From BLDGBLOG -- all of a sudden I have all sorts of new excuses for lack of writing:
A British novelist has been awarded legal damages in excess of £100,000 because she writes thrillers, not literary masterpieces. What's at fault? She's been inhaling fumes from a nearby shoe factory.
I figure I've got all sorts of lawsuit options now -- for instance, I obviously draw inspirations from old run-down buildings, but Atlanta turns them all into condos (which then sit empty, and will be old run-down buildings again in a few decades). Or maybe I'll file a suit because I live next to a bar -- is there anything more damaging to productivity than that?
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I'm on vacation again, the annual birthday and Super Bowl and relaxation week off. Thus far, I've accomplished little (see above for possible reasons!), not even taking photos of old buildings -- I went down to Atlanta's West End to take some photos yesterday, and ha ha, my camera's batteries were dead when I got there. Another time.
Haven't been reading books, haven't been taking pictures, haven't been writing, haven't been exercising -- I'm hard-pressed to establish just what it is I have been doing. Well, up 'til Thursday, working a ton. But now, new era, new motivation. It begins now, to coin a phrase.
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In lieu of me doing anything: amazing photos and video of a Namibian ghost town being reclaimed by the desert. Link via Boing Boing.