A bad beginning

The sickness remains. I went to my early morning classes and then decided I really needed to get some rest, so I came home and slept for a while, woke up and read some books, then went back to sleep for another long while. I seem to get sick every few months and it usually is the same kind of sickness (cough/sore throat), and it usually lasts a week. And tomorrow will be one week now, so hopefully the magic still works this time. :) The weird thing is that usually I completely lose my voice, too. But instead I have a nice bass, great for singing in the shower. :)

I read an interesting pamphlet by Peter Briscoe entitled Reading the Map of Knowledge: The Art of Being a Librarian. He talks about being well-read: "In general, half of the knowledge of any given subject is contained in one or two dozen groundbreaking or synthesizing works. The other half is contained in thousands of books and articles.... The trick of being 'well read' is to read the great books in a variety of subjects..." (p. 11) He also says that "the most important thing a librarian does is help people find good books to read," with which I wholly agree.

I also read The Bad Beginning, the first Lemony Snicket book in A Series of Unfortunate Events. Snicket's style grew very old very quickly and I had to force myself to finish it (thankfully it was only 162 small pages long). Not my thing.

I've been rewriting "Too Late." Apparently I never really revised the stories I wrote before my mission, because this seems to be a first-time experience. :) In some ways I can tell that the story is getting better, but in others I have no idea if it is or if it's actually getting worse. Whichever way the shadow falls, it's a fun work. Hair-pulling in a way, but fun. I'm only just beginning to sense the limitless opportunities and possibilities of fiction.