…and another pin stuck into my resolve. There are times, when I don’t want to do anything, i just want to go back to sleep. I hate it when I don’t have the energy to do much of anything, to even think hard, to write or read. Luckily I’ve gotten a bit of a second wind here at around 8:30, did some writing. The last two days have been decent from a conceptual, creative standpoint, I hashed out a premise for a short story and something a bit longer yesterday and today respectively. I wrote a bit of flash fiction tonight that grew out of an idea I had a few weeks back when it merged with and twisted with this [Russian Nuclear powered lighthouses in the Arctic Circle, what if you had to be there, to watch it, and to watch it decay, to watch the platting flake off, to watch your radio malfunction, perhaps to die or to be drowned in the static of decaying particles...I'm surprised it hasn't come up at BLDGBLOG yet, which should be amended now that I've tipped him off.] The idea grew from a passage in Stross’ Glasshouse about when the protagonist get himself turned into a tank, he’s described as invisible in everything up to UV, i think. It’s a great passage and all the more interesting because of how Stross skirts the line in really telling you about the war experiences of the protagonists. It seems to me to be the best work by him, the most coherent, the most thematically focused. I recommend it highly. I still have to read Halting State. There is so much to read, almost as much to write.