This is the stuff in my head, people of the internet. I'm not exploring the depths of my soul today.
This week, my best accomplishment was to ignore my cold and keep working on the short story I'm planning, tentatively called "Forgotten Ivy." I'm trying some writing process ideas that I got from the plotting seminar I went to in September. You know, the one that will likely induce me to attribute any future writing success of mine to Tim Powers? Right, that seminar.
Writing fiction during the day doesn't work so well for me now, since the toddler boy won't (and shouldn't) allow me to concentrate quite hard enough to do that well (and YES, careful reader, that means that these journal entries are the product of no more than half of my attention!). Most evenings I shut myself into my office for a couple of hours, and either write or draw. During the day, Felix and I boogie a lot, with intermittent bouts of reading and phone conversation to keep my mind engaged at the level that requires polysyllabic words.
You should know that my book situation is now COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL. I think that I have acquired more than twenty books in the week and a half since I've been back from World Fantasy, and that doesn't include the dozen I got while I was THERE, and my previously acquired piles of books have been documented with alarming thoroughness in this journal. I'm not really sure what I'm thinking when I buy more, but I assure you that I probably have reading material to last until about 2015, maybe only 2013 if I can increase my reading rate once Felix starts going to preschool. I'm on the verge of being frozen with indecision whenever it's time to start reading a new book. Right now my non-fiction selection is Savage Beauty, the biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay, but I have a dilemma about the fiction I'll start next. Here are the options (vote on them in comments, if you like):
1. Continue down the Theodore Sturgeon path (since I now have two collections of his short fiction and a copy of Godbody, which looks like it will be very intriguing INDEED).
2. The very highly recommended Martian Time-Slip, by Philip K. Dick, which would be followed immediately by Ubik.
3. Re-read everything I own by Tim Powers, starting with Three Days to Never and rambling through Last Call, Expiration Date, and Earthquake Weather, and on to Declare, On Stranger Tides, and the short story collections... It feels like it's about time to do that.
(I am not complaining about having this problem!)
Bonus note for the new readers:
Dear New LJ Friends,
It has come to my attention that the contents of this journal may seem... random. Perhaps nonsensical. I urge you to hang in there, as the voices in my head work ever closer to electing a new leader. Until then, know that patterns do tend to emerge in the madness over time. For the more practical and straightforward among you, it may also be reassuring to know that at the beginning of 2008 there will be orienting posts about who I am and what I do, and who you'll be reading about here. Becoming part of my entourage of adoring minions is an effort, to be sure, and there will be tests, challenges, and possibly even sacrifices along the way, but your endurance will put you in my favor, and that is obviously a worthy thing to achieve. Strive onward, darlings!
Nayad A. Monroe