply for the characters, am so in love with them, ache for them, long for them, and see so much humanity in them. It's a truly remarkable piece of work and I'm so glad I was there for the building of it.
My brain is barely functional with this cold. I can't remember anything, although I vividly remember conversations with M. about snot snakes (He tries to convince me that snakes live in the tree by our apartment. California snakes do not live in trees. I know this. I know the only things in those trees are rats, which are bad enough. However, I still have to run when I go under the tree). M. finds snot to be a repulsive word, but when I'm sick, it's a word at the forefront of my mind, so he finally told me that saying snot was calling out to the snakes. The conversation devolved from there. But at least I was laughing instead of whimpering.
Stopped at Whole Foods on the way home tonight and discovered the most fabulous tiny bottle of sake shaped like an ostrich egg. It had a plastic top/cup and could be put in the microwave. It was a tiny piece of perfection in an otherwise really crappy week.
I have serious doubts about my ability to properly Remix, despite my initial flurry of self-confidence. If anyone's around to help me bounce some ideas off of (or to lead me to inspiration), I'd be mighty appreciative. I do, however, have far too many thoughts about a smutty epilogue for the crack!fic. Anyone who wants to contribute is welcome:)
Still sick. Pissed off about being sick, but sick nonetheless. I think I either never got rid of the original sinus infection, or working in an office building is proving as hazardous to my health as teaching school.
I spent the day in bed, alternately reading "Little Acorns", and watching the rest of Dead Like Me, and reading Patricia McKillip's Riddle-Master Trilogy. I find that I have a love/hate relationship with McKillip's prose. It's rich, but distracting, weaving in circles that forces the reader to search for the point within the layers of description and dialogue. I find that less true with this particular work, but at the same time, I find that things have happened and I'm sort of left behind. Whole paragraphs of description, then suddenly something monumental has happened. I like the characters, like that I have to pay attention, but I find her prose somewhat distracting.
I am even more astonished re-reading Little Acorns by what Feldman was able to accomplish - both her remarkable story telling skills and her extraordinarily clear prose. It's such a vivid ride, and I feel so deeply for the characters, am so in love with them, ache for them, long for them, and see so much humanity in them. It's a truly remarkable piece of work and I'm so glad I was there for the building of it.
My brain is barely functional with this cold. I can't remember anything, although I vividly remember conversations with M. about snot snakes (He tries to convince me that snakes live in the tree by our apartment. California snakes do not live in trees. I know this. I know the only things in those trees are rats, which are bad enough. However, I still have to run when I go under the tree). M. finds snot to be a repulsive word, but when I'm sick, it's a word at the forefront of my mind, so he finally told me that saying snot was calling out to the snakes. The conversation devolved from there. But at least I was laughing instead of whimpering.
Stopped at Whole Foods on the way home tonight and discovered the most fabulous tiny bottle of sake shaped like an ostrich egg. It had a plastic top/cup and could be put in the microwave. It was a tiny piece of perfection in an otherwise really crappy week.
I have serious doubts about my ability to properly Remix, despite my initial flurry of self-confidence. If anyone's around to help me bounce some ideas off of (or to lead me to inspiration), I'd be mighty appreciative. I do, however, have far too many thoughts about a smutty epilogue for the crack!fic. Anyone who wants to contribute is welcome:)
