Thursday, May 8, 2008

What's with the Platypuses?

People? Hell-o? Is this thing on?

Didn't we just talk about this a week or so back?

If there is more than one platypus, then you have platypi - not platypuses!

I guess I could have just left this as a comment, but I wanted to let you know that I am back in the saddle again - as much as I've ever been, anyway. I don't post here as often as I do elsewhere because things just don't happen all that much in the literary world... at least not that I care about. I don't give a flying fuck which college who's-it is publishing her first memoir ("I just stood there, looking at the blood, wondering if I was dying and all the girls were laughing at me...") or who's been named the Poet Laureate or anything so supposedly "clever" and literati-infected. You really shouldn't either; that stuff's for the birds.

I guess it may be important if you live in New York or are seriously trying to publish your historical fiction novel about the relationship between an uptight, genteel Southern woman and her slave or some othersuch nonsense, but outside of those circles, no one gives a shit and you should know that. Because if you run in those circles, I assure you, none of the rest of them do.

Anyway, my wrist is still hurting, along with my neck and shoulder, Nothing so different from any other week, but the wrist thing has proven tricky - it doesn't hurt at all and then it shoots pains all down my arm so suddenly, with such ferocity, that it's startling. I hate things like that - like seeing a mouse. It's not that you're scared of the mouse or anything, but then it breaks suddenly and shoots across the baseboards and you can feel your heart in your throat for a full minute afterward! That's the way my wrist hurts - except that I'm not afraid it's going to run up my arm, chew through my eyeball, and burrow into the mushy matter what is my brain.

I'm still waiting for the doctor to call back with the specialist appointments to find out what it is, for certain, and what they're going to do about it. So I just haven't been able to work much these past two weeks.

But I saw all them platypi in the news and had to make sure to inform y'all that, in fact, there are no such things as platypuses.

© C Harris Lynn, 2008

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