Morning Junk
My mother woke me up at the ungodly hour of... 4.5 hours after I fell asleep, namely 7 AM, this morning. The hour itself is quite nice, but feeling like my brain is half misfiring and my eyes are going to fall out of my head is pretty shitty. I laid down to go back to sleep, but between the bright ass light shining in my face unless I smothered myself with my comforter (have I mentioned lately how I hate natural light in my bedroom?) and the odd and somewhat disturbing thoughts that kept surfacing--a guarantee of fucked up dreams--I decided to tough it out and get back on the 9 PM to 5 AM sleep train tonight.
So I read the first 85 pages of Foundation last night. Interesting book, for reasons I can't really explain; I don't necessarily agree with the sentiment 'violence is the last resort of the incompetent' or however that quote goes because it is typical holier than thou intellectual crap, but at least the story is interesting. Maybe I'll write later just why that quote is, in fact, crap.
The Yankees and Braves play today at the same time, so I guess I'll be watching NY unless they start losing badly, at which point I'll watch my Braves. I'm predicting that Kevin Brown gives up at least four runs in the first half of the game, for the record. No predictions on the Braves because I don't watch them play enough to even really know the team. Andruw Jones played well in the games I saw, as did Chipper, and apparently Smoltz is wounded... that's the extent of my 2005 Braves knowledge.
You know what's sad? That the Yankees got spanked really bad by the Devil Monkeys (Devil Rays, if you must), 3 games out of 4, and now the Devil Rays are getting crushed by Minnesota. The scores were 1-7 and 1-8 the last two games. Now, it's possible the Devil Monkeys just played competently vs the Yankees and the Yankees kept fucking up (which they assuredly did) to complicate matters, but it doesn't seem to bode well for my team. Minnesota is 2nd in AL Central, behind the White Sox who seem to be kicking total ass so far (23-7, best in baseball), so this might all mean nothing, but it certainly doesn't say anything good about the NYY series at Tampa.
I'd dearly love to write some fiction this morning; maybe I'll do some shorts to try character development or rough out the hows and whys of my setting. Then again... remember how I wrote in my last post about writing how outlining helps keep a piece, well, not suck? I think I may take it too far when I write fiction. I'm loathe to write 40,000 words and then figure out, oh, shit, I need to make
this small but crucial change... and now the last 80+ hours of my writing life need to be reevaluated! I much prefer to figure out the framework and rules of the world in which I'm writing beforehand so I don't have to change, or entirely rewrite, a large hunk of prose. However, it becomes a handicap and not a foundation when I spend so long on trying to figure out what the hell my world is that I never get to the writing part.
That's about all I can think of to say this morning. Have a good day? I'll be back to bitch about or sing the praises of the Yankees around 2:30, probably.
