September 8th, 2008
|07:10 pm - Today's True Fact|
I cannot write when I'm angry.
Or, rather, I could write when I'm angry, but only bile-filled screeds. [Note: This phrase is of course a cliche, and also, how would one fill a screed? I imagine a gravy boat of nasty-looking liquid, ready to be poured... And what is a screed, exactly, except a receptacle for bile? I consult the Concise OED: n. 1. long speech or piece of writing, typically a tedious one. 2. a layered level of material (e.g. cement) applied to a floor or other surface. Well, one sees how the bile gets into 2, at least. 1 is dodgier.]
[The Dog of the House sighs in a long-suffering way, and hides her eyes.]
So, anyway, today I am twitchy-shouldered and angry at the smallest and largest things, and I am finding it very hard to work on revisions of a novel which is at once high-comic around the edges and also rather emotionally fraught. So, I self-medicate.
a) Breathe deep
the gathering gloom.
b) Pet the Dog of the House, who accepts these attentions with a weary patience.
c) Wash the dishes.
d) Spend fifteen minutes dancing around the house whilst listening to old, old music.
e) Write this silly post.
And now I return to high comedy and emotional fracas with my spirits renewed -- but first, I send the best of good thoughts your way, without anger.
|Date:||September 8th, 2008 11:27 pm (UTC)|| |
Pours you a restorative glass of Viogner.
L, bless you! Tomorrow is recycling day, and although I don't have any Viognier (or any drinkable wine), your comment reminded me that I needed to dump the dregs of spoilt Vouvray and toss the bottle. ;-)
|Date:||September 8th, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC)|| |
"Bile-filled screed" is an excellent phrase, regardless of its meaning! :-)
"Screed" has a nice quality of onomatopoeia, too, when used in the context of rage. :-)
Hugs hugs sans anger, Gwynne!
|Date:||September 9th, 2008 12:49 am (UTC)|| |
Dancing around the house does have its benefits! :)
Here's to banished anger, patient pets and good writing!
And here's to a good Tuesday, coming fast on our heels! :-)
Screed. It has a voice of its own and imagery to match.
Screed sounds like it *should* be another word for bile...
(hugs you tight) Yay for you and renewed spirits!
K! [hugs you]
I agree -- "screed" and "bile" just go together. It fits, it fits. ;-)
[hugs you again] Happy Tuesday!
Dancing is always therapeutic to my mind.And washing dishes should have filled you with a feeling of virtue to help offset the anger (unless of course, "righteous anger," in which case ignore previous comment).
offer virttual bubbly as balm to a frazzled soul.
Dancing really is therapeutic. [nods] I'm also trying to let myself sit down occasionally and do nothing but listen to music, rather than having it as background to other activity. Breathe, breathe, breathe...
[hugs and bubbly to you and yours] I hope your Tuesday is a good one!
Today I renewed myself by alphabetizing part of the art section. There were other, more important, things I could (and should) have been doing, but they wouldn't have been as satisfying.
I love 'twitchy-shouldered'.
The world is better when you can create order out of chaos. Yes! [applauds you and your alphabetizing]
[sends major, major hugs] Am sending good thoughts your way, S!
My goodness, I missed this! How on earth...
Your anger, whatever it is, is TOTALLY LEGIT. (Just in case you need some validation.) I wish it speedy resolution.
I'm not entirely sure the anger was legit, but boy, it was there. ;-)
Hugs hugs, F! Happy Sunday!