Wednesday, June 18, 2008
South Central Rain
Last night in my dreams my eyeballs were peeling. It made things hard to see, almost like looking at the world through smoked glass or tears.
My creative limbo is still whirling around me; a bad spell, this one. Even reading my favorite writers hasn't kick-started me.
I have been re-reading a lot of fantasy. I reread The Naming BY Alison Croggon. Croggon is a poet with an expansive body of work. Her fiction is also pretty brilliant. I love when poets write fiction.