Actually, that was probably the only reason for this post. Lame, huh?
I felt a need to step away from my values/cornerstone class final-essay-thing for a second. I'm writing a short narrative from the perspective of Torvald Helmer (Ibsen's A Doll's House). I'm kind of enjoying it; it's virtually stress free, worth very few points, and only about a page and a half long. It's also the first thing I've gotten to write in a while that smacks of creativity. For someone who can't come up with a plot to save her life, I sort of like being given exercises that get me started.
Related; I am long overdue for a book shopping expedition. I'm not sure when I last set foot inside a Barnes & Noble, but it's been too long. Three books in particular which have climbed to the top of my wishful longings list:
By Ryu Mitsuse. Plato, Jesus Christ and Siddhartha star in what is supposedly, the greatest Japanese science fiction novel ever written.
Ok. That's all I've got. I'll be back soon.