Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Yesterday, frustrated with the snail's pace at which "Rappaccini's Dragon" has been determined to proceed towards THE END, I began the afternoon with a glass of absinthe. And wrote 1,111 words in about three hours. Thank you, Green Fairy.
Also, I read Jung's "On Spooks: Heresy or Truth?" and "On the Psychology and Pathology of So-Called Occult Phenomena." So far, this story has taken me through Jung and Campbell and Fort and a host of oceanography texts, all those familiar territories. It's reached the climax and I'm curious to see what it offers me instead of resolution.
We rented Lost in Translation last night. A sweet, sad, and absolutely perfect film.
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