rreturn to my roots... sans u-boat
My writing, specifically the new Trinities chapters (the beginning, the prequel) recently turned back into the Calvino-ish form for which Veeder compared me to Shakespeare (with the caveat, "If you can keep this up") & the advice, "What this needs is a frame". Hence the creation of an acidic shadow-world where light could be crystallized. (17th Century British Newtonian chemistry.)
The main inspiration for this style of writing was u-boat. I wrote my writing sample -- a response to Dick Stern's "no fantasy" -- while sailing the darkened seas, thanks to Andy Roach & Joe Clip. The encouragement led to a belief I couldn't write without dope, but really, realistically, has my stuff been that much better since I've begun writing under the influence of neuraleptics? But before you go cruising to set a path against them, "important legal work" or otherwise, remember the truth about Scientology -- & the only others are Scoobies, who denounce "pill habits". I have no use for either one -- once medical marijuana is ensconced as just another drug in the eyes of the FDA, I'm gonna get me some.
Now, though, some of my old ability seems to be showing up again -- the prequel opens with the holographic Adam caught in an elaborate metaphor/myth.
I forwarded it to Ted, who's going on vacation today; won't be able to read it until a week from now. Or download the printer drivers.
I hope he likes it. Much of Ted's output seems anti-academic & based around how-to books instead. I tried to turn him on to Harold Bloom, Cabala & Criticism. Here -- as with much of the output of literary critics -- there's a difference between a thing of permanent or transitory beauty. Hoping to make mine permanent, I've perused... well, a darkened sea's worth of philosophical texts.
Other than that, Friday was a rather typical day: work on TPre, Chef Boy-r-Bryan for lunch (+ a yogurt), work on the frakin' Hog (a copyrighted character) until the Bumble Bee Girl returned home, in time for a shower before Car-girl picked her up. Out at Kame-Apart, she picked up a case for her Walkman. (A good swamp monster never goes anywhere without his Walkman.)
I also researched stelazine & thorazine -- both have rare weight gain, but the latter has low sexual side effects. Which, together with its sedative effects (I miss the Seroquel) might make it a good replacement for Abilify. A drug that's bumped up my creativity, almost back to the point of u-boat madness. Too much: the maximum dose made me manic. At this point, removing the insomnia might make such a change relevant, though the Ambien has worked well for the last couple of nites.
Until tomorrow, it's just some other time...
The main inspiration for this style of writing was u-boat. I wrote my writing sample -- a response to Dick Stern's "no fantasy" -- while sailing the darkened seas, thanks to Andy Roach & Joe Clip. The encouragement led to a belief I couldn't write without dope, but really, realistically, has my stuff been that much better since I've begun writing under the influence of neuraleptics? But before you go cruising to set a path against them, "important legal work" or otherwise, remember the truth about Scientology -- & the only others are Scoobies, who denounce "pill habits". I have no use for either one -- once medical marijuana is ensconced as just another drug in the eyes of the FDA, I'm gonna get me some.
Now, though, some of my old ability seems to be showing up again -- the prequel opens with the holographic Adam caught in an elaborate metaphor/myth.
I forwarded it to Ted, who's going on vacation today; won't be able to read it until a week from now. Or download the printer drivers.
I hope he likes it. Much of Ted's output seems anti-academic & based around how-to books instead. I tried to turn him on to Harold Bloom, Cabala & Criticism. Here -- as with much of the output of literary critics -- there's a difference between a thing of permanent or transitory beauty. Hoping to make mine permanent, I've perused... well, a darkened sea's worth of philosophical texts.
Other than that, Friday was a rather typical day: work on TPre, Chef Boy-r-Bryan for lunch (+ a yogurt), work on the frakin' Hog (a copyrighted character) until the Bumble Bee Girl returned home, in time for a shower before Car-girl picked her up. Out at Kame-Apart, she picked up a case for her Walkman. (A good swamp monster never goes anywhere without his Walkman.)
I also researched stelazine & thorazine -- both have rare weight gain, but the latter has low sexual side effects. Which, together with its sedative effects (I miss the Seroquel) might make it a good replacement for Abilify. A drug that's bumped up my creativity, almost back to the point of u-boat madness. Too much: the maximum dose made me manic. At this point, removing the insomnia might make such a change relevant, though the Ambien has worked well for the last couple of nites.
Until tomorrow, it's just some other time...
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