Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
then something captured my attention;
in the little room I was in to the left of the closet
was a shuttered window
the shutters were almost completely open to the inside
and outside there had appeared
a brilliant, spectacular and highly detailed
it looked like a fantastic computer animation
breathtaking and colorful;
this was tremendously exciting
and I found myself exclaiming
it was a "digital landscape";
as I sought to examine parts
of what I was seeing, I noticed that the
imagery was fairly unstable
which didn't surprise me;
still the overall integrity of the image stayed the same
in the look of the buildings and the shapes and the colors
* * *dream account taken directly from journal; photo was taken in Second Life by Reverielarke Wirtanen
Thursday, June 12, 2008
A writer writes... right?
Unfortunately a writer also eats, sleeps, pulls weeds, takes care of the cat. Even so, there should be plenty of time each day to write. The problem comes when we insist on having our time be perfect ideal time, as in, a long uninterrupted block of it with nobody around and no interruptions. If we are married women in conventional households, many of us also feel better when all the other work is done first (IE housework) because otherwise we feel guilty. And yet, if we call ourselves writers, isn't writing our job?
My goal is to disengage the bad habits surrounding my writing, including my perfectionism that sometimes convinces me tomorrow just might be more optimal for writing than today. I also want to pull back on the proofreading and rewrites and move ahead with new text. That kind of procrastination is the most insidious of all because it feels so noble, so necessary... and in a way, it is, but not nearly as important at this point as moving ahead.
What will I accomplish today in terms of my writing projects? Today I would like to tackle Chapter 113 of "Regarding Reverie". But first, there's someone coming by to repair the love seat in the family room...