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Decisions, decisions

So, Thursday morning stares at me again, and I’m again wondering what the heck to talk about. It’s not like there isn’t plenty of writing news, but Amanda does that better than me. Sarah does the rants and the how to write stuff better than me. Dave does… just about everything better than me. Chris does nice stuff better than me (to be fair to me, this really isn’t saying much. Just about everyone does nice stuff better than me).

On top of that, I’ve been consumed by such things as what is reasonable when it comes to getting stucco redone on a house, documenting every visit to the bathroom for the mortgage people, and watching the closing date creep ever closer. Oh, and meeping a lot. I think it’s obligatory when buying one’s first home to meep a lot.

The writer brain is rather tired these days. Still there is some good stuff out there. Those who are interested in the intersection of creativity, myth and neurology might like to take a trip over to A course in demonic creativity which isn’t quite what it sounds like (“demon” here is actually “daimon” or “daemon” approximately equivalent to “muse” without the sappy modern connotations). The author takes the view that you can view it as a neurological synergy or a supernatural being dedicated entirely to you – or anything in between.

I’ve also been skittering through reading The Better Angels of Our Nature which has a whole lot of thumbnail data on what people thought was normal in different eras of history – as well as being an interesting read. It’s a big book, and getting read in the gaps between everything else, so it will take me a while to finish this one.

This is a dangerous time, when I don’t have enough energy or time to write much but I read when I can, and weird stuff happens. Next thing I know there’ll be a stucco monster terrorizing a tiny rural con or something equally bizarre.

So, to prevent me inflicting uber-weird on poor innocent MGCers, what should the next blog post series be about? I can ramble at length on a whole lot of topics, but obviously writing related and with some kind of vague relevance to my areas of semi-expertise would be best. Not too related though. You really don’t need the software tester’s guide to writing (although weirdly, there are some interesting synergies there).

No promises, except that I will think about any suggestions.

  1. Isn’t it strange, the way we writers twist perfectly ordinary activities into book plots?

    Take buying a house. I understand Sarah’s got newlyweds discovering a corpse in their newly purchased attic. Now you . . . could be hilariously scary, any time you have a character in the market for a house.

    Hmm, a realtor trying desperately to sell a haunted house . . .

    March 1, 2012
    • Kate Paulk #

      Pam, I think it’s writer-normal.

      I’m still going to meep intermittently until the mortgage is signed and we’ve moved in.

      March 1, 2012
  2. First-time homebuyers are permitted to meep at will. It’s in the Warranties and Indemnifications section of the mortgage paperwork, near the bottom. At least it was in mine. As an added bonus you are allowed to suddenly rush up the stairs, freeze with boggled gaze, and then run back down again just like cats do.

    I never found any dead bodies on my property but I thought I might, clearing out the 1935-era shed. It took me a year. We did have to go dowsing to find the septic tank, though, since nobody who knew where it was was still alive.

    March 1, 2012
    • Kate Paulk #

      Thank you! My eyes crossed several times while each of the various paperwork monsters we’ve signed got explained.

      Rushing up and down stairs is out. Between an ankle that never completely recovered from being broken (and possibly me then driving 1500 miles before getting treatment) and that knee being somewhat the worse for wear these days, stairs are usually a matter of “ow ow [cuss words deleted] ow ow”. The boggled gaze, that’s happening.

      If there are any bodies on this place they’re very well hidden. The +6 Man-Cave of Macho (aka the shed of sheds) will probably protect us from any further trauma. Once it’s ours, of course.

      March 1, 2012
  3. Try building your own house. Meeping is pretty much obligatory as a warm up phase.

    March 3, 2012
    • Kate Paulk #


      That’s not meeping. That’s hiding under the desk emitting frequent “eek” noises.

      March 3, 2012
    • I don’t meep. I run in circles screaming and shouting.

      March 3, 2012

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