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Last night Lisa, Lynne and I were doing an exercise that involved looking at our lives (past and future) in five year segments, noting what was significant about each five-year span, and what we intended to do in each five-year span in future. The future part turned out to be fun.... lots of travel involved for me, starting with Malta next year. Great sucesses, too. The same successes I wanted when I was five, or ten, or fifteen. I don't change much.

But doing the exercise gave me a surge of optimism. If I plan things right... maybe it will work. Maybe I can twist my life around to where I want it to be. We shall see!

I read Gotham Central before going to bed. That's an incredibly good comic: taking the realism of a police procedural and applying it to the world of Gotham City - puts a whole new slant on things, but it's still a character-based study of the lives of cops. I dropped District X because I had got it in the hope it would be similar, and it looked bad in comparison. And of course I like it that Montoya is gay. Comics are just so cool sometimes.

I also read the beginning of From Eroica With Love, which is at last being printed in English. I was again amazed how different the beginning was from the stories which followed - a totally different theme and style. No one would be paying attention if it hadn't changed, I think. I love Dorian's first appearance - claiming the spotlight as always.

Then last night I dreamed I was discussing Lost with someone. Said I was afraid to love Sayid too much in case he turned out to be a villain. Heh - when I'm awake I have no such qualms about loving characters. villainous or otherwise. I like to write about Lionel Luthor, for goodness sake!

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Putting poetry on my site. Guys, don't tempt me. I could do it for days. Poetry is one of my things.

My pick is a poem I was thinking about the other day as the story of my life. It's from Don Marquis' "Archy and Mehitabel" series, poems about a poetry-writing cockroach named Archy.

You will have to forgive me, and I hope the ghost of Don Marquis will - I don't have a printed copy of this poem and I have to reproduce it from memory. There are probably errors.

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archy's autobiography

if all the poems what i have wrote
were piled together in a kettle
'twould make a meal for every goat
from here to popocatapetl
Mexico

and all the money what i saved
from all those poems at which i slaved
is not enough to get me shaved
every morning

and all the damns with which i care
piled together in the air
wouldn't reach much of anywhere
they wouldn't

because i don't shave every day
and I write for art's sake anyway
and i don't like to take my pay
i loathe it

and all of you who credit that
could sit down on an opera hat
and never squash the darn thing flat
you skeptics

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