"I don't see it," I say to myself as I sit and type this blog. "I'm just not feeling it."
And so I pause, the cursor blinking steadily, waiting for my next command. What will I type? What can else can be said?
Said, perhaps, is the wrong choice of word, given that I'm technically not speaking but writing. Ah, you say, but does a writer not have a voice? You've got me there, I say.
The problem is that I've just finished Jeff VanderMeer's The Third Bear, possibly one of the most remarkable books I've ever, as Dave said yesterday, "injected into my brain via my eyeballs." The creativity has my brain working overtime. His writing is so absurd and surrealistic that I feel like it's something I would write if I had the skill, the smarts, and the name Jeff VanderMeer.
Yes, but what is your purpose? My purpose. My purpose?! You don't even exist, you're just a plot device in this blog post, no better than any of the other impetuses I've used to create. How dare you ask me what my purpose is!
L of omphaloskepsis fame has two intriguing posts up, each with great commentary and discussion. The first is about feminism in sci-fi (linked here), the second is about the blending of genres and the blurred lines between them (linked here).
I did finally get paid today. Twenty days late, which means I'm technically due another check two days ago, but I'll take what I can get.
And the snow melts. The river floods. The earth trembles. In the multiverse that exists beneath, above, and between the fallen snow a child awakens. In his mind he sees things as they are for the first time.
Expect a review on Monday of VanderMeer's phenomenal book. In the meantime, check out The Sound and the Fury of Kristopher A. Denby. Kris has started back to college again and has plenty on his plate, all of it quite exciting. The guy's got tons of movie trailers and reviews for films I've never heard of, plus a pretty sweet collection of STAR WARS fanart.
"I don't see it," I say to myself as I finish typing this blog. "I'm just not feeling it." Yeah, well, I'm not helping you anymore. You're on your own. Alone. Forever.
