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Mood:  a-ok
I really think it would be nice to be a professional writer-- you know, maybe wake up in the morning, brew some delicious coffee, listen to Mozart, and fire up the word processor. Then, I'd take a nap, wake up, refreshed and ready to begin writing. After the phone rings for the third time, I'd have a paragraph like this: "His heart sank. The bees hovered round yon beehut. Martha was egregatious with jealousy at the thought of his heart sinking. Still the bees buzzed. Buzz. Buzz."

etcetera.

Now, I'm not saying that writers live glamourous lives of relative non-working-ness, but, how hard can a job be where you just need to type a bunch of made-up, meaningless words on a screen? Wow, that's hard--push 'print.' Oh my god, my mind is awhirl. So, I'm thinking about this new novel (dumped the whole buzzing bees idea). It's about this woman physicist who gets mixed up in a multi-national attempt to wrestle Sweden's grip on Antarctic ice claims. See, after years of coal dust drifting from eastern Europe to the fiords of Sweden, the glaciers are all sooty, and the Swedes can't find a decent chunk of clear ice--which they use to keep their houses cool during the hot, Swedish summers. Of course, along comes Antarctica, and all the Swedes have decided "Now's our chance." Anyway, this physicist is smart, beautiful (as most female physicists are apt to be), and has the keys to a secret map to the underground antarctic ice caverns.

We'll see what happens.