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Okay, people. I have to do panels at the weekend, for BayCon, and we all know how confident I am in my articulacy, knowledge, memory etc. So help me out here. Particularly, one panel is about alternative lifestyles in SF & fantasy, "from Ethan of Athos to Heinlein's line marriages". So we've got those two covered. What else should I be talking about? (It's very likely that I have actually, y'know, read it. It's just that as soon as someone starts making lists and asking questions, my mind goes sensationally blank. And stays that way. I've been thinking about this for a week...)
May. 23rd, 2012
Unless the LORD build the house
May. 23rd, 2012 11:39 amWhy do I feel like I labour in vain?
I labour in vain for a reason. Art is its own excuse. Stories can exist for themselves alone, and that's okay. Like those people who dig great networks of tunnels under their houses, and no one finds out till they're dead: if they hadn't done it, there wouldn't be all those tunnels, and the world would be a little less. It doesn't matter if no one else ever explores down there; it doesn't matter if officious bodies insist on filling it all in. There will always have been tunnels, new pathways to new places.
Most days, that has always been enough.
Today, not so much.
I should probably go for a walk or something, to evade the issue. Vitamin D and endorphins: always good. But I have an edit to work my way through, and I really need to be getting on with that; and I wanted to be here for Amazon's second run at delivering a package; and, yeah. Labour in vain.
I labour in vain for a reason. Art is its own excuse. Stories can exist for themselves alone, and that's okay. Like those people who dig great networks of tunnels under their houses, and no one finds out till they're dead: if they hadn't done it, there wouldn't be all those tunnels, and the world would be a little less. It doesn't matter if no one else ever explores down there; it doesn't matter if officious bodies insist on filling it all in. There will always have been tunnels, new pathways to new places.
Most days, that has always been enough.
Today, not so much.
I should probably go for a walk or something, to evade the issue. Vitamin D and endorphins: always good. But I have an edit to work my way through, and I really need to be getting on with that; and I wanted to be here for Amazon's second run at delivering a package; and, yeah. Labour in vain.
Okay, that's it
May. 23rd, 2012 01:48 pmI have had it with today. It has, quite thoroughly, been had.
I was just loading up the dishwasher, and a steak knife plunged - I hate to commit the pathetic fallacy by ascribing purpose to a blade, but I have no notion how this can actually have happened, except by malevolence - off the counter and point-downward directly into my foot.
Blood occurred and everything.
I may have been muttering under my breath, as I headed for the bathroom to seek neosporin and band-aid. Actually, it may not have been under my breath at all, and not so much of a mutter, come to think. Direct conversation with an immaterial presence, perhaps.
Anyway. No more waiting in for UPS. I am going for a sodding walk, and we will see if at least one company can contrive to leave a box on the right sodding doorstep.
I was just loading up the dishwasher, and a steak knife plunged - I hate to commit the pathetic fallacy by ascribing purpose to a blade, but I have no notion how this can actually have happened, except by malevolence - off the counter and point-downward directly into my foot.
Blood occurred and everything.
I may have been muttering under my breath, as I headed for the bathroom to seek neosporin and band-aid. Actually, it may not have been under my breath at all, and not so much of a mutter, come to think. Direct conversation with an immaterial presence, perhaps.
Anyway. No more waiting in for UPS. I am going for a sodding walk, and we will see if at least one company can contrive to leave a box on the right sodding doorstep.