|07:36 am - more upbeat?|
I'm in one of those phases where I sit down to write and what come out are the complaints, only. That's an old habit from when words-on-paper was the only place I felt comfortable voicing discomfort and discontent.
Obviously I've been doing something besides writing here. A lot of reading, mostly. I re-read Deleny's Babel-17 and Nova. I picked up Connie Willis' Bellwether at a book sale yesterday morning, so that's what I read yesterday. I read A Little Too Much Is Enough by Kathleen Tyau for the Espresso Ulysses Book club. Also Michael Chabon's Summerland, Susanna Clarke's Johnathon Strange and Mr. Norrell, and a couple of other short things on line that I'd look up if I didn't have to go catch a bus.