Ok. I've spent my whole Oud&Nieuw watching cat pictures on the interwebz. Let's call it a break I needed from the functional parts of my brain, and forget it.
But look what I found:
This, and a whole open archive of writer+cat pictures http://writersandkitties.tumblr.com/archive
Win + win.
I'm always interested to see where other writer's write. What their offices look like. Here's a site I found of some sci-fi and fantasy author offices:
I've been meaning to get this for a while now:
The Writer's Desk - Jill Krementz
Awesome. Gregory Frost writes like a boss http://www.whereiwrite.org/frost.php - a lot like my favorite position. So I look up and his birthday is in the first half of May, just like mine. Ohhhhh!
I so want that sofa-desk he's got.
I'm reading the last part, the exorcism diary, right now. It's taking some time because I have agreed to too many commitments lately and doing too many different things together but I like it. What I most love about Possessed it's that Allen made it extremely difficult to tell where the true story ends and the fiction begins. Of course he is very precise and analytical in his style: he seems very compelled in reporting the story rationally and sticking to the facts like a good journalist. He surely succeds in this, and that's what makes me skeptical. Reality as shared by a majority of people makes me skeptical.
On the other hand, the suspition that grows in me while approaching the end of the book - that the whole account might be a swindle, a huge publicity stunt for the Jesuits - draws my atttention to it, sucks my brains into the narration, so that's a bingo. The story is good for what I'm concerned, Allen has me totally with his dry recount.
Then you have all these priests and churches that give a nice gothic flavour to the whole thing. Oh, and the Catholic to Protestant differences of approach, something close to my own experiences as a Southern European migrated to the North (precisely at the Dutch Bible Belt's border) and back.
And it's being very useful for my research in dissociation/possession.
All in all, very positive.
You're given one word. You have one minute to write something based on that word.
Yeah, too much enthusiasm.
I positioned myself in God Speed Typing posture, clicked to make word appear.
Word was Champagne. Those very few times I drank real champagne lie so deep in my memory I might suppose it's a cavemen invention. By the way, I just typed typed typed without thinking, bubbles related nonsense. Speed was right though, so when I thought I'd written enough crap I stared at the screen, expecting metal claws come from under my laptop and trap my hands forever. But nothing happened, nothing was even ticking, and after the longest half minute of my whole life some little words appeared by a side, saying : Take your time, you can finish up you last sentence.
I can't even type fast.
