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August 6, 2009

Random haikus

Filed under: when natures strikes back, writer's block — iamza @ 5:34 pm

Snow falls: travelling

through cold night skies unaided,

no need of a ship.

. _._.

The northern lights: a

magneto-charged romance

between earth and sun.


October 31, 2007

This and that…

Filed under: the dandelion wars, the joy of life, writer's block — iamza @ 1:44 pm

It’s Halloween already! Good grief. Where did October go?

I have bulbs and roses ready to plant in the garden. Sadly, my garden has been sorely neglected over the summer, and it now more resembles a weedforest. I weeded a patch about a week ago, and chortled a bit at the thought that any bugs that haven’t already migrated south for the winter (not that they’d get very far without a bug ark of some description, given that there’s a sizeable channel of water between here and somewhere warm like, say, Spain) are probably even now writing to their local Bug MP about the problems of deforestation and desertification.

In other news, I am contemplating doing a nano-NaNoWriMo. It’s been ages since I last tried to write original fic. If I wrote 100 words a day for each day in November, that’d give me a 3000 word story. No, it’s not quite a novel, but it beats not writing anything.  

August 24, 2007

Writer’s block: Time travel

Filed under: the joy of life, writer's block — iamza @ 1:38 pm

If you could travel back in time to spend a day with someone, who would it
be and why?

Nobody. I think I spend too much time thinking about the past as it is, and I’d prefer to save my energy for something more useful, like planning for the future.

I’d like to travel into the future, though, to see how the world might look sixty, or a hundred, or even a thousand years from now. Will people be looking at this as the Stink/Pollution Age? Or will they think of us as living in a golden age, full of hope and wonder?

Then again, I remember watching James Cameron’s Aliens, and pitying Ripley because she’d slept through her daughter’s life. Here’s this woman who finally gets to sleep after an incredibly traumatic ordeal, and when she wakes, she finds herself trapped in a world she never wanted. Her family is gone, and she is alone. So, perhaps travelling to the future isn’t such a good idea. What if I can’t get home again?

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