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School avoidance = writing!
Ha. I spent the whole day with a word processing document open for the linguistic-anthropology paper on Sebeok and Hymes that I'm supposed to be writing - so naturally, I wrote and outlined on the new novel-in-progress instead, to the tune of about 5000 words. Apparently nothing jump-starts creativity like knowing that the alternative is infinitely worse.
Some things you can't put in a novel because they're too weird to be plausible. I was out in the yard this evening with the dogs when I heard the rattling sound of leaves blowing around, but more localized than you get with a breeze. I looked around to see if there was an animal, when a very strong gust of wind hit me in the face, whipping my hair around and pelting me with leaves - and then died just as suddenly. I looked around and realized that I'd been hit by a miniature tornado; it would've been a dust devil if there had been more dust, but as it was, I could see it moving across the yard, picking up leaves and loose bits of sand and whirling them around. The fact that the wind wasn't blowing anywhere else added to the freaky effect.
It either petered out in front of the house or went somewhere else, but I had to go back inside because I was too weirded out to really want to be in the yard anymore at that particular moment in time. I can see why people around the world always believed in demons and spirits, ghosts and other invisible beings. Even growing up steeped in knowledge of a world where weather is understandable, rational and non-supernatural, it was creepy as hell.
Some things you can't put in a novel because they're too weird to be plausible. I was out in the yard this evening with the dogs when I heard the rattling sound of leaves blowing around, but more localized than you get with a breeze. I looked around to see if there was an animal, when a very strong gust of wind hit me in the face, whipping my hair around and pelting me with leaves - and then died just as suddenly. I looked around and realized that I'd been hit by a miniature tornado; it would've been a dust devil if there had been more dust, but as it was, I could see it moving across the yard, picking up leaves and loose bits of sand and whirling them around. The fact that the wind wasn't blowing anywhere else added to the freaky effect.
It either petered out in front of the house or went somewhere else, but I had to go back inside because I was too weirded out to really want to be in the yard anymore at that particular moment in time. I can see why people around the world always believed in demons and spirits, ghosts and other invisible beings. Even growing up steeped in knowledge of a world where weather is understandable, rational and non-supernatural, it was creepy as hell.