I had had a few interesting conversations over the telephone today. One was with my mother and her wonderful mother. The other was with my brother. The later was unique, because my brother was attempting to choose a set of wind chimes, and thus was holding his cell phone up to each set in turn and disturbing them. Everyone should experience this at least once in a lifetime.

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My other thought for the day before I head to Malibu for beautiful music and emotional turmoil deals with writing. I picked up a book called Transformations, by Coral Berg, last night. I'm about half way through. My thought as a plow through this unique fantasy is the power of a particular technique. Basically, the richness of the story largely stems from the particular situation of the narator. A slave, who was once a powerful warrior on the spiritual plane. My thought here is how much interesting material can be derived from making an incredibly powerful character, and then stripping them of that power. I realize as I write this that I'm not putting this into words well. I guess I'll have to think about it more.

whenever I think I'm clever and start thinking too much, I always wind up feeling stupid.