All those stories in such a very small space
All those words in megabytes being held somewhere
You just have to figure out which story you want to read today.
Which piece of information is the one that will explain what you need to know today.
All these stories, all this information, at the tip of your fingers
Who invented the Internet? What would we do without it?
We can now learn it all and meet everyone we might never meet
Just because of the juxtaposition of all these things that we can’t even
Reaching out and touching each other
I apologize for not blogging at all last night. I’ve been really tired at night, and I didn’t take nearly as long as I would have to go to sleep. It’s kind of confusing. I’ve had insomnia for probably 25 years, but since this last surgery, all I want to do is sleep–day or night. I’m trying to regain my writing mojo, but my favorite writing time is night. The two goals are contradictory, and I’ve noticed that my body simply takes over and takes me to la-la land.
I’m finally starting to read more. Remember I said I want to read And Again: A Novel . It’s kinda sci-fi, but kinda not. It’s more about the people involved in the work and the world, although the technology has got me intrigued. What the people are allowed to take with them in the way of memories, feelings, and talents is not what you might expect.
The underlying question is whether I’d give up the body I have now to remove all the physical problems in this body. Are these people truly healed? One thing that made me uncomfortable was that an artist was able to paint a technically perfect painting, but she believed her muse had left her. And any artist knows that without your muse, you are lost. Even though some days I do indeed feel like my muse is gone after these surgeries, I would never willingly make a choice to be separated from my muse. That would break my heart.
I’m still trucking, so a review will be forthcoming. I’m excited to share the book with you.