Let it Rain
I resorted to looking in my images archives for inspiration this morning, and this is the picture I found. I have no idea how it ended up on my hard drive or where it came from, but will take it as an omen. Of something. (There were a few other pix apparently from the same web location, showing a giraffe inside this massive ship–made, I suppose of gopher wood and the correct number of cubits long, high and wide.)
Perhaps the image is appropriate, since I am already feeling quite at sea. Today, for the first time, I made a brief attempt to add words to the novel started in November using MacSpeech Dictate. This is not going to be an easy transition.
The way your mind works with your fingers is quite different from the way your mind works with your lips and vocal cords. The rhythms are different, the vocabulary seems more restricted and stilted, and there is a sense of unforgiveness associated with dictation that I don’t feel when I type without thinking. Dictation so far seems all about thinking one word at a time in a very linear fashion. It’s okay for e-mail, but for creative writing — we will see.
This is the first morning in at least a month that the wood stove was not the first thing I thought about. It was 20Â° warmer this morning than yesterday, and 23 doesn’t feel so bad at all. Tomorrow and Thursday may be our brief January thaw before the Arctic oscillation sends us more polar air to enjoy.