Today I wrote a character going to a party, getting some PCP and jumping into the great big swimming pool of radical depersonalization. It was extremely fun to write, but I enjoy taking my characters to places they don't intend to go. Though, to be fair, this character signed up for more or less what she got.
In other news, I've got an art project to finish now. I think if I'm to balance the two impulses, art must come after writing. Doing the pixel-pushing thing is no sweat after I've been writing for a while, but trying to write after using the visual part of my brain for a bit simply doesn't work. I not only forget how to type, but putting words into sentences gets to be an insurmountable difficulty.
But you know what? At the moment, I am loving my novel so much.
I hope I'm not liking my book so much it's making ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
gregvaneekhout angry at his.
I've been hanging out in this park watching the other kids play for long enough that I know there will come a day when I'm certain that the novel I'm working on is made entirely from raw sewage, so I'm just going to bask in the love I feel right now. Also, I am doing art things.
- Music:Talking Heads - Drugs
A mountain cat, a small parrot, a crow and a coyote showed the first men -- who weren't really the first men but the first men that the gods felt they'd actually designed the right way -- the road to Paxil and Cayalá. It wasn't just corn that was there. They also found chocolate. The first fathers -- the four men -- were made entirely from corn-meal dough.
In the great Glaxo creation myth, a steady river of capitol flows from Paxil and Lacipil, and has since 1991. Before the time of the merging when Wellcome and Affymax and SmithKline Beecham all came together in a great confluence there was a home in Brentford, England. Paxil was created by the god SmithKline before the merging. The name does not translate to anything because these gods have long since abandoned the words of men in naming their creations.
- Music:Stuart A. Staples - Marseilles Sunshine
