Where have I been? What do you mean, where have I been? Here, obviously. Moping. Oh, you mean why haven’t I been blogging like a good little blog-keeper for - let me check the sidebar - ah. Quite a few days. Over a week.
Like I said. Moping.
Fear not. The Editor has got her pointy stick out and I will be blogging every day for a week again, in penance.
Meanwhile, did I tell you I have a thing about notebooks?
Out of these, surely, one day, something astounding will blossom. Probably the cursing when I rupture myself lifting them all onto the floor again tonight.
Whew. I’m glad you’re back. I was beginning to get worried.
Once, about three years ago, the scifi magazine Analog printed a short story about how the piles of paper in the world, especially all those years and years of National Geographics that were piled in everybody’s basements, reached critical mass and began to form black holes. The story culminated in a scene at a congressional hearing where a study had been made and published regarding said phenomenon. It was a very long, bulky study. . . Better watch out for those notebooks, Reed.
Left by healingmagichands on August 23rd, 2006
I vaguely remember that story. It’s ringing bells.
I wonder exactly how I shall explain the fact that the bed has been sucked into the black hole brewing under it to my husband…
Left by Reed on August 23rd, 2006
A good question that, and one that you should ponder whilst staring into space, contemplating your next foray into prose and poesy. It is always good to have an alibi ready for the editor, you know.
Left by healingmagichands on August 23rd, 2006
Ooh, lots of notebooks! That is actually a very cool picture. I only tend to use notebooks for angsting into or for making *really* transient notes, like phone messages, scores in games and the like. I suppose I never feel I have any ideas interesting enough to keep.
Left by Singing Librarian on August 23rd, 2006
Every single one of those notebooks is about half-full. I try very hard to keep them in categories - poetry, blog-stuff, a given novel, personal diary, and of course it all escapes.
Picture taken by long-suffering husband, lying down on the floor next to great towering cliff of books perched on bed. Which he’d quite like to get into at some point that evening.
Left by Reed on August 24th, 2006
[…] It doesn’t hurt in the least that I have purchased yet another notebook to add to The Ziggurat of Lost Plots: […]
Left by Out of ideas » Blog Archive » I missed you guys on June 25th, 2007