What a strange and uneventful day. Ended up not having to go into work today because of the complete lack of human activity downtown due to the game. Everything seemed a lot emptier. The roads less manic. The air a little clearer.

Spent the day looking for inspiration under the bed and in all the cabinets in the kitchen. Pulled myself away from the computer for as long as I could get away with, before returning to the exhausting task of proofreading and the trivial pursuits of the internet. Strange things on the internet - and Wikipedia and StumbleUpon are not helping. I mean, it used to take some genuine work - nay, skill - to fully lose yourself in time and space. Now, before I even know it, I've somehow gotten from 'serial comma' to 'Betamax' and I have no idea how. Hours of my life gone forever.

On the other hand, a little randomness never hurt anyone. Looking across the pages of 'Canvas' - jumping from red and white polka dots to palpable sexual tension (you can palp it!) over an uncomfortable phone call - I wonder if my work will be as easy to get lost inside. I KNOW what the big picture is, but will anyone else? Will they see that universe, that place? Will they become part of it? I want people to pick up a copy and stand there reading until they startle themselves back into reality. I want people to be able to sit down and spend the whole day with the book. I want people to really only exist inside their minds when they crack the spine.

I can imagine this is the desire of many fiction writers. Somehow though, it seems different.

The early morning has crept up on me again, and I can't keep myself in this bad habit of falling asleep when I'm waking up. It's really not good for my sense of direction or my balance. I have a few more thoughts, but they're running scared around the room, so I'll get to them tomorrow. Until then.

Oh, and my least favorite holiday of the year is neigh. Who is going to give Janice pretty things this 14th? Hint.