Not much going on in cloudy, windy Scotland...other than relentlessly working on the Book That Could Be Crap. I'm halfway through the rewrite and have nuked lots of paragraphs and what-was-I-thinking sentences, but it's still too long. I've reached the point where my NaNo writing stopped and my "real" writing began; what I consider the best half. I'm worried there won't be a lot to chop. Maybe I wasn't kidding about War and Peace. Maybe the second half isn't as good as I think. Maybe I need a holiday. Buggers.
Saturday is the first day of Spring..!! That's a good thing. Unless you live in Edinburgh, then it just means the rain is a bit warmer and the wind blows from Norway not Siberia. It's nice to see the Snow Drops blooming everywhere, and in our garden the Daffs and Tulips are really starting to shoot up now.
This week I'm reading The Truth, by Terry Pratchett. Jan and I were laughing about this book the other day (she's reading it) and I couldn't resist getting a copy for myself. I sent her about a dozen of his books years ago and she's just getting around to reading them, though The Truth is more recent and I hadn't read it.
It's truly sad to think that someone with a mind so convoluted, intelligent and humorous like Terry Pratchett's will be lost to Alzheimer's. Think of the stories never to be told.
Here's an excerpt from the book that I really like:
There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty.
The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say "What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!
And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass), or who had no glass at all, because they were at the back of the crowd and failed to catch the barman's eye.
William was one of the glassless.
The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say "What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!
And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass), or who had no glass at all, because they were at the back of the crowd and failed to catch the barman's eye.
William was one of the glassless.
And so...what does your glass say about you?
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