Such Strange Ways

"We save our lives in such strange ways." -Neil Gaiman

So, one of my newfound literary follows in LA is Neil Gaiman.  I just got done with Fragile Things tonight.  As I was riding home on the train today, though, I read a poem that was in this collection that told the story of Scherezade (sp?), the main character of the Arabian Nights, who had to tell a new story every night so that her husband wouldn't kill her.

As she walked through her days, according to this poem, she saw things that would later be regurgitated in different versions as the stories she created each night.

I feel like that's how I work.  A million projects, and each one of them saving a tiny part of my life and sanity.  Sitting down to write...to consolidate the world in words so that I can take the size of it and use it...I want to do this everyday.

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By the way, the Camp that I'm running in Watts is going amazingly.  Over 100 campers everyday, the staff and students loving every minute of it, and the whole thing running smooth as hell.  You really can't ask for much more than that.