I was clicking through Reader and muttering curses in the direction of blogs which hadn't been updated in a while... and realized mine wasn't exactly thriving either, so here I am.
All my recent writing has been for NaNoWriMo, and even that slowed down considerably once this new job kicked in. Maybe it was bound to slow down anyway - I've reached that place in the book where I need to tap beyond narratorial skill into more murky waters.
I met a woman yesterday. Listening to her talk about food set off instant flags in my head. There was this light in her eyes when she spoke about surviving on honey and water for a month. She lost eleven kilos, she said. The other people at the table didn't express alarm - why should they? She seemed perfectly healthy, and she cited research that she'd done indicating that this was a certified diet. There's no conviction like that of a delusional person.
She took me back to where I'd been, a few years ago, back when I first thought of this story. It's a lonely place to be in - if everyone agrees with your delusions, how are you meant to snap out of it? I should meet her every day, I'd definitely get the kick in the butt I need to finish off my book.
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