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hmpfI want to reread so many of my favourites (The Lord of the Rings, and Gene Wolfe's entire solar cycle, most of all, at the moment). I just finished the last of the Short Sun books in the latter cycle, and they've left me with a strong desire to start again at the beginning of the twelve-volume series to see how it all reconfigures with the knowledge of the later books. But there are so many new books I want to read, too. Not to mention so many I want to buy. Arrgh. Where to find the time/money/space? Money's actually the smallest problem - used books are usually so cheap that even I can afford them. Space is the bigger problem, really... And time (although hey, I have a loooong commute... nearly three hours total per day!)
In other news, I'm still kinda trying to write a novel myself, although that's still a patently ridiculous statement, considering I'm all of 850 words in and have already decided to scrap most of the landscape description so far because the world has shifted a lot in my head since I started writing. (From at least partly semi-arid to something a lot more wet and green, also probably a lot colder, and possibly with a rather different diurnal cycle.) I'm actually taking a break from the writing itself now, because I need to do some research and some serious worldbuilding before I can continue to really think about plot. To do this well, I suspect I need to get a better idea of geology and climatology; and biology, esp. botany as well. Not quite sure how to do that... Head over to the local university library and just read a bunch of introductory textbooks, for starters?
The other big thing in my life is the same as always: I miss people terribly yet am unable to take any measures to fix this. Half the time I kind of want to send everyone e-mails or postcards that say "I miss you", but what would be the good of that? The fact that I've essentially been working fulltime plus X since February doesn't help, of course.
I think of you, many of you, every night.
In other news, I'm still kinda trying to write a novel myself, although that's still a patently ridiculous statement, considering I'm all of 850 words in and have already decided to scrap most of the landscape description so far because the world has shifted a lot in my head since I started writing. (From at least partly semi-arid to something a lot more wet and green, also probably a lot colder, and possibly with a rather different diurnal cycle.) I'm actually taking a break from the writing itself now, because I need to do some research and some serious worldbuilding before I can continue to really think about plot. To do this well, I suspect I need to get a better idea of geology and climatology; and biology, esp. botany as well. Not quite sure how to do that... Head over to the local university library and just read a bunch of introductory textbooks, for starters?
The other big thing in my life is the same as always: I miss people terribly yet am unable to take any measures to fix this. Half the time I kind of want to send everyone e-mails or postcards that say "I miss you", but what would be the good of that? The fact that I've essentially been working fulltime plus X since February doesn't help, of course.
I think of you, many of you, every night.
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Date: 2014-05-14 07:27 pm (UTC)Why can't we just be paid to read for a living? (Life is SO UNFAIR, right?)