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katiefooleryIt's so hot! Why must it be so hot? Why must it be so hot at quarter past ten at night, when all good sunrays should have gone to bed?
If Weatherzone is to be believed, it's still 30° celsius (86°F) at the moment and we can look forward to a 42° (107.6°F) day tomorrow.
Oh joy.
It'd be fine if our "repaired" air-conditioner worked. There'd be no complaints whatsoever from here. We'd just whack the air-con on and refuse to step outside unless someone felt like paying us several thousand dollars to do so. Alas, the air-con doesn't actually work, despite being "repaired". So I guess we just have to look forward to sweating off another couple of kilos tomorrow. Or maybe we should go and spend the day with friends who have air-conditioning.
Come to think of it, my Timothy's parents have air-con and a huge TV. Maybe they'd feel like a visit?
Despite the all-encompassing heat, I've been thinking about my first-person narrative theory and I've come to the inescapable conclusion that my most successful (ie. award-winning or commended) stories of the past few years have almost all been told from a first-person perspective. I also think they were my most enjoyable stories, too. Alas, I still haven't worked out how to turn Black Fiddle from third to first person. It needs something extra; a new dimension or aspect... anything! It just needs something that will inspire me to get back to it and to turn it into a working novel. I get the feeling that the only way I'm going to find this indefinable something is by actually getting around to that second draft.
I could almost be inspired to start it if it weren't so damn hot.
If Weatherzone is to be believed, it's still 30° celsius (86°F) at the moment and we can look forward to a 42° (107.6°F) day tomorrow.
Oh joy.
It'd be fine if our "repaired" air-conditioner worked. There'd be no complaints whatsoever from here. We'd just whack the air-con on and refuse to step outside unless someone felt like paying us several thousand dollars to do so. Alas, the air-con doesn't actually work, despite being "repaired". So I guess we just have to look forward to sweating off another couple of kilos tomorrow. Or maybe we should go and spend the day with friends who have air-conditioning.
Come to think of it, my Timothy's parents have air-con and a huge TV. Maybe they'd feel like a visit?
Despite the all-encompassing heat, I've been thinking about my first-person narrative theory and I've come to the inescapable conclusion that my most successful (ie. award-winning or commended) stories of the past few years have almost all been told from a first-person perspective. I also think they were my most enjoyable stories, too. Alas, I still haven't worked out how to turn Black Fiddle from third to first person. It needs something extra; a new dimension or aspect... anything! It just needs something that will inspire me to get back to it and to turn it into a working novel. I get the feeling that the only way I'm going to find this indefinable something is by actually getting around to that second draft.
I could almost be inspired to start it if it weren't so damn hot.
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on 2006-01-21 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-01-22 03:49 am (UTC)Then again, I was the moron who stayed up until 5am on MSN cos I had nothing better to do.