February 02, 2004
conversations with men
Dialogue between men is difficult for me because I tend to write with a woman's voice ("DUH," she added.). But that's why I have male friends. So that when one male character asks another male character a very important question, it is not done in the manner that a woman would do it.
So anyway, six pages tonight, and some very heavy duty stuff about things and love and respect. But no dead people! What's up with that?
There are two more pages to write for this chapter. Perhaps dead people then?
But I need sleep for now. I have a code in my node, and sleep is what it needs.
This poem that showed up from the Writer's Almanac for today couldn't be more apropos (re: my life) if it tried.
- Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
-James Joyce
Posted by sdshaver at February 2, 2004 01:32 AM