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Right now, I am tired, but the thought of sleep seems to be repellent. I guess I am ill, 'cause I'm losing the capacity to think in cause-and-effect terms - the leap from I'm sleepy to I'll go to bed seems impossibly wide. I'm not even going to try to get across.
I posted fic to mash-slash yesterday, and got wonderful feedback, which doesn't account for my sudden extreme writers' block. Even writing this is a struggle.
Pedar came by earlier to inform me he liked the article of mine that was published in Calliope. "It's like sitcom writing," he said, thoughtfully.
"Why?" I asked, falling into it.
"Because nothing happens!" said he, and vanished.
He has no soul. In all seriousness, he thinks in a very different way to me. He sees things. He likes things to be visual, to be in terms of light and shadow, where I like them to be in terms of words. I don't understand how this came to be.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, actually. But I'm so tired, and so wracked with bacterial/viral onslaughts that I may not enjoy it.
Right now, I am tired, but the thought of sleep seems to be repellent. I guess I am ill, 'cause I'm losing the capacity to think in cause-and-effect terms - the leap from I'm sleepy to I'll go to bed seems impossibly wide. I'm not even going to try to get across.
I posted fic to mash-slash yesterday, and got wonderful feedback, which doesn't account for my sudden extreme writers' block. Even writing this is a struggle.
Pedar came by earlier to inform me he liked the article of mine that was published in Calliope. "It's like sitcom writing," he said, thoughtfully.
"Why?" I asked, falling into it.
"Because nothing happens!" said he, and vanished.
He has no soul. In all seriousness, he thinks in a very different way to me. He sees things. He likes things to be visual, to be in terms of light and shadow, where I like them to be in terms of words. I don't understand how this came to be.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, actually. But I'm so tired, and so wracked with bacterial/viral onslaughts that I may not enjoy it.
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on 2003-02-23 07:58 pm (UTC)