From becoms form and my form becoms forgotten as I spew screeds onto the screen. Back stiff, fingers numb, bum solidifies.... what the hell?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I have my erstwhile colleague vicki Grieves to thank for this. I read it while filling my face with bread and vegemite. I eat too much, and move too little. keep typing/editing/cutandpaste. i've had eye strain.
Noone ever mentioned the side of spending 12-16 hours a day on a tome.... my feet swell up! I've had airplane ankles!
How do you convey emotion, frenzy, stupidity overtiredness on a goddamm preformatted preset fixed font frame? Partly its paranoia - so my words don't get cut and pasted in some morons bloody plagiarised essay, or some clever dicks plagiarsied bloody thesis, but mostly - I wnat you to stumble and trip and slide through my slurring, slipping, striding, screaming missives, as I type them. Life is always more interesting in the cracks between stuff.