Archive | February, 2013

Revision, revision, revision

26 Feb

The novel I’m revising (for the first time since 2008) just reached 500 pages.

That’s exciting, but what I find frustrating is how long it’s taking me to revise this novel. I have so many other writing projects to work on and am seriously considering posting a short story on Wattpad and novellas and/or a short story collection on Amazon.com as e-books. No doubt before I upload such documents, I’ll first want to go over them from beginning to end. I wish I could freeze time until I’ve finished revising The Skeleton from the Closet. Then I’ll let time go at its regular pace while I get back to work on other writing projects and on submitting other writing projects.

The Absurd Myth that Women Talk More than Men

23 Feb

 

http://languagelog.ldc.upenn.edu/nll/?p=4488

Misogynists complain about women talking because they don’t want to hear what women have to say. And because we live in a white male supremacist society, white males are conditioned to believe that they’re more entitled to be heard. Even at In Other Words, I’ve sat through discussions monopolized by white males.

Edward Gorey’s birthday

22 Feb

Taking a break from working on a particularly distressing novel, I logged onto Google.com, and to my utter delight, I discovered that Google is celebrating Edward Gorey’s 88th birthday with a beautiful illustration that links you to websites about Gorey. So I had a very pleasant, even somewhat euphoric, break.

I’m revising/editing a manuscript that  I haven’t touched since 2008. It’s an extremely autobiographical novel, with the working title Skeleton from the Closet, about my experience in Kansas with verbally and emotionally abusive relatives, whom I’ve since realized are sociopaths and malignant narcisissts. It’s deeply disturbing to revisit  that part of my life, but in the long run it is also a courageous act and will help me to heal.  I certainly don’t want to be anything like my verbally abusive relatives, who have made a point of wallowing in denial and abusing my generation rather than healing.

One way to placate my distress is by reading Buddhist books, such as Being Dharma  by Ajahn Chah. I’m also planning on going to a dharma center tonight and attending the group meditation and dharma talk. I need reminders.

I also think I’ll look at images of Edward Gorey cats and imagine them purring.

Weird Dreams

10 Feb

I had a dream in which an evil sorceress—my arch-nemesis—was at a shop where I worked, and she was creating a disturbance, holding up the check-out line, squabbling with a bratty teenager, and attempting to antagonize me. So, so petty.

I also had a dream in which I was with one friend and we were outdoors in a place that had a strange wooden structure; it was like a wooden path that had more wooden boards above it by a couple feet and in some places supported by boards that partially blocked the tunnel formed between the path and the boards running parallel above the path. I was on this path with the friend—I think this was in the woods—and there was a hovel or tent in front of us, to the right. However, a bunch of mean people (they looked like teenagers and maybe children) wearing red t-shirts with blue jeans or khakis (the red t-shirts were distinctive) jumped out and started chasing us and threatening us with wooden boards that some of them carried.

It didn’t occur to either of us to fight them. My friend ran in one direction, and I ran in the other—which unfortunately meant I ended up ducking under the upper boards and having a rough time squeezing under a few boards, before I gave up on that (I was getting claustrophobic) and retreated and started running in the same direction as my friend. The one red shirt that confronted me was a petite blond female, and I grabbed a wooden board that was sticking up to my left and I threatened to use it on her and then ran with it.

Weirdly, I experienced two slightly different versions of that strange scene. I believe the first one was basically what I just described, except I kept going in the opposite direction of my friend. Also, I believe a troll was coming after us, in addition to the bullies.

Flu

8 Feb

I slept for almost an entire hour before waking up choking. Yay, flu!

The bright side of lying in bed with flu is that I read Charlotte Bronte’s first novel, The Professor, and just started reading her novel Shirley. Then again, I would read these books even if I weren’t ill. Therefore I see no advantages to having flu, other than perhaps solidarity with the many other people who currently have it. This is the second time I’ve had it since early fall; maybe next year I’ll get a flu shot.