January 6th, 2006

Out of focus

I can't seem to focus lately, whether it's on writing or even reading. Sure, it could have something to do with:

1) The construction across the street that starts every morning at 7 a.m. with bulldozers, trucks, and other decibel-busters;
2) Our chronically sick cat, who (after two surgeries and about $5,000 in vet bills) leaves us pools of bloody urine all over floors, shoes, and (last night) the bed;
3) My dismay at seeing the last 1,000 words I typed on Netherworld vanish in a puff of cybersmoke when my laptop inexplicably told me it couldn't find the network connection (it wasn't networked, and never is), then flipped itself out of Word (meaning what I got flipped was The Bird).

I need to break out of this cycle, but I'm groggy from lack of sleep, worried about the cat, and frustrated by my laptop. I've never been one of those who believes that art comes from suffering; I think that's crap. You need a certain comfort level to write (or at least to write well - I've written plenty of crap on deadline, and crap's just what it was), and right now I ain't got it. But I'm still going to try to write something today, damn it.

(The only plus side to my distractions is that I can't stop thinking about Chen Kaige's glorious The Promise. I tried to see The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, and although I can't say it's a bad film (it's certainly a consistently better film than King Kong), it simply couldn't begin to compare to Chen's exquisite visual poetry and beautiful cast. I really am feeling more all the time that The Promise may be a flawed masterpiece, and is probably the best film of 2005.)