The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Monday, September 03, 2007

About Time

I have been feeling all weekend like the news was all bad. Perhaps that is due to all the crap happening in the world. It could also be because I'm trying to rewrite a novel I'm not sure can be rewritten. I'm not one of those writers who enjoys rewriting. I understand it is a necessary evil of being a writer. Yes, evil. (Okay, maybe not evil.) But when I don't get it right by about the fourth rewrite, I feel as though I have failed the characters, the story—and mi familia because I'm not bringing home the veggie bacon. It's all crushing to my ego. Plus my clothes are all too tight. Yes, I know; I promised I would never complain about gaining weight. And I won't. And Mario got a weird bug bite I've been obsessing over all weekend. I've started to wonder if any of the cognitive and behavioral work I've been doing is helping me at all. Mario assures me I haven't been quite as anxiety-ridden as usual. For instance, I was able to sleep through most of Saturday and Sunday nights. Times past when Mario was sick or had anything wrong with him, I couldn't sleep until he was better.

It is so fun to be me.

*sigh*

Anyway, I saw this article which says Americans are more liberal now than they have been in a generation. (What is a "generation"? Is that twenty years?) It cheered me up considerably.

That and the crickets I listened to for a while tonight, under the trees, in the darkness. They're very soothing. As long as they're outside. One cricket in the house that you can't find is not particularly soothing.

Last night I dreamed I could see dead people.

Apropos of nada.

Here's the chart: