There’s a phrase that’s applied variously to all sorts of different things, but which will for the moment be applied to writing, and the phrase goes: “It’s like wrestling a bear. Some days, you’re on top. Some days, the bear is.”
Either way, I think the key point of that phrase is, you’re too close to a big damn bear. But never mind.
Sigh. This is me grousing, because I hit a wall, wrote around it, did 5,000 really good and gleeful words, then today I did 3,000 words and banged into another. It can be worked around, but goddamn. Me and novels.
In other news, for my birthday, my wife suddenly got me a copy of Love in the Time of Cholera, which I mistakenly believed to be the Nobel Prize winner from last year, but actually won sometime in the early ’80s. Apparently, it’s a movie now. I have no interest in the movie, but I’m thirty pages into the book and enjoying it no end. It’s simultaneously beautifully and thickly written, but I like it. It also solved my problem of trying to decide what to read next.
I also got a thick book which is a complete guide to all the Roman Emperors, with an appendix on all the Roman writers and what they did. It’s delightful and full of useful information, and dates, and maps, and so on.
If I’m sporadically around the ‘net, it’s because the passwords are still changed and I only get on briefly when my wife is home. And usually when she’s home, I am doing other things, so I am limited. As always, the best way to see that I respond it by e-mail. I’m still doing fairly okay with that.
And there’s my blog for the day. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go do another round with that big damn bear.