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Slipping through my fingers.
Jan. 30th, 2005 09:53 pmI had a lot to say, but it's all gone now.
Steps before treadmill: 8100
Steps after treadmill: 11500
Words: 0, although I feel like ruminating on the latest story and knowing what I have to do to fix it now should count for *something*, right?
I did crit two pieces by one person on the workshop and one piece by another, and I have found that I can pull something apart more constructively if I have a paper version of it in front of me. Poor Karen is going to get her novelette back in scribbled-on form; Michael may recieve the same.
Regarding the reciprocation of crits; I don't. I crit if there's something I think I can be helpful with, or if there's something I *really* want to say about a piece. Sometimes something knocks me right on my ass, like most of S. Prineas' work, M. Sisolak's _Tattoos from the Dead_, L. Bobet's _Toronto Book_ and anything by C. Polk or H. Bowen.
So I'm pleased taht these are 1) reciprocal crits and 2) crits that I feel may be helpful to the authors involved. I hope, anyway.
I had something I wanted to say about the winter... OH. Right. Winter carnival was good, this was the perfect weekend to go, but I was mildly disappointed. The snow sculptures weren't finished and Rice Park does not have the right layout for the ice sculptures, which meant I was doing the duelling elbows and 'excuse me, EXCUSE ME' thing, and nearly got knocked into a four foot high ice-Kokopelli, over a guardrail, when someone didn't look where he was going.
I also enjoyed the dragon ice sculpture far better when I didn't notice the marine holding a sword at the dragon's throat, while simultaneously hoisting the globe on his back. "We defend the world" was the motto of the sculpture, sponsored by the US Armed Forces.
Lemme tell you, if there was something that size menacing the earth, I wouldn't want to rely on the Marines. I'd just kiss my ass goodbye.
So, carnival: sharpen your elbows.
And I want to point a book out to those of you casting around for something to read. Nick Hornby's _Polysyllabic Spree_ was a quick, refreshing, funny read. It's spendy ($14) but the proceeds go to charity. And now I have books that are on my want list that are not even out in the US yet.
Steps before treadmill: 8100
Steps after treadmill: 11500
Words: 0, although I feel like ruminating on the latest story and knowing what I have to do to fix it now should count for *something*, right?
I did crit two pieces by one person on the workshop and one piece by another, and I have found that I can pull something apart more constructively if I have a paper version of it in front of me. Poor Karen is going to get her novelette back in scribbled-on form; Michael may recieve the same.
Regarding the reciprocation of crits; I don't. I crit if there's something I think I can be helpful with, or if there's something I *really* want to say about a piece. Sometimes something knocks me right on my ass, like most of S. Prineas' work, M. Sisolak's _Tattoos from the Dead_, L. Bobet's _Toronto Book_ and anything by C. Polk or H. Bowen.
So I'm pleased taht these are 1) reciprocal crits and 2) crits that I feel may be helpful to the authors involved. I hope, anyway.
I had something I wanted to say about the winter... OH. Right. Winter carnival was good, this was the perfect weekend to go, but I was mildly disappointed. The snow sculptures weren't finished and Rice Park does not have the right layout for the ice sculptures, which meant I was doing the duelling elbows and 'excuse me, EXCUSE ME' thing, and nearly got knocked into a four foot high ice-Kokopelli, over a guardrail, when someone didn't look where he was going.
I also enjoyed the dragon ice sculpture far better when I didn't notice the marine holding a sword at the dragon's throat, while simultaneously hoisting the globe on his back. "We defend the world" was the motto of the sculpture, sponsored by the US Armed Forces.
Lemme tell you, if there was something that size menacing the earth, I wouldn't want to rely on the Marines. I'd just kiss my ass goodbye.
So, carnival: sharpen your elbows.
And I want to point a book out to those of you casting around for something to read. Nick Hornby's _Polysyllabic Spree_ was a quick, refreshing, funny read. It's spendy ($14) but the proceeds go to charity. And now I have books that are on my want list that are not even out in the US yet.
