those decimal points
May. 2nd, 2010 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamcnamaraYesterday, I read Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand. Excellent. I had trouble getting into it, at first, and then I got hooked. There is something about deep emotion in stories that just pulls me right through them. (To be fair, there's emotion in the first part of the book as well, just more distant.) It's a very (very very) different book than Dhalgren. In many ways I enjoyed this more--well, it's more my kind of book, to start with. (Dhalgren reminded me in ways of Walt Whitman--the sensory overload, for one thing--and while Whitman is fine, he's never been my favorite.) But really it's hard to compare the two.
And then this morning I read Liar. It was not what I was expecting, but it was a fascinating read. Most of what I knew was the whitewashing cover controversy, and so I guess I didn't really know what to expect. It shifts in interesting ways, though, and definitely worked very well for me.
Also, in a dream last night I was looking through a box of used books for sale and found a Doctor Who tie-in novel that Connie Willis had written. None of the friends I was with knew who she was, so I got it all to myself without even having to argue about it.
I've been writing again, in bits and dribbles. I'd been restless, wanting to write but not able to pin myself down long enough to get words on a page, uncertain what to write about or how to start. Yesterday afternoon, after lying in the sun/wandering in the library and the garden, I actually sat down and opened up my file of solstice-story prompts. I wrote two, finished a third I'd had half-done. It felt good, putting fresh words and ideas out there. None of them are likely to turn into anything longer, but it's good to get my mind back in that headspace.
And then this morning I read Liar. It was not what I was expecting, but it was a fascinating read. Most of what I knew was the whitewashing cover controversy, and so I guess I didn't really know what to expect. It shifts in interesting ways, though, and definitely worked very well for me.
Also, in a dream last night I was looking through a box of used books for sale and found a Doctor Who tie-in novel that Connie Willis had written. None of the friends I was with knew who she was, so I got it all to myself without even having to argue about it.
I've been writing again, in bits and dribbles. I'd been restless, wanting to write but not able to pin myself down long enough to get words on a page, uncertain what to write about or how to start. Yesterday afternoon, after lying in the sun/wandering in the library and the garden, I actually sat down and opened up my file of solstice-story prompts. I wrote two, finished a third I'd had half-done. It felt good, putting fresh words and ideas out there. None of them are likely to turn into anything longer, but it's good to get my mind back in that headspace.