TrumpetVine of Trill

[ismo]

Well, this was another day that kind of went up in smoke due to lack of sleep. Pattern recognition is a beautiful thing that is theoretically useful to creative persons, such as writers. It's also a curse in the dead of night when every damn thing that ever happened clicks into place in a treacherous, labyrinthine mosaic of DOOM from which there is no exit. That's when you have to get up and go downstairs to await the dawn of a day in which you will bumble around in a hapless trance of exhaustion. My only accomplishment of the day was to take a brief nap, which made me only slightly less incoherent. The dawn was streaky and brooding; the day was cold and wet. No writing took place. I was pondering the fate of all the Susans in British children's fiction, and ended up going down a rabbit hole of Alan Garner. His Susan didn't even get a last name of her own.

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[siriosa]

we are all going to die.
being kind on the way, being loved, finding ppl to love ... it's the best we can hope for.

and it's enough.

well, if you get sufficient sleep it's enough.