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[felis_ultharus]

I have spent the last few days deeply immersed in my writing, with time taken for reading and a few long walks.

My novel is going well -- better planned this time than ever, and so far better crafted. his version is a fair bit longer than my previous ones. I've already hit 130 pages, and I expect it to be a lot longer.

I'm getting through Susannah Moodie story of settling the ontario wilderness at a snail's pace. I can generally only take her book in small doses each day, but I am finally approaching the halfway point.

She did have an interesting chapter on racism, and on culture shock when the British and the American Loyalists were forced into the same small space. The story on the lynching of a black man in Southern Ontario for marrying a white woman was a pretty disturbing read.

For em_fish: did you know Peterborough was settled in a region at the far end of a swamp that people used to believe lead to the edge of the world?

I now have all my textbooks for the coming year. I looked through The Poetics of Postmodernism, and it seems to contain less Postmodernese than I would've expected. This is good.

Postmodernese, for those of you who don't know, is the evil eldritch language of the Lovecraftian old ones, taught and spread by evil university professors in preparation for Cthulu's and Nyarlathotep's return. Any attempt to understand it drives the user to madness -- or worse, to Mississauga.

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[em-fish.livejournal.com]

I knew about the swamp part, but I had no idea that it was so close to the end of the world.

BTW, I went to Mississauga once, when I went to Oscar Peterson's house. Everything that was not O. P.'s house, was a howling wilderness, where gibbering abominations capered in the stygian darkness.

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten he lived in Mississauga.

Well, great art requires great sacrifices. And often (though not always) it requires suffering. But surely there are limits to what a mortal can endure ;)