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it's not even two o'clock and i am having a perfect day.
temperature dropped from 108 last week to a gorgeous 54 today. woke up with dog noses in my face (you could swear they understood the all summer long promises that "as soon as the weather turns, we'll go the park").
so off we went and i read "Ambuscade" (in The Unvanquished) while the doggies frolicked most happily (they are now crashed out on my bed, well worn out from their endeavors).
came home to a house that smelled like the fried pork i had for breakfast. put on a pot of hot water for pear white tea and grilled a cheese sandwich.
this is heaven.
~ * ~
from the vat of endless thoughts on faulkner:
don't really like his style, which i find meddling. just tell the story, bill, stop stalling already.
and then he zings you with a line that makes the previous insufferable three pages worth the torture.
so i'm sort of mixed because as a lazy reader, if the story loses my interest, the writing will never keep me (thank you, Charles Frasier of the beautifully turned phrase ~ you're a great writer and a boring storyteller).
and i guess i'm not convinced yet that faulkner is a great enough storyteller to put up with his eccentricities yet. he's a great "situationalist" ~ his premises are always fascinating. but there is a wandering sort of tendency in his work that (for me) diffuses the power because it's all smogged like a damp, unfocused lens.
i'm willing to persevere through this book though ~ so we shall see how it turns out.
~ * ~
i printed some notes for that outline i'm supposed to be writing. that's about as far as i've gotten with that. but i'm writing in my head and that's important. i'm forming a strategy even if i'm committing nothing to paper at the moment.
~ * ~
threatening to rain ~ even some dribbling out there going on.
man, it's a beautiful day. i could just sit by this window and drink my tea and do nothing else ~ and it would be time well spent.
: D
temperature dropped from 108 last week to a gorgeous 54 today. woke up with dog noses in my face (you could swear they understood the all summer long promises that "as soon as the weather turns, we'll go the park").
so off we went and i read "Ambuscade" (in The Unvanquished) while the doggies frolicked most happily (they are now crashed out on my bed, well worn out from their endeavors).
came home to a house that smelled like the fried pork i had for breakfast. put on a pot of hot water for pear white tea and grilled a cheese sandwich.
this is heaven.
~ * ~
from the vat of endless thoughts on faulkner:
don't really like his style, which i find meddling. just tell the story, bill, stop stalling already.
and then he zings you with a line that makes the previous insufferable three pages worth the torture.
so i'm sort of mixed because as a lazy reader, if the story loses my interest, the writing will never keep me (thank you, Charles Frasier of the beautifully turned phrase ~ you're a great writer and a boring storyteller).
and i guess i'm not convinced yet that faulkner is a great enough storyteller to put up with his eccentricities yet. he's a great "situationalist" ~ his premises are always fascinating. but there is a wandering sort of tendency in his work that (for me) diffuses the power because it's all smogged like a damp, unfocused lens.
i'm willing to persevere through this book though ~ so we shall see how it turns out.
~ * ~
i printed some notes for that outline i'm supposed to be writing. that's about as far as i've gotten with that. but i'm writing in my head and that's important. i'm forming a strategy even if i'm committing nothing to paper at the moment.
~ * ~
threatening to rain ~ even some dribbling out there going on.
man, it's a beautiful day. i could just sit by this window and drink my tea and do nothing else ~ and it would be time well spent.
: D