I, Robot by Cory Doctorow, ebook
Still working on Smartware. Thinking about leaving it alone for awhile while I work on something else. Wrote Dear Prospective Landlord and began working on Time Agents, another short story.
Asylum, with Natasha Richardson and Marton Csokas. I would give it 5 of 10 stars. Not great, but not terrible either. A bit dark. Watched Leaves of Grass with Edward Norton. Dark humor. A bit of drama. New Year’s Eve. Ugh. 1 of 10 stars.
Haiku and The Air Rumbled, flash fic (800 words) submitted to online sf magazine.
Took the weekend off. Did not allow myself to read or write for a full two days.
Was a featured author on Margaret Millmore’s blog.
Found out my son-in-law was reading Pink Eye.
I write every morning as soon as I wake. I grab coffee and because my bedroom window butts up against a green space, I listen to morning sounds. Birdcall, distant traffic, chatter from other apartment dwellers, footsteps on the concrete path that runs along the side of the apartment.
A few weeks ago, I felt I needed a regular practice to get me into a daily routine of writing. I began writing haiku. The haiku mornings lasted a couple of weeks, but my writing took a turn. I began writing other forms of poetry and short stories. A few blog posts came from it.
Still, there are mornings I’ll write haiku. If I don’t feel that spontaneous spark, I concentrate on morning words and weather. Sounds around me.
I don’t know I’ll be prolific as some writers, spinning two or three novels per year, but if I can write fifty-two short stories, one novel, twelve poems, a few book reviews and a couple of children’s stories, this would be good. I can live with that.
Part of the purpose of writing is to become better. There is a process of development that probably never ends and I tend to wax philosophic about it.
Above the entrance of the temple at Delphi it reads, Know Thyself. Writing is a way for a writer to discover his or her self.
We exorcise our daemons on the page. Those bad guys–those are our shadows. It’s a learning process. Kind of like kindergarten for the self and the psyche.