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Aug. 4th, 2025 10:27 amNot much going on – I finished an issue of Psychology Today last night and it had a lot of interesting stuff in it. Their stuff is at a level where lay folk can understand it. This one had stuff about the new variant of LSD that doesn’t cause hallucinations but may be a major positive for those with schizophrenia, an interview with a guy who does the crystallized cicada pictures and deals with heretofore unseen colors, seven points about communicating with children, and so on. I found an interesting explanation of why we humans start out trying to control everything to the point that we take on responsibility for things that aren’t ours to own – children are small, so they feel powerless in the world of much bigger humans and other stuff. I’d never made that connection before.
I’m in a novel called Indispensable. I wrote the opening conundrum a long time ago (get used to this, folks, I’m digging through some old stuff), and I got some new directions upon giving it some thought. I don’t know that this one will come together (my brain is filling in, “Right now, over me”) fast or slow, there’s a lot to juggle in it, and I also have no idea how long it’ll be – I’m thinking novelette length at the least.
I’m of course listening to books, a couple of them romances from authors I’ve read before. I run into stuff talking about how someone in the book’s main couple hasn’t kissed anyone for six months and it’s written like that’s a long slog through the Gobi desert, but my brain responds with “So? You’re going to have to go longer than that to impress me. A six month kiss (or anything else more intense) hiatus has been the normal thing in my life, almost always more than that. And these characters aren’t sex-crazed teenagers (oops, that was redundant, wasn’t it) or twentysomethings, these are people with established careers and huge amounts of life experience; well, okay, not mine, because my life experience contains long swaths of me going unnoticed.
Yeah, I may be a tad grumpy today. C’est la vie
I’m in a novel called Indispensable. I wrote the opening conundrum a long time ago (get used to this, folks, I’m digging through some old stuff), and I got some new directions upon giving it some thought. I don’t know that this one will come together (my brain is filling in, “Right now, over me”) fast or slow, there’s a lot to juggle in it, and I also have no idea how long it’ll be – I’m thinking novelette length at the least.
I’m of course listening to books, a couple of them romances from authors I’ve read before. I run into stuff talking about how someone in the book’s main couple hasn’t kissed anyone for six months and it’s written like that’s a long slog through the Gobi desert, but my brain responds with “So? You’re going to have to go longer than that to impress me. A six month kiss (or anything else more intense) hiatus has been the normal thing in my life, almost always more than that. And these characters aren’t sex-crazed teenagers (oops, that was redundant, wasn’t it) or twentysomethings, these are people with established careers and huge amounts of life experience; well, okay, not mine, because my life experience contains long swaths of me going unnoticed.
Yeah, I may be a tad grumpy today. C’est la vie