I completed the revision pass through my work-in-progress this morning and am setting it aside until I can do the research needed to write two additional scenes.
So... I'm officially back to novel number two, for what I hope is the final revision.
I opened the word doc just now and surprised myself with the quote that opens the novel. Funny how your own book can take you by surprise if you leave it alone for awhile. :)
I love these words from Jung.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
-Carl Gustav Jung, Alchemical Studies, Vol. 15, p. 470
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
the very best way to start a day
Thursday, April 12, 2007
A Ritual To Read To Each Other
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider-
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give - yes, no, or maybe -
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
William Stafford
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider-
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give - yes, no, or maybe -
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
William Stafford
growing up
Each morning when I go into my daughter's room to wake her, I find the book(s) she's reading very neatly placed on the floor beside her bed. Like me, she reads incessantly, and often ends her days with a book.
This morning the juxtaposition of two titles was startling. It seems the little girl is growing up.
This morning the juxtaposition of two titles was startling. It seems the little girl is growing up.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
back at the office
It felt like I'd been out of the office forever, but it's only been a week. After seeing clients, as I was walking out to the car, I happened to look back and up at my office windows and noticed the sky. It looked as if glorious energy was coming right out of the top. Which very much matched the work done there today.
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