Keep the wolf far hence, that's foe to men
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanI wrote this a few days ago but never posted it, and find I want it in here:
The sky, which has been dark and lowering all day, just lightened so abruptly that I looked outside to see if the sun might be visible. It is not: instead, a huge downpour of very noisy, bouncy precipitation, like dollhouse hail, is falling. The birds are making a fuss, and I don't blame them. This is my fuss.
We return you now to current events, where it is quite cold but the sun is shining and the wind is blowing the glitter of yesterday's snow off the branches. I must gird myself presently and go wade through snow to fill the bird feeders.
In other news, it being the new year, I have dutifully looked at the short-story fragments that erupted from the condensation of my novel. I immediately saw a completely boring and reprehensible assignment of gender roles -- girls make friends with girls, boys with boys, and the girls talk about social stuff while the boys do astronomy. Well, screw THAT. I can't make Con interested in astronomy, but I can swap out the other brother-sister pair and let Sophia explain telescopes to Beldi.
And where, I ask rhetorically, did I choose to read aloud these two fragments? At Wiscon.
Oh, brain. Will I ever get all the cobwebs out of you?
Pamela
The sky, which has been dark and lowering all day, just lightened so abruptly that I looked outside to see if the sun might be visible. It is not: instead, a huge downpour of very noisy, bouncy precipitation, like dollhouse hail, is falling. The birds are making a fuss, and I don't blame them. This is my fuss.
We return you now to current events, where it is quite cold but the sun is shining and the wind is blowing the glitter of yesterday's snow off the branches. I must gird myself presently and go wade through snow to fill the bird feeders.
In other news, it being the new year, I have dutifully looked at the short-story fragments that erupted from the condensation of my novel. I immediately saw a completely boring and reprehensible assignment of gender roles -- girls make friends with girls, boys with boys, and the girls talk about social stuff while the boys do astronomy. Well, screw THAT. I can't make Con interested in astronomy, but I can swap out the other brother-sister pair and let Sophia explain telescopes to Beldi.
And where, I ask rhetorically, did I choose to read aloud these two fragments? At Wiscon.
Oh, brain. Will I ever get all the cobwebs out of you?
Pamela
