I don’t feel excessively wordy in non-fiction these days, having most of my steam poured into novel writing. One thing they don’t tell you about novelling is how exhausting it is. There is so much emotional energy poured into emoting a journey for people you’ve created out of whole cloth. It’s both cathartic and cumbersome, and in many ways the hardest “job” I’ve ever had. The only job that suits me wholly, though, so I hope I never get fired. Although many days I ponder quitting, and that’s the truth!
Anyway, I have random things I mean to shout from the rooftops and so I’m consolidating them here.
- Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel is now available on Kindle! As are Winds of War & War and Remembrance. These were among the first ten titles I looked for when I opened that package eleven months ago. Now that I’ve got them again, I’m immersed in jolly good thick tomes. So if you follow me on Goodreads and wonder why I’m not reading anything, rest assured I am just sunk down in velvety goodness of one of these three masterpieces. (I have been pestering the Goodreads people to make “currently re-reading” one of the top standard shelves.)
- We’ve started watching Spartacus: Blood and Sand. It’s a passable way to spend a few hours, but I really feel like they’re overusing one or two cool effects. Every time I see the digitised blood fly in slow motion I feel like a person whose friend knows one card trick and keeps insisting that you let him perform it again.
- I owe the world a LOST blog entry, but I don’t know that I’ll write one until after tonight’s episode. Finding out last week that certain people cannot be easily disposed of was a galling thought.
- I think we’ve found a treatment regimen that seems to be working. Pain is better controlled, functionality is better and fatigue is better. I’m still at sea on a leaky vessel but at least I don’t spend as much time in port.
What is it with me and sea analogies anyway? I wrote a long email to two friends with a sea analogy and now I’m going around the house talking about bilges and tides like Pat Conroy on a bender. It certainly doesn’t help that the main characters in Winds of War are naval officers.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the conversation we had in that last post about Johnny Weir and how troubled I am that the word “queer” got tossed around here. It upset me a great deal and I wanted the conversation over with. But I still can’t stop thinking about it because NOWHERE in that post did I even mention Weir’s sexuality. Because it doesn’t matter to me any more than his favourite food or television program. Yet that was the first thing seized upon. Which makes me wonder about the world. I know I’m not a man, but the man who commented on that post NEVER comments here. Yet something about male homosexuality compelled him to do so. I think it is one of those facets of manhood that I am just not equipped to understand–that whole thing about the feeling of pressing danger from male homosexuality. I’d love to have it explained to me.