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If eyes are the window to the soul, volcanoes are the window to the soul of the planet - or at least to the Earth's interior, which might very easily be the same thing, depending on your definitions. Very well: I define planetary interiors, with their various motion and stillnesses, their complex simplicities, their confusions, as souls.

Brought to you by "ways I am not in point of fact permitted to open my poster"...

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kaberett

So what actually happened was that yesterday I slept until 11.30, managed to stay awake until 1pm albeit on my back in bed, gave up, slept some more until 8pm, decided I was thoroughly bored of this shit and, er, kind of haven't slept again since...

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calissa

<3 You know, this might actually work in with a future story...

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calissa

Things are sounding like they're a bit of a challenge for you at the moment. *hugs* I hope the health and sleeping patterns manage to settle down soon.

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kaberett

I have Dealt With one of the dayjob-things that was stressing me the fuck out (by dint of writing about 100 words on it a day for the last week, then another 500 + diagrams today...), and am Making Progress on the other. I have hopes that the fexofenadine will flush itself out of my system Soon...

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calissa

Fingers crossed it does. How has the breathing been lately?

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steorra

I like it.

The soul is where the life is...

And now my mind is wandering off into other analogies, based on soul = life = blood, and the molten interior as the blood/life of the planet that on occasion spills out and clots and scabs and eventually is worn away.

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kaberett

Anti-histamine didn't help, but on the upside I haven't had any major exposures over the past few weeks largely because I've been barely leaving the house. This means that my next GP appt is going to include Fun And Games working out what the next step is...

Also, I seem to have decided it is time to have a nap. So! Nap. Nom nom nom nap. (I have done Several Of Thing wrt other big scary work wossname! I got a whole section of the poster filled in. Er. Of at least 7. And this was one of the easy bits. BUT HEY.)

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calissa

Every bit of progress counts (as I frequently remind myself when I'm discouraged with writing).

Enjoy your nap!

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inoru_no_hoshi

I like the imagery of this. :3 It may not suit a poster, but it does sound like it'd go somewhere interesting if one made a story of it!

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alexseanchai

+1 the story remarks. Unfortunately I kinda suspect it won't go with the selkie thing you told me about...

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silveradept

Poster, perhaps not. A talk related to such, though...

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davidgillon

This actually sounds like my standard sleeping pattern.

No, the medics don't like it. The Pain Clinic tends to describe it as my major issue, but at the moment I'm trying working around it rather than changing it. Admittedly this is easier when you aren't actually working.

Meanwhile, I adore your metaphor.

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kaberett

it also exists as a poem :-)

From:

davidgillon

Which I also like - though deeply jealous of poetical people as, despite calling myself a writer, my attempts at poetry always end up as doggerel :(

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kaberett

Good doggerel is a surprisingly rare thing! It must have been P-the-no-longer-unethical-to-date -- yes, it was P I recently had this conversation with, in fact about tube ads suggesting that people carry water with them -- we caught each other glowering at an ad, and launched into a lengthy discussion about how easy it would have been to make it NOT TERRIBLE.

The tag "a year in poems" is in use because - as discussed with Talis, actually! - poetry is part-craft, part-inspiration; and having convinced myself that only the stuff I wrote because it arrived and needed writ ("art is good if it has sprung from/is rooted in necessity") I decided (with the encouragement of

jjhunter to aim to write 50 poems this year, so that I can get over myself and get used to writing when the balance is shifted more towards effort. It's certainly an interesting experiment, I'm delighted by how much good material I'm getting out of it, and people seem to enjoy even the stuff I'm dubious about!

(My writing challenge for next year is, I think, going to be attempting to actually write fic that contains dialogue...)

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davidgillon

I didn't say it was good doggerel ;) Actually thinking about it, it's a scary time since I tried to write any poetry, may be interesting to give it a try and see if anything has changed.

The 'a year in poems' challenge is a good one, I set myself a wordage target and while I didn't hit 3000 words a day, I did do an awful lot more writing than I had otherwise been managing (averaged out as around 1500 words/day). Just need to get back into the rhythm post-LonCon.

My writing challenge is probably going to be fic that contains less dialogue, and actual description ;) I'm probably not as bad as I think, I did just finish WIP 1st draft with a scent-focused protagonist, but it could still use work.