While I have not added to this blog in a hot minute, I am continuing this project (she wrote to her non-existent readers)!
I’ve recorded books 5, 6, and 7 and will begin recording 8 tonight (it’s long and will probably be delivered in two segments). I’m putting off editing in order to gain some momentum in my actual writing of my actual thesis–which is coming slowly and painfully, but, I hope, all to good ends.
My dreams are troubled and troubling. Many upsetting images: zombie apocalypses, rural landscapes populated by malicious people . . . something out of a Cormac McCarthy novel.
While I am unsettles and terribly anxious over the rapidly approaching deadlines and transitions in my life, I have an underlying certainly that my fears come from a productive well and my experience of them has therapeutic value, especially when I contrast this time I’m in now to more . . . stagnant eras. This is the horror of freedom, the burden of responsibility and what I hope is an understandable but destructive impulse to throw that responsibility away.
A mass of my readings will probably all be dumped out at once once the spirit to edit them (minimally as I do) moves me.
Parenthetical and elliptical commentary everywhere. This is the schizophrenia of creation, she assured herself, not hackery.