musings on life

Very sick today. It seems I'm very allergic to the neighbor's cat. Almost like a mild flu, or a nasty hangover, today was all about getting well. Tea, as it turns out, makes me sick to my stomach when in  the throes of an attack like this. But, coffee makes me feel much better.

Strange how the body works.

The planet is covered in life. All life needs to generate some kind of caloric conversion to stay alive. The furnace of life needs fuel. Plants convert sunshine, air, water, and minerals into sugars via photosynthesis. Nearly, completely alien to the needs of the animal kingdom.

What if...

I LOVE those words. "What if..." is the jumping off point for all art. What if I could represent this person's visage with these oil paints? What if I could convey, by written words, the struggles of life in my home town, decades ago. What if I arrange these musical notes in this order?

What if we find life on other planets that satisfy their 'caloric' needs in a completely unthought of way? Well, the universe offers light, solids, liquids, gases, and combinations of those basics as converted by some other form of life. But...

What if... we find a form of life that meets its caloric needs through the transition of methane from liquid to gaseous states? It would probably be a very small, cow-like grazer, living on a place like Titan, the largest moon of Saturn. I can imagine such an animal being on a bacterial scale. And, it might not use  DNA at all! That would be a discovery that would set the world on its end.

Somebody get the Cassini people on the phone.

Kurt

self portrait

Hello. This is me.

Kurt

new world order

Although my primary job is to write and rewrite, and generate stories for you, I am going to try to post a little something, anything, here on this blog on a more daily basis.

So, today, I am about a third of the way through the second draft of the fourth book of the Wealdland Stories: Legends of Haergil and Conniker's Tale. 

The next book I'll be working on, Berand the Fool, keeps tugging at my imagination. I am taking lots of notes, but will hold off on the first draft until I get Legends of Haergill squared away. I have tried writing two books at once, and it doesn't work for me.  One always gets neglected, and sometimes ideas get duplicated.

I have a feeling, however, that the first draft of Berand the Fool will surge out of my head like a tsunami. I have thought about making it a NaNoWriMo project, but that never works, either, because the holidays inevitably intrude and must be attended. 

National Novel Writing Month must have been started by a modern day Scrooge who hated his family, otherwise, why set the project in November? 

I can just see some bent over crone cackling, "Let's ruin the holidays by making as many writers as we can write a novel! Hahahah. But, December will be too obvious! No! Let's set it up in November! And that way, when they fail, as they all do, it will ruin not only Thanksgiving, but Christmas and New Year's as well! aHAhahAhAHA!!!"

cheers,

Kurt