sick. no nano for me this year. trying very hard to keep up with work; in my downtime plodding on with jean-jacques rousseau. the utter prat.
and this too is a theme. word of the day is reading my mind.
We are social creatures to the inmost centre of our being. The notion that one can begin anything at all from scratch, free from the past, or unindebted to others, could not conceivably be more wrong. -Karl Popper, philosopher and a professor (1902-1994)
thank you, wordsmith.org. and i am now inspired enough to tackle that piece that has been both frightening me and pressuring me. (well, it’s frightener #2; frightener #1 we are putting aside for a much longer time, that will take research as well as a deep breath and a steady hand.)
bad weather and too much day-job is greying out everything else. you know things are bad when you start to want to press and hang curtains. it’s all making me grumpy and grouchy and keeping me yet again from writing.
but in better news: bit the bullet and booked paris. (how many bs can i get in a sentence? if only i was setting this in brussels, or brazil, or brooklyn.) so now on to thinking about how best to utilize my brief time there. this, of course, is number one:
the hôtel de sens, one of the first paris buildings that made my little head spin with possibilites. and now home to the forney art library, bonus! my room is very close to it, the better to grovel with the forney’s staff for as much access as possible.