Journal

Natural State

Sadness

Just yesterday, I became rather sad at some random thing and it kicked me into the next gear. It always happens that way. I just get hurt or upset or unhappy about some… thing, and I start to write. It probably isn’t related, it probably is, but all the same, the energy just goes into the whole writing thing.

I suppose the natural state of imagination for me is just that. It’s that sadness. That unhappiness. That bad mood. I think figuring out how to channel it into something that wasn’t emo nonsense probably took a bit of experience, but ever since, my writing has come to depend partly on such bursts of energy. It’s kind of a morbid way to look at it, I suppose.

Okay, let’s not. Let’s just say that it’s therapeutic.

Brr.

But I wanted to tell you this because I got to scribble down (well, figure of speech, since I really typed it out) some fragments of the new project and it all looked promising.

Kurosawa Revisited

They’re restoring Kurosawa films for screening. [via The Envelope - LA Times] Such news makes me happy.

Roth Reviews

The reviews of Roth’s Indignation are coming in. Here’s one you might be interested in reading (the Michiko Kakutani one). [via The New York Times] Somehow they kind of put a damper on my spirits. Oh well, I’ll just pick it up when it hit paperback then.

Not So Tough

I crashed a lit lecture yesterday, and it really wasn’t all that bad. And today’s the last day of school before the mid-term break. Let’s get it out of the way first.

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