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Silent Day
30/5/02 22:50Today, I was completely silent from about 11:30 am, when I woke up, until about 6 pm, when my father came home. There was no one in the house to talk to, save the cat and dog. And I am sorry, but I don't count "good dog" and a responding tail-wag as actual conversation. This makes for an unhappy me. I thought briefly about coming up here and writing another in the series of "inaccuracies" essays I'm doing, but don't know if I want to, as things I ranted about in the first one aren't as solid as I thought anymore.
I did read a good book - The Dubious Hills by Pamela Dean, courtesy of Gaudior as a Mayday gift (thank you!). I tried to analyze it to figure out how the author turned a really interesting idea into a novel, because all of my writing seems to stall interminably at the 'expansion' stage, but that was basically it. I didn't know it was possible to get cabin fever when not in a cabin.
A surprise: my dad understands. He came home and found me channel surfing. He said, "how're you?" I said, "bored." He said, "you really can't wait to go back to somewhere where you can do something, can you?" I shook my head. He told me that this place grinds you. And I agree. Although I would have added "down."
And two ironies to round out the day: the renfaire called and offered me a job. I had to turn them down. If only this happened last year. And my friend who was thinking about bringing me down to BMC on Sunday can't, because she has jury duty this Monday. And only this Monday - otherwise she'd be happy to do it. Thanks, Murphy. I owe you one.
I did read a good book - The Dubious Hills by Pamela Dean, courtesy of Gaudior as a Mayday gift (thank you!). I tried to analyze it to figure out how the author turned a really interesting idea into a novel, because all of my writing seems to stall interminably at the 'expansion' stage, but that was basically it. I didn't know it was possible to get cabin fever when not in a cabin.
A surprise: my dad understands. He came home and found me channel surfing. He said, "how're you?" I said, "bored." He said, "you really can't wait to go back to somewhere where you can do something, can you?" I shook my head. He told me that this place grinds you. And I agree. Although I would have added "down."
And two ironies to round out the day: the renfaire called and offered me a job. I had to turn them down. If only this happened last year. And my friend who was thinking about bringing me down to BMC on Sunday can't, because she has jury duty this Monday. And only this Monday - otherwise she'd be happy to do it. Thanks, Murphy. I owe you one.
