15 May 2002
writing, novels, and that's about it
still in the post paper letdown phase where i don't know what to do.
been browsing other diaries, and some people are so beautifully eloquent. making each word worth something. makes me feel embarassed about my entries.
i ramble. i rant. what i write may be interesting to me, but just me, only me, and will it be that in 1 year? 6 months? 3 months? have i EVER gone back and read any of the 300-odd entries that i've written?
no.
which is, in a way, too bad.
i should be working. and i feel not at all like it.
i want to write a novel. i really want to write a novel. because i like playing with words. and though you can play with words a bit in a paper, its all about "Transgression" and "tangential" and about "post-colonial subterfuges" (though i've never used the word subterfuge before in a paper. so its playing, but i don't feel clever with it...)
finished a very good book: linda watanabe mcferrin's namako: see cucumber. i really liked it a lot. she has a beautiful honest style. unadorned. but well written.
i'm not sure what to do tonight, but tomorrow until sunday evening will be unpleasantness for me.
sigh.
ok, dear readers. thanks for listening.
dandlioneyes at 10:04 pm