Okay, so the plan was i update today, because that makes a kind of strange and bizarre pattern on my LJ update box thing.

The trouble is, I don't want to spend too much longer online because I - get this - I actually managed to get some actual writing done yesterday. Weird of me given how unable to think I;ve been lately, but I managed it. I'm now on page 199 of 'Seuche' and if I don't get past page 200 tonight, I am going to be sorely disappointed. No, I'm nowhere near an update, but I'm enjoying writing it all the same and I want to try and get back to it.

So, hinestly, this update exiusts more for thew sake of it than because I have anything real to actually say. Just know that, um, I am alive. And trying to be vaguely creative. And, uh, living backwards. Yup. My holiday has progressed to the extent that I now sit up moist of the night, sleep during the daylioght hours, and live mainly by foraging. Well, foraging in my store cupboard, anyway. I haven't quite turned into some disgusting, no-eyed, pale-skinned nocturnal mutant trash-heap creature just yet, but once they start providing email access to dumpsters, you can be sure I'll be working on it.

/idiocy.

Oh, has anyone ever read anything by Ryu Murakami? I've got one of his novels and it's... well, weird is putting it kindly. I read it last night hoping for a bit of a description of The Place I Am Trying To Set Seuche And Have Obviously Never Visited Cause It's in Japan. No luck there. The book itself? It's bizarre. An interesting read, but bizarre and in its own way rather offputting. Not just because such weird things happen in it (I;ve got a strong stomach), but... well.

The major problem that I have with it is that I don't like anybody in it. The only characters I find myself with anything approiaching sympathy for play supporting rolesd and don't really show up much. The leads? I kind of like one of them, but it's only because he remninds me vaguely of one of my own OCs. I don't like the other lead guy at all. His girlfriend just annoys me. And everyone else is either a bastard, a mercenary, a pain in the ass or otherwise utterly unappealing. None of them feel quite real to me.

To the best of my knowledge, I've read the book piecemeal but I could never actually sit down and read it. The characters just annoys me too much, for no reason other than I can't really connect to any of them. And it's difficult for me to feel I've got much of a stake in a book, or any kind of a story, when I don't really like anybody in it, or feel I can connect with them on any level at all.

It's got nothing to do with being good or bad. It's just got something to do with being human. And nobody I've met is even remotely like the people in this book.

Maybe I've just met the wrong people. Or maybe Ryu Murakami has (he's certainly not as provincial as I am, which might be it). I admire his writing - I like the way he creates moods, and the world he creates for his hideous constructs to wander about in is interesting, if pretty sick - but I honestly don't think I like it very much.

Okay, shutting up now.

(Oh, by the way - this entry hasn't been spellchecked or proofread in anything more than the 'shit, spelt that wrong, must correct it' way - largely because I'm curious as to exactly how bad my uncorrected typing really is and I want a sample of it - or even really thought about much. It's about as close as I'll get to stream of consciousness, and for that I think the world will be truly grateful. Yes, this is how my mind works when I give it the chance to just do its own thing for a while. And, looking back on it, all I can think is, where in fuck did all that come from? Whose head is this?)