This is the first time since wednesday I’ve felt vaguely human. I refuse to say I’m out of the woods, but this brief respite in which I am once again possessed of hydration and common sense. At some point during the night I began to think about the idea of death and what that means to me. I’ve always thought of death as a cessation of conscious thought. However, the reduced capacity to think and to function is a sort of death–as in the death of the person you are. Given the coming holiday it isn’t too much of a leap to make the connection between recovery and resurrection. Both are, in a sense, a return to who you are meant to be from a state where you aren’t what you are meant to be.
I’m interested in language and specifically in the philosophical connections between how different cultures speaking the same language interpret things. Resurrection and Recovery are two words that have different meanings from place to place. Some use each in the more casual sense–Resurrecting a dead franchise and such. At this point I am recovering my sense of myself as a writer and perhaps my sense of a writing career.
Some Thoughts:
- If I imagine writing with a British accent, it changes the prose. I believe accent is indicative of culture and the responsibility of language and tonality of that culture. This can be a good trick to remember when writing about different cultures, especially those being created on the fly. Creating an accent formalizes a sense of what that culture represents.
- I’m still fueled by the Science Channel and its ilk. Knowledge is power, but again it is all in how you interpret the word. Knowledge is power to me in the sense of fuel.