Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I'm asleep. I'm sitting here, typing in my sleep.
Yesterday, I began reading Peter Straub's short-story collection, Magic Terror. I also sat staring at my iBook, but the words never came.
Perhaps they will today.
If I can wake up.
Sometimes, especially when I'm not really awake, the process of sitting and staring at the screen, trying to figure out What Comes Next, is derailed by a slide into some trivial annoyance. Something that's really no big deal, but there it is, gnawing at me. I suspect this is a sort of defence mechanism. Anyway, just then, trying to figure out what else this entry should include, I got annoyed all over again at my copyeditor's insistence that the possessive of nouns ending with "s" include an apostrophe "s," instead of simply an apostrophe. An actual example from Murder of Angels: "stewardess's" instead of "stewardess'". Also, "John Everett Millais's," instead of simply "John Everett Millais'". It's ugly and redundant and I won't have it.
Today I have to do something for a chapbook that will accompany The Dry Salvages. I'm not sure yet what the something will be. At least it isn't raining today.
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