I am back from Korea. Thank you all for your book suggestions.
Unfortunately, I didn't read at all.
I was too drugged out on motion-sickness medicine to read on the airplane. Or the bus.
The rest of the time we spent running between subway stops and up and down flights of subway stairs. No wonder Koreans are so thin. They are ALWAYS walking. Also, they don't know how to make edible desserts (though they do make killer lettuce-wraps). I lost weight.
...my computer is back from the repair shop. It works (so far).
It's a blooming miracle. It has only taken two months. MONTHS. Not weeks. Not days.
Moral: do not drop off your machine to be fixed by a guy who works in a wire-filled dungeon in the basement of an acupuncture clinic.
Anyway, I am writing again. At last.
Vacations are nice. But getting back to work feels like putting my head back on again after airing it out for awhile.
I knew I was missing something. Just couldn't think what.
Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones
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