Everything is held together with stories

Quote of the day:

"Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion."

—Barry Lopez, interview, Poets and Writers, Mar/Apr 1994

Writing business of the day: 1000 words today. Not even a half-page yesterday. There's always a bit of struggle and flailing about when I segue from the 6th century portion of my novel to the 1975 and then 1968 portions. It's like I'm so caught in the dream of that distant past that I have to reset the Tardis and give it a couple of good kicks in the control panel before it enters the next dream. The mindset is very different in the Back Way Back. (Which reminds me, I've got to finish the last 40 pages of The Life of the World To Come that I've been afraid of reading for the last month and a half.)

The reverse happens, too: transitioning from '68 to the 6th. Getting my head, man, around the really old timey way of thinking after being in such groovy times. It's a trip and a half, man!

Typo of note: "You cannot hold on to that which is list!"

Sounds like somebody's got a Scots accent.

Ouch of the day: I'm fine until the Alleve and the Myoflex wear off. At this rate, I should be just about healed by the time I'm ready to do this to myself again. :-)

I told my mother that they had classes for people who had restricted movement, either because of surgery, injury, age, weight. "That's nice," she said. "You should go," I told her. "It's just ten minutes from your house." "Oh no, I'd be way too intimidated to walk into a class like that."

My God, it's genetic. And I'm just like my mother after all. Oh noooooo!