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I have to go to work now, and then do a heinous errand for someone else. Yay. Then I think it's come home and write content for the Internet that I'll be paid for, as I'm hardly expecting good $$ news from the Germans today.
Last night I had an intense, arbitrary reaction to a piece of fic that this morning has left me in mind of a period of time about six or seven years ago when I was reading a lot of X-files fic and then just stopped. I rmeember I said to someone or other at the time, "fiction just isn't good for me."
I quite obviously don't feel that way now, nor am I heartsick or unable to keep track of myself now as I was then, but I always remember it. Stories are too powerful. All stories, the idea of stories. This is why stories are good (and by this I mean useful as opposed to enjoyable). I wonder if some people, a lot of people, read and never notice this and are left longing in their actual lives for the same neatness conveyed by text.
Ah, logistics. Which, amusingly, puts me in mind of the four pillars of the House of Iona (communication, accomodation, transportation and hair). It's one of those things that's always funny, at least when it's not being true, but of course, I find it hillarious because it is ALWAYS true.
*sigh*
Last night I had an intense, arbitrary reaction to a piece of fic that this morning has left me in mind of a period of time about six or seven years ago when I was reading a lot of X-files fic and then just stopped. I rmeember I said to someone or other at the time, "fiction just isn't good for me."
I quite obviously don't feel that way now, nor am I heartsick or unable to keep track of myself now as I was then, but I always remember it. Stories are too powerful. All stories, the idea of stories. This is why stories are good (and by this I mean useful as opposed to enjoyable). I wonder if some people, a lot of people, read and never notice this and are left longing in their actual lives for the same neatness conveyed by text.
Ah, logistics. Which, amusingly, puts me in mind of the four pillars of the House of Iona (communication, accomodation, transportation and hair). It's one of those things that's always funny, at least when it's not being true, but of course, I find it hillarious because it is ALWAYS true.
*sigh*