So the dream I woke up to this morning. I'm walking through an underground shopping/retail space (like the Crystal City underground in Arlington, VA), going through these winding, semi-lit corridors with maybe some people I met a few years back at the MacDowell Colony.
A women in a wheelchair with a cat on her lap zips past us saying, "Everyday I tell myself, every day I spent with kitty is better than a day without my kitty."
It just cracked me up.
Which is to say, this dream was better than the dream I had the previous night. I've been reading a few articles about North Korea and their threats to wage nuclear war against us. Of course, we doubt their capability to launch long-range nuclear missiles against us, and I really not all that frightened by their “U.S. Mainland Strike Plan,” but North Korea has long fascinated me. I really enjoyed Adam Johnson’s THE ORPHAN MASTER’S SON.
But anyways, in that dream, I'm in a conference room with other people. We've been told a nuclear attack might happen. I look over my shoulder and, through a window, see a white-hot fireball light the sky, and I think to myself, "please take me with you."
I haven’t been blogging much because I’ve been devoting almost all my time to the new novel I’ve been writing. And I’m excited about it. Right now, I’ve got about 63,000 words down (of anticipated total 75,000) so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s much more “realistic” than most of my other work, and I’ve been focusing more on the “story” of the novel rather than playing with tone, style, and textural issues. It’s been fun.
Reading-wise, I’ve been delving into a lot of Alice Munro lately. I still can’t believe how novelistic her 30 pages stories can be.
A women in a wheelchair with a cat on her lap zips past us saying, "Everyday I tell myself, every day I spent with kitty is better than a day without my kitty."
It just cracked me up.
Which is to say, this dream was better than the dream I had the previous night. I've been reading a few articles about North Korea and their threats to wage nuclear war against us. Of course, we doubt their capability to launch long-range nuclear missiles against us, and I really not all that frightened by their “U.S. Mainland Strike Plan,” but North Korea has long fascinated me. I really enjoyed Adam Johnson’s THE ORPHAN MASTER’S SON.
But anyways, in that dream, I'm in a conference room with other people. We've been told a nuclear attack might happen. I look over my shoulder and, through a window, see a white-hot fireball light the sky, and I think to myself, "please take me with you."
I haven’t been blogging much because I’ve been devoting almost all my time to the new novel I’ve been writing. And I’m excited about it. Right now, I’ve got about 63,000 words down (of anticipated total 75,000) so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s much more “realistic” than most of my other work, and I’ve been focusing more on the “story” of the novel rather than playing with tone, style, and textural issues. It’s been fun.
Reading-wise, I’ve been delving into a lot of Alice Munro lately. I still can’t believe how novelistic her 30 pages stories can be.
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