I’ve just got back from time on the Olympic Peninsula with Kelley, my sister Anne and her sweetie Eric. I did nothing. For three days.
Well, okay, I wandered about near the water (Hood Canal) and ate a lot, and sat in the window seat of our room staring at the water and the mountains. Then I ate some more. Stared some more. Had a drink in the bar.
Most of the staring time was spent being perfectly blank. But I did a little thinking, too, mainly about Hild. Once Anne and Eric go back to the UK I’ll be tackling my novel with renewed energy and a clearer sense of purpose. (That is, Hild’s purpose. I think I can now make the whole religion thing work structurally. No, I’m not ready to talk about it. Yes, that does make me a tease.)
So here’s another tease for you: lots of people have bemoaned the fact that there’s no Janes Plane video. Well, there is. I now have it on my hard drive…
Nicola Griffith 
That is one stare-worthy view, but of course I’m delighted to hear writing-type thinking got done too.
That window seat sounds/looks perfect. Can’t wait to see that video! You are going to let us see it, right?
Welcome back. I envy you the view. You are going to let us see the video, right?
Time and applied ethicsMeasure out the dazeWhile I have amplifiedBoth inner and outer gaze.To blank the page, to stop that moving finger that traces our stage, oh devil blink your eye and see by not.Like a road without lines . . .Well welcome back.
The window seat was practically perfect–and handily set up right by the kettle and tea things (and a little table for those times when I couldn’t even be bothered to make my own tea and phoned room service).The video… Well, two things need to happen. I need to get over my embarrassment (sigh) and I need to learn to edit. (Amazingly–well, I’m amazed–it turns out I’ve never had occasion to edit before. I didn’t know I didn’t know how; I’d never thought about it.) The only programme I can get to play the file is Windows Media, and I have no clue how to use that to edit stuff.Any suggestions?
Blank time for a writer I guess is a lot like negative space for a photographer. It’s essential to the subject.
I miss the ocean and/or Lake Michigan — horizonless seas and water in general seems to add its flow to the mulling process.