Journal

The Boney King Of Nowhere

Impatience

As you know I’ve been busy doing nothing. Well, almost nothing. I’ve caught up on some television programmes and finished up my first round of Valkyria Chronicles. But otherwise, I’ve mostly been resisting the urges to write some short piece that I’ll throw away soon enough, edit Bukit Merah, make any commitments on the next project, and think about more submissions (the last of which I admit are more superstitious than anything).

That’s not to say that I’ve not had any new ideas. Plenty, in fact. An embarrassment of riches, I think is the fancy sort of term they use for a situation like this. It’s remarkably difficult to tell myself to wait and see, because when they start appearing, they just seem to be leaping around, gesticulating frantically, trying to get you to dive into that new project. My experience with my ideas is that most of them turn out to be bad, so I’m not supposed to believe them initially. The ones that survive a gruesome natural selection-type process tend to be the better ones, so the only thing I can do, really, is wait.

But it’s difficult.

Still, it’s not that I have anything even whole to work with. A couple of days ago, I said something about everything failing to come together. It’s still not any closer to that, so I’m pretty sure that if I dive in now it’ll be a total mess. I think the only thing I can do in the meantime is to keep jotting away on my notebook and hope that it sorts itself out eventually. It always does.

Postcard Books

These books look very interesting. [via The Book Bench] I’ll probably keep them on some shopping list somewhere.

There There

I went to watch the video of Radiohead’s There There. (The Boney King Of Nowhere.) yesterday for some reason. [via YouTube]

One of my favourite Radiohead songs, so it’s a little surprising (to me, at least) that I’d never seen the video before. Strangely, it’s quite similar to how I’ve always pictured it, except, instead of an animated Thom Yorke, it’s always been a little girl in a pretty frock running around in a forest full of shadows and living trees and the like. Kind of Alice-like I suppose, but with something of a twist. The big Wicked Witch of the West-type figure, of course, being the Boney King of Nowhere.

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