Snow is predicted again for tonight. This is truly the strangest winter in my memory. As a kid I can recall several winters when it snowed, even up to a couple of inches accumulation, and times when the snow stuck around for a couple of days. This, however, will be the third measurable snowfall this season in this area. Very strange, Mr. Watson. Very strange, indeed. In the meantime, my wait for spring continues. Lots of trees and shrubs are beginning to bud, and the first daffodil bloomed on Sunday. They’re all very put out by the persistence of the cold and snow. I’m not sure what to tell them – hopefully they’ll make it through the latest bout of teh freezes without suffering too much damage. Spring will come, damnit, if I have to call her up from Hades myself.
Got little in the way of measurable work done on the novel yesterday. I have sheaves of notes lying around on my office floor, spread around me like an offering. I have notebooks filled with plot outlines. I feel like I am standing at a crossroads, only instead of four choices there are four thousand. Roads, possible directions, spreading out in infinite directions like the rays of the sun. More outlining done yesterday, and I’m heading back into Lucifer’s curiosity shop today, so we’ll see. Ever hopeful for a tiny light in the darkness around me to lead the way out of the forest.
An archeologist has recently discovered a temple complex in Turkey that appears to be approximately 11,500 years old. This is before agriculture, before towns, before even pottery, firmly still in the hunter/gatherer period. His theory is that everything we’ve ever imagined about the development of civilization is exactly backwards. We did not come together, form societies, and then decide to begin worshiping gods. Worshiping gods is what brought us together in the first place. Many, many implications here. Both my academic and my artistic minds are trying to wrap themselves around this. How much we have yet to discover about our development as a species. Fascinating.
Back to work. Or some reasonable facsimile thereof.
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