My world is slowly collapsing, or perhaps it truly is expanding, everything at the same speed away from everything else. Soon I’ll be lonely either way.
I’m not sure what this means. Actually, I don’t think it means anything at all. I’m not really lonely.
I think I’m in a creative mood. I want to be writing science fiction. My thoughts have been turning to it more frequently lately. When this used to happen, I would actually write some. Now, I just think about writing it, or pick up whatever sci-fi book I’m reading and spend an hour or two. I can’t write it without reading it!
And I hardly ever get to read anymore. I did finish Robota. (Which is a book too, written by Orson Scott Card, despite the lack of evidence on the website. I guess it was Dough Chiang’s brainchild, and Card just wrote the text. If you google the title, you’ll find the movie trailer too, which looks pretty sweet.) And I’m working on a book now called The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm, by Nancy Farmer. I think it’s suppose to be a kids book, but it’s a kids book the same way A Wrinkle in Time is a kid’s book. I think KR loaned it to me.