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dragonlady7I have a lot of thoughts sort of aimlessly swirling around, which is the state I've been in for several days now-- I am book-addled, like a drunk with alcohol, and while it is pleasant, it renders me unproductive. This is probably why I so rarely read. I focus very intently on the books, and then have long periods of intense imaginative reflection, but then the effort of returning to the real world dispels it entirely, and I forget everything I had considered.
So I had a collection of things to blog, but then slipped into re-reading the end of the last book of the Ile-Rien trilogy, and have forgotten them entirely. Yes, I can now clearly envision what Ilias looks like when he is rolling his eyes at Giliead behind Tremaine's back, but I am not competent to make tea in the real world.
I am hoping to collect my thoughts to write out a... perhaps a review, or maybe an analysis of just what worked so well about these books for me-- they really are so very similar to a lot of things I have tried to write, and I want to know what about them was so successful, as my attempts never work out so well-- but again, I am not exactly competent at the moment. This was, however, a perfect interlude for me: it has been such a terribly long time since I did this, and I think it is important in some way in recharging my mental batteries, as it were. Now I am ready to slide into a world of my own, from which I can write my own stories.
But, of course, how well that will work remains to be seen, and there's always the distraction that I have to go to work and work on real things.
I do have a snippet I wrote just before the blackout-- actually it's what I was composing during the time before work on Thursday, carelessly running my laptop battery down and never dreaming I wouldn't have a chance to recharge it for three days-- and I will be posting that on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
treigylgweith later, so if anyone is interested (it's quite short and raises a lot of interesting issues in my mind), do leave a comment on the entry there and I will friend you back with that journal. My intent is to post a lot of things there during the creation stage so that I can remember my own intentions better but I do promise to be very strict in my use of lj-cuts so it won't clutter friends-pages unneccessarily. Most of it will be for me but it does focus me so well to have a potential audience that I am always pleased if someone looks at it now and then.
I have photos from home. Anyone with photos of the storm and its subsequent devastation, please do email them to rose at artvoice dot com: she's trying to put up a photo essay. I am pondering my slim collection of storm pictures as well.
I also have pictures of all sorts of Melrosey things although I belatedly realize I did not capture any images of Cousin Arthur or the boys, the deer-hunters. Oh well.
I also ripped a bunch of my parents' CDs-- 291 songs in all-- and may do a music post. I am considering doing up some NaNo writing playlists, so I may make those publicly available. I got some really neat stuff-- sailing shanties from an a cappella group out of Mystic, Conn; some Civil War-era southern fiddle music, a bunch of Chieftains stuff, and some Gershwin, Copeland, and Sibelius because I didn't have them. I need to make up some playlists to listen to anyway.
Right at this very moment I am listening to the Southern fiddle music album, and this song, a medley called Buonaparte's Retreat / Buonaparte's Charge / Buonaparte's March, is currently playing a melody identical to one of the main themes of Copeland's Rodeo. So, ah, there's an interesting parallel of synchronicity: I had not considered that. Fascinating.
Soon I will have enough concentration to make a coherent update. Pehaps I should start with what I wrote, which I might mention I wrote before I got sucked into these books, these damned books, these damned wonderful books. I have tried, incidentally, to explain why books are to me like strong drink to an addict, but it never seems to convey adequately what reading does to me. They say an aspiring author should read widely, but for me it really is one or the other. I am in such a fog it will certainly take me until November to crawl out of it, and only then if I can make myself put the books down.
But what a delightful fog...
Yes, in a moment I will post to treigylgweith, and we shall see if reading my own work reminds me what I was doing.
So I had a collection of things to blog, but then slipped into re-reading the end of the last book of the Ile-Rien trilogy, and have forgotten them entirely. Yes, I can now clearly envision what Ilias looks like when he is rolling his eyes at Giliead behind Tremaine's back, but I am not competent to make tea in the real world.
I am hoping to collect my thoughts to write out a... perhaps a review, or maybe an analysis of just what worked so well about these books for me-- they really are so very similar to a lot of things I have tried to write, and I want to know what about them was so successful, as my attempts never work out so well-- but again, I am not exactly competent at the moment. This was, however, a perfect interlude for me: it has been such a terribly long time since I did this, and I think it is important in some way in recharging my mental batteries, as it were. Now I am ready to slide into a world of my own, from which I can write my own stories.
But, of course, how well that will work remains to be seen, and there's always the distraction that I have to go to work and work on real things.
I do have a snippet I wrote just before the blackout-- actually it's what I was composing during the time before work on Thursday, carelessly running my laptop battery down and never dreaming I wouldn't have a chance to recharge it for three days-- and I will be posting that on
treigylgweith later, so if anyone is interested (it's quite short and raises a lot of interesting issues in my mind), do leave a comment on the entry there and I will friend you back with that journal. My intent is to post a lot of things there during the creation stage so that I can remember my own intentions better but I do promise to be very strict in my use of lj-cuts so it won't clutter friends-pages unneccessarily. Most of it will be for me but it does focus me so well to have a potential audience that I am always pleased if someone looks at it now and then. I have photos from home. Anyone with photos of the storm and its subsequent devastation, please do email them to rose at artvoice dot com: she's trying to put up a photo essay. I am pondering my slim collection of storm pictures as well.
I also have pictures of all sorts of Melrosey things although I belatedly realize I did not capture any images of Cousin Arthur or the boys, the deer-hunters. Oh well.
I also ripped a bunch of my parents' CDs-- 291 songs in all-- and may do a music post. I am considering doing up some NaNo writing playlists, so I may make those publicly available. I got some really neat stuff-- sailing shanties from an a cappella group out of Mystic, Conn; some Civil War-era southern fiddle music, a bunch of Chieftains stuff, and some Gershwin, Copeland, and Sibelius because I didn't have them. I need to make up some playlists to listen to anyway.
Right at this very moment I am listening to the Southern fiddle music album, and this song, a medley called Buonaparte's Retreat / Buonaparte's Charge / Buonaparte's March, is currently playing a melody identical to one of the main themes of Copeland's Rodeo. So, ah, there's an interesting parallel of synchronicity: I had not considered that. Fascinating.
Soon I will have enough concentration to make a coherent update. Pehaps I should start with what I wrote, which I might mention I wrote before I got sucked into these books, these damned books, these damned wonderful books. I have tried, incidentally, to explain why books are to me like strong drink to an addict, but it never seems to convey adequately what reading does to me. They say an aspiring author should read widely, but for me it really is one or the other. I am in such a fog it will certainly take me until November to crawl out of it, and only then if I can make myself put the books down.
But what a delightful fog...
Yes, in a moment I will post to treigylgweith, and we shall see if reading my own work reminds me what I was doing.
