a big fricken wall of writer’s block make of interpretable evil crap that makes me sit here and stare at the screen. I grabbed a book of the shelf yesterday and decided just to read a bit. I have a bad habit anymore, of buying books and letting them sit on a shelf or table for months before I bother to read them. I used to go through a book a week easily, but it’s like there’s not enough time to do that now. I’m having serious mixed feelings about this one, its got some elements that I like, but it’s too similar to some other things and the use of italic for the words in their language really gets old. However it has jarred something loose in my head. We’ll see how it goes today while I sit with the laptop open and words start to magically appear on the screen.