Oh Wait, What's This in My Hand?

[itsallovernow]

Oh, 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:)

Comments

[ropo.livejournal.com]

Poor sickie... rest up!

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks dear. After being comatose for a day, I'm back at work.

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

ack, i hope you're feeling better soon. and little acorns is such an amazing piece of workd, just incredible.

*hugs*

ps. the egg bottle sounds cool. :)

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

The egg bottle of sake was oh so cool:)

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

it's so cool how humans have made bottles out of strange and representative shapes for so many thousands of years. *g*

[ixchup.livejournal.com]

When I'm reading Riddle Master (and I re-read it when I am sick or recovering balanced(?) with The Grail Kingdom by Judith Tarr, I also shake my head and re-read paragraphs that are rich, swirling with meaning but I miss stuff (such as the importance of the three dead children, or what lies under the mountain, or what happened in the wind, etc.). I adore the book but it is infuriating. I have been trying to read some of her later works and they are even more obtuse.

Ah, Little Acorns makes me cry, laugh, and feel the varied flavors of love. It should be published it is so grand and good.

Hope you feel better soon. *hugs*

[raithen.livejournal.com]

hey, you know Judith Tarr has an LJ, right? dancinghorse. And in her latest journal entry is a link to her Amazon Plog in her alter-ego, Caitlin Brennan. And you *may* like her Caitlin stuff better (1st two books in a trilogy, less obtuse than some. I haven't read Avaryan, but I hear it tends to get a bit dense. Her Epona stuff is quite lovely, too, as Tarr).

And that she is doing writer mentoring, and right now, there is a deal for those who book mentoring if they found out about it through LJ. Thea, I thought you MAY be interested. She seems really lovely.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the head's up dear. It sounds intriguing, but I've never read any of her work.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks, dear.

And yeah, I like McKillip very much, but I don't always feel like I'm getting lost in her prose in a good way.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Meh. Am also sick. I think I'm allergic to Texas, though, it's just gotten worse and worse since I got here (but I get to go home on Saturday! Wheeee!).

I did finish my remix fic, though, so I'm available to help if I know the fandom you're working in. Email? nightlight43 at yahoo dot com or I can hop on AIM as well.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon! And good luck with that whole being allergic to Texas thing!

[rubberneck.livejournal.com]

Dude, I wrote your comfort-fic, your sick-in-bed-stand-by-fic? You're gonna make me sniffle, here. If only I could get SubMyth rolling I'd feel better about the whole writing thing.

I just need to sit down and make myself do it, I know, but it's hard to ignore the subconscious cries of "lame!" whenever I bang two ideas together for anything more than an hour. Even my writer angst is shallow and cliche!

So instead I'll pout for lack of egg-cup sake.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Once you pop, I promise you egg-cup sake!!

You totally wrote my sick-in-bed fic. The fact that I have a hard copy of it helps (it had to alternate with Riddle-Master, which is not sick in bed reading, but I'm currently reading it because I was unwilling to take my precious hardcopy into the bath tub).

You will get sub-myth rolling. You've just gotta have a fraction of the faith in yourself that I have in you!! And you've gotta give yourself the time and space to sit down and write it, and not question it, and let it be lame if it's going to be lame because it won't stay that way. I know you've got it in you. And dude, if you don't know it, put down what you're reading and go re-read Little Acorns. And by amazed by what you did. And be inspired by what you did. (And also, go look at some of your posts from the past few months, and realize how beautifully prescient you were about the whole reproductive thing, how beautifully art has translated to life:)

Don't make me be as mean to you as I am to Kath:)

[simplystars.livejournal.com]

i hope you're feeling up to snuff soon. *hugsyou*