Being aware
Oct. 8th, 2007 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt is International Cephalopod Awareness Day. I just needed you to know that.
In other awarenesses, I am aware that it is two and a half weeks since I last wrote anything in this novel of mine. That was not the gameplan, and I am feeling very behindhand. Never mind that my editor is cool and laid-back about delivery and such; I am not. ("Chaz, it's ready when you're ready," he says. Aaaargh!)
What with that timefall and the length & increasing complexity of the thing, I did nearly persuade myself that I really needed to read it through before I picked it up again. But I have been here before, I know that one, it's a snare and a delusion: just another way to practise avoidance and work myself into a proper state of worry, rather than the vague anxiety I have at present. Knowing so little about it, I can only be vaguely anxious; it's close knowledge of the text that induces real worry, and I won't have that until I read it.
So no, I shan't read it. Not yet. Not till I get to the end. I seem to have got bogged down in the middle of a fight scene, which is fairly typically perverse. Action's where it's at, apparently, but there's really nothing more boring than a fight scene. He hits him, and then he hits him, and then he hits him, and then...
I'm not much for car chases either, to be honest. Or gunfights in okay corrals.
Never mind, it has to be done. Let's see, where are we? Oh, yes. He hits him...
In other awarenesses, I am aware that it is two and a half weeks since I last wrote anything in this novel of mine. That was not the gameplan, and I am feeling very behindhand. Never mind that my editor is cool and laid-back about delivery and such; I am not. ("Chaz, it's ready when you're ready," he says. Aaaargh!)
What with that timefall and the length & increasing complexity of the thing, I did nearly persuade myself that I really needed to read it through before I picked it up again. But I have been here before, I know that one, it's a snare and a delusion: just another way to practise avoidance and work myself into a proper state of worry, rather than the vague anxiety I have at present. Knowing so little about it, I can only be vaguely anxious; it's close knowledge of the text that induces real worry, and I won't have that until I read it.
So no, I shan't read it. Not yet. Not till I get to the end. I seem to have got bogged down in the middle of a fight scene, which is fairly typically perverse. Action's where it's at, apparently, but there's really nothing more boring than a fight scene. He hits him, and then he hits him, and then he hits him, and then...
I'm not much for car chases either, to be honest. Or gunfights in okay corrals.
Never mind, it has to be done. Let's see, where are we? Oh, yes. He hits him...