I've spent the last couple of days restructuring some of ...Owen Taylor to fit the new background that's building up. I'm aiming for clarity and it seems the only way to get it is to work through this, slowly. Page by page. At least it's getting rid of some redundancies...but it is tedious.
Most of my life is tedious, right now. Same old thing over and over. I work. I write. I do damn little else that doesn't absolutely have to be done. I'm a typing machine whose dyslexia is getting worse. That or I'm just losing what little control I have over my fingers.
I'm trying to get back to reading fiction. I've got a second hand copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas. It's nearly 900 pages of very small type. And I have a copy of "Sense & Sensibility" by Jane Austen, that I've had for years. I'll dig into that next. I figure I'll start with some classics I haven't read and go from there.
I can't seem to read modern fiction. I get the feeling it takes itself way too seriously...not that I don't. But I try to keep my writing human and natural. Maybe that's why I like writing in first person; it's more like you're telling someone your story than you being this omniscient god-like being relating something of supposed meaning in third person.
I'm headed to Seattle for the book fair, again, this time flying Delta instead of Jet Blue or Southwest. Their fares are ludicrous and the service is so limited, it's irritating. With Delta, I leave at 5pm instead of 5am. I like Seattle, but I'm not there long enough to really enjoy it, so little will get changed in my daily routine.
Then come Toronto, Boston, and Hong Kong (tho' I doubt I'll be going there; the fair's way too small to justify the expense). There are some other packing jobs coming up, and there's transporting 26 pallets of boxes of books we packed, earlier in the year, to their new home. We don't install those...I hope.
I'm getting tired just thinking about it all.
Most of my life is tedious, right now. Same old thing over and over. I work. I write. I do damn little else that doesn't absolutely have to be done. I'm a typing machine whose dyslexia is getting worse. That or I'm just losing what little control I have over my fingers.
I'm trying to get back to reading fiction. I've got a second hand copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas. It's nearly 900 pages of very small type. And I have a copy of "Sense & Sensibility" by Jane Austen, that I've had for years. I'll dig into that next. I figure I'll start with some classics I haven't read and go from there.
I can't seem to read modern fiction. I get the feeling it takes itself way too seriously...not that I don't. But I try to keep my writing human and natural. Maybe that's why I like writing in first person; it's more like you're telling someone your story than you being this omniscient god-like being relating something of supposed meaning in third person.
I'm headed to Seattle for the book fair, again, this time flying Delta instead of Jet Blue or Southwest. Their fares are ludicrous and the service is so limited, it's irritating. With Delta, I leave at 5pm instead of 5am. I like Seattle, but I'm not there long enough to really enjoy it, so little will get changed in my daily routine.
Then come Toronto, Boston, and Hong Kong (tho' I doubt I'll be going there; the fair's way too small to justify the expense). There are some other packing jobs coming up, and there's transporting 26 pallets of boxes of books we packed, earlier in the year, to their new home. We don't install those...I hope.
I'm getting tired just thinking about it all.
2 comments:
I enjoy reading classic novels as well, it's just finding the time to do it.
It's a shame that on all your travels you can't find some time to explore.
XOXO
MAC
Normally I do, but this time I'm flying in Saturday night, working Sunday and Monday, and hopping a redeye Monday night. Zip, zoom, zowie...
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