I feel strange because I've been doing a lot of writing-related intensive thinking and yet I don't have much to say about it.
First, I've been thinking about my career. In 2011, I transitioned from laboratory research to science writing, and I have been very happy in my job. At the same time, I need to figure out where I go now. I've been looking into the possibility of more schooling to study journalism or communications ($20K to $45K - yikes), and I've been thinking more deeply about what my long term objectives are.
I've been working on CyberLama. I continue to write it in 3rd person, and currently everything is happening in chronological order. I'm not sure if I will keep it that way, but it sure was a pain to move everything around. I won't be happy if I decide to rearrange it all again, but this is the writing life!
What's Peanut eating? A cotton ball. Didn't swallow.
March 21, 2009
I have tried my best to be a good friend to you, and I assure you that this is still my primary motivation. The more you tell me about this experiment that you are participating in, the more I worry for you. What this doctor is trying to accomplish is the stuff of fairy tales and curses. It is the punishment for those who ask for too much. It is like Frankenstein or Dracula—the classic horrors that we can only tolerate because we know that they are not real. No one can imagine what this sort of existence will be like. You will be forced to experience life on a completely different magnitude with more sadness and more anger than a typical person would experience. Life as you know it will be on a different scale. I do not mean to seem pessimistic, but I am also not one to lie and say that life is always full of peace and joy. What we experience is what we can endure, no more, no less. I beg you to rethink this decision.