QOTD

They're not symbols, they're sodding zombies.
      --rysmiel

Digging in the dirt

I should be doing page-proofs. I know it and you know it.

Shhhhh.

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misia, it was your birthday recently. Belatedly, happy birthday!

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matociquala is thinking about the Singularity.

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So scott_lynch, in the course of accepting matociquala's dare, talks a little bit about the things got him started writing as a kid. It's an interesting question--why do we start writing, if it isn't some outside force compelling us? [ETA: like school assignments, I mean, not muses or other higher powers.] If creativity is like an engine, what turns it on? (Mind, I think this question is equally compelling in other media--I just can't answer it. I've got some technical competence in both music and art, but if the engines are there at all, they're cold and dark and nonfunctional.)

( An Annoying Autobiographical Interlude, as Stephen King says in DANSE MACABRE )

So the people responsible for getting me started are David Eddings, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Ursula K. Le Guin, Anne McCaffrey, Robert Heinlein, and Jane Yolen.

Now there's an elevator to be trapped in.