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Aug. 1st, 2007 03:39 pmOracular liberation of the day: I swore up one side and down the other that I would not be returning to Dr. Quacky McQuackenstein for my eye care after the last time. The guy was slippery and slimy and I'd lost all confidence in him. (I hadn't had much to begin with.) So I went to a new guy, highly recommended by a colleague whose father was an optometrist. What a refreshing change: calm, professional, an air of competence, no name dropping and bragging about his Mercedes and plush Brentwood home, no bombastic conflation of every minor problem, no scare tactics trying to get me to buy higher end consumer goods.
"Have your current lenses bothered you a lot?" the new doctor asked me. "Yes. Almost since the day I got them." "Did you go back for your refittings?" "Yes, and the doctor told me they were fine. Later, when I complained of discomfort, he said it was probably due to calcium build up." "I see," said the eye doctor, and turned back to writing on my chart.
Later, when the exam was finished and the new lenses ordered, he said in the calmest, most professional manner, "Your eyes are in good health, and now maybe you'll have some lenses that actually fit your eyes."
Writingness of the day: Yoiks! Rereading the old ms. of Rough Magic has not been the (relatively) happy experience of rereading the old ms. of Venus in Transit. Magic is older—and I apparently learned quite a bit between Magic and Venus. (Then again, I ask you, who doesn't?)
The writing in Magic is cringeworthy, but fortunately, the characters and the basic situation are still sound, still hold my interest. This one will have to be rewritten from the ground up. Since I'm redoing the whole substructure of the story, I guess that would have been unavoidable even if the writing held up. Venus is much further along the path than Magic (oh the possible puns are endless), but the idea doesn't excite me as much. Such is life.
In other writing news: probably no more than two or three chapters left on Charged with Folly. Yoiks, again! There is much speechifying and twirling of moustachios amonst the villainous types. Except nobody has mustaches, but if they did, those suckers'd be a-twirlin'!
Random quote of the day:
"A different language is a different vision of life."
—Federico Fellini
"Have your current lenses bothered you a lot?" the new doctor asked me. "Yes. Almost since the day I got them." "Did you go back for your refittings?" "Yes, and the doctor told me they were fine. Later, when I complained of discomfort, he said it was probably due to calcium build up." "I see," said the eye doctor, and turned back to writing on my chart.
Later, when the exam was finished and the new lenses ordered, he said in the calmest, most professional manner, "Your eyes are in good health, and now maybe you'll have some lenses that actually fit your eyes."
Writingness of the day: Yoiks! Rereading the old ms. of Rough Magic has not been the (relatively) happy experience of rereading the old ms. of Venus in Transit. Magic is older—and I apparently learned quite a bit between Magic and Venus. (Then again, I ask you, who doesn't?)
The writing in Magic is cringeworthy, but fortunately, the characters and the basic situation are still sound, still hold my interest. This one will have to be rewritten from the ground up. Since I'm redoing the whole substructure of the story, I guess that would have been unavoidable even if the writing held up. Venus is much further along the path than Magic (oh the possible puns are endless), but the idea doesn't excite me as much. Such is life.
In other writing news: probably no more than two or three chapters left on Charged with Folly. Yoiks, again! There is much speechifying and twirling of moustachios amonst the villainous types. Except nobody has mustaches, but if they did, those suckers'd be a-twirlin'!
Random quote of the day:
"A different language is a different vision of life."
—Federico Fellini
