I'm spending some time re-reading through the archives of my favorite comics. I guess because I ran out of Terry Pratchett books and don't feel like reading anything that's actually good for me. Like, you know, T. S. Eliot or essays or something. A gal's got to draw the line somewhere, and it's summer, so I draw the line at actually learning more than ten facts a week.
I think "Shells and Cheddar" would be a great exclamation.
"Shells and Cheddar! That dude stole my car!"
"Shells and Cheddar! That test was hard!"
Doesn't it have a ring?
I started trying to read Neuromancer today, but I sorta gave up on it. I mean, it's an amazing invention considering that the dude didn't even own a computer (and I don't think he'd even used one) at that point, but it's silly. I couldn't really find motivation for any of it to be happening. You know? Why did they need Case? Nobody knows. Why Molly? Nobody knows that either. Why was Case so obsessed with Linda Lee? I mean, if it was just sex then he should've got over it quick, because he was sleeping with Molly before you could say "shells and cheddar." Maybe he just fixated on her as a result of witnessing her gruesome death. In which case I feel like he wouldn't have slept with her in his hallucination. Anyway, I just feel like everything was sorta frayed around the edges. Maybe it was intentional, because it was all avant-guarde or something. Who knows. The eighties were a weird decade. And sci-fi can be a super-weird genre. So eighties sci-fi? Weird Beyond All Reason.
Writing is going kind of crappy now. I just don't got every piece fitted into place yet. I think I found the last corner piece, and I've sorted the pieces all out into piles based on color-similarity, but I'm definitely missing some. Or maybe I just need to change the shape of the pieces I already have. Anyway, it's moving forward at a snail's pace. Today, though, I feel like it will evcentually work itself out. It's just going to take me a few years, you know? My goal is to have the rough draft all written out by the end of the summer. If I can do that, then I can pick it up and start rewriting it next summer, maybe. If I don't get everything down, though, I'm afraid I'll be lost when I go to finish it. So, that's the plan, loves! And now I'm going to go eat lunch.
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I feel your pain on Neuromancer. My experience went much the same way (although I think you got further into it than I did). Beyond feeling supremely dated, there just wasn't much in there that grabbed me. Meh.
And maybe I've just been out of your life for too long, but what are you writing exactly? It sounds like a larger work, but I don't know if I've heard of anything like this. Please, do tell...
Definitely read some of that. I think it would put you in a capital mood.
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