The fish, yoga, and vertigo

What has been different for me about this book is that I'm writing out of order and I am writing even when I don't know where the hell the story is going. A very different, unnerving sensation. A feeling of working without a net, much more so than when I wrote my other books: when writing those, I didn't attempt to start a scene until I knew how it ended.

The scene I was working on last November when my computer crashed and that I have resumed working on now is one of the last things that happens before the ice palace gets built. ( Some spoilers here, but it's the scene I'm going to be reading at Dreamhaven anyway )

The Schiavo case

I think that Congress's last-minute shenanigans to prevent Terri Schiavo's husband from removing the tubes are grand-standing and contemptible.

If anyone ever needs to know: if I am ever in a persistant vegetative state and the doctors agree there is no hope for recovery for me, and I haven't emerged after a year, I want the tubes removed. No, I wouldn't want to linger like that.

That is not life.