to be alive at all

I am struck by ideas most often when I am trying to sleep. This is because “when I am trying to sleep” is the only time of the day I am doing one single thing. Usually, I’m reading, on my laptop, reading on my laptop, listening to music, cooking, and trying to catch my bus. Tonight, however, I’m thinking about the Olympics.

I’m thinking about my half-baked idea called Hopeful, inspired mostly by the fact that the Vancouver Olympics are nearly two years away, and I don’t know if we’re going to get a The Games. (I remember a mid-90s teen sitcom about athletes training together that was less awesome, but here Wikipedia fails completely.)

Hopeful began life as a group of athletes, in a corporate-sponsored apartment building, training different events. Or a bobsled team living in a house, maybe. But not that bobsled team.

Lying in bed, trying to sleep, imagining 2010 when the Olympics make their way to my city, I think Hopeful is much more about me than I ever care to admit of my writing. I think it’s a story about the fans, and that’s not only because I don’t ski.

where do you wanna be in three years

In the last year, I’ve done a lot of ruthless cutting of old ideas, titles, snippets, and generally unfinishedness. Keeping very few and only the ones I know I can grow into something. I tried, before, ranking by priority to figure out what to work on at any one time. But that didn’t work then, and, with five classes, that really doesn’t work now. One project. That’s all I have space in my brain for. Until it’s done to a satisfying end, one project.

I decided on my one, today, during class, and laughed because I couldn’t remember the main character’s last name. A reread is in order.

How is it that there is so much Torchwood fic being posted, so much of it is Jack/Ianto, and none of it–NONE of it–is good? Doesn’t the law of averages say that I should have read something worth saving in the last week?

But as a philosopher said, one day after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, after all the scientific and technological achievements, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

Sargent Shriver, 1972
‘Cause it’s next. For we came out of the cave, and we looked over the hill, and we saw fire. And we crossed the ocean, and we pioneered the West, and we took to the sky. The history of man is hung on the timeline of exploration, and this is what’s next.
Sam Seaborn, “Galileo”