"Foolery, sir, walks about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere." Feste, III.i. Twelfth Night
Monday, August 23, 2010
It's a wonderful distraction from the everyday muck that falls into one's lap. My writing has been on hold, but I think that I can at least finish the play this week. It's hard to focus your attention on something good when there is so much bad around you. Yet, I feel that falling into a world other than your own and learning about other people's struggles makes your life seem less...sad, I suppose. Neil Gaiman is wonderful for that. His writing is a magnificent cure for my situation.
It'll be ok, guys. Just send me some good karma. Lots of it. Please?