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As Sharon Lee <lj user="rolanni"> most wonderfully submitted, today is the first observation of Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers Appreciation Day.
I mean to write notes today in thanks.
And in remembrance, oh, I do so wish I'd had a chance to thank Edgar Rice Burroughs for just everything. John Carter and Tarzan were my first pre-pubescent loves. John Carter most especially. A Princess of Mars is still one of my all time favorite stories, in all its pulpy glory. The man could write a rip roaring yarn.
Give some love to your favorite genre writers today. It's a solitary job and can feel like you're working in nothing but vaccuum, not even an echo chamber. It's not theater, where the listening dark tells you everything about what you're performing.
* * *
Today is moderately better than yesterday.
The Mouse is having a rough time of it lately. Having really normal dark thoughts for a human, but they are scaring her, because she's in that place where thought crime is real. Having to explain that thinking about doing something bad is not the same as *doing* something bad. And some things just aren't even bad. Possibly rude and/or silly, but last I checked, no one ever got sent to jail for sticking their tongue out. And essentially, she knows and believes herself to be a good girl and these dark thoughts don't jibe with that world view.
Could the lectures on ethics have waited till she was, I dunno, at least 5 years old?
Apparently not.
*sigh*
So.
Husband is sick with vertigo caused possibly by inner ear viral infection. No, I have no clue how he managed it. Don't ask me.
Have gotten very little accomplished. But that's life sometimes.
And with that, back on my head.
I mean to write notes today in thanks.
And in remembrance, oh, I do so wish I'd had a chance to thank Edgar Rice Burroughs for just everything. John Carter and Tarzan were my first pre-pubescent loves. John Carter most especially. A Princess of Mars is still one of my all time favorite stories, in all its pulpy glory. The man could write a rip roaring yarn.
Give some love to your favorite genre writers today. It's a solitary job and can feel like you're working in nothing but vaccuum, not even an echo chamber. It's not theater, where the listening dark tells you everything about what you're performing.
* * *
Today is moderately better than yesterday.
The Mouse is having a rough time of it lately. Having really normal dark thoughts for a human, but they are scaring her, because she's in that place where thought crime is real. Having to explain that thinking about doing something bad is not the same as *doing* something bad. And some things just aren't even bad. Possibly rude and/or silly, but last I checked, no one ever got sent to jail for sticking their tongue out. And essentially, she knows and believes herself to be a good girl and these dark thoughts don't jibe with that world view.
Could the lectures on ethics have waited till she was, I dunno, at least 5 years old?
Apparently not.
*sigh*
So.
Husband is sick with vertigo caused possibly by inner ear viral infection. No, I have no clue how he managed it. Don't ask me.
Have gotten very little accomplished. But that's life sometimes.
And with that, back on my head.
