Wasted Sunday

I'm up late and drifting. Between the train and the blogs, I've read in five different ways today, and only one of them will be useful. And I was talking to somebody -- wasn't I? Just now I got myself involved in a chat fight, what a waste of carpal tunnels. It's supposed to continue tomorrow. But it won't. Will and June to the rescue.

Will and June need a title for their play. My best guess so far was after yoga last Thursday, "A matter of Will." But it won't work, because I refuse to let Will appropriate the title. He can't have it. If I finish the play by Wednesday, I can have the entire flight time to come up with the title.

I'm skipping gym tomorrow, it's decided.

I wanted to blog about Robert Olen Butler and the "white-hot space where you dream" and then also Ron Rozelle and "Description and Setting" to say that one is silly and the other is helpful, maybe to 10-year-olds. I know what the difference between metaphor and simile is. It's just like butterflies.

New Blog

The exercise of writing a story a day has been very fruitful in my writing career. First time I tried it, the result was Кофе-Inn, a set of interconnected stories that, although written in English, became a Russian-language book and a blog. The second time I tried it in the form of the now-abandoned blog Surviving the Fictional. This last effort signified the need for a different venture back in July, when I published a poem Critical Distance.

These days, I write fiction on the full-time basis. The 9 to 5, the 8 to 6, more frequently, the 12 to 2 and 3:30 to 4 and 6:15 to 6:39. The blog I need for progress tracking, book reviewing, getting back at mean people, and that low point in the afternoon when I have to start writing but have trouble focusing. I am a slave to my medium. I use my Think Pad to write; I need online dictionaries to translate, synonymize, and wiki. Turning off the Internet is only good for an hour or two at a time; half an hour more and the integrity of my eyebrows is at stake.

Hence, the killing plot. I doubt that it is a necessary evil.