Day: January 11, 2011

The eleventh hour

Second verse, same as the first.

Today was all but indistinguishable from yesterday, beyond the panicked snow predictions for tomorrow. It’s snowing now, and they’re predicting anywhere from a foot to twenty inches, but I’m going to play it by ear and see how it looks in the morning. You know, before deciding this is the next blizzard to end all blizzards.

I suspect the weather will be just bad enough to make getting to work a hassle, but not bad enough to shut our office down entirely. Though, given that I was on vacation when our last snow day happened, I’m still sort of keeping my fingers crossed.

Writers on writing, teaching

Rachel Swirsky:

Anyway, writers are all frenetic bundles of experiences and influences. Might I have eventually realized how to improve my prose on my own? Probably. But would the stories I write be the same if I didn’t have Michael Swanwick in my head saying that all stories are a balance between dinosaurs and sodomy? Almost certainly not. [via]

Theodora Goss:

At the beginning of the semester, I tell my students that writing is a system of black squiggles that we use to conveying meaning. In other words, writing is itself, ab initio, an insane enterprise. And we go on from there.

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