Lost in the Infinite Perspective Vortex

The disastrous wake of Katrina has absorbed nearly all my available attention for the past few days. I can't stop looking. Maybe, in the long run, that will turn out to have been a good thing. Maybe not. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for my safe, mostly happy life, far away from where bad things are happening. Now it's time for me to get up off the goddamn floor and get on with living it.

I'm numb to things I can't afford to be numb to. The fact that my difficulties simply do not rate, at least not when compared to the horror of drowning in raw sewage, does not mean said difficulties will go away if I continue to do nothing but sit at my computer, virtuously reading justifiably outraged blog posts and sending out missives to my elected representatives.

The Shiny Young Agent whose letter was the high point of last week for me has just left the Established Agency where she worked when she requested that I send a full manuscript. I have to find out what her change of affiliation means for me.

Well, it'll probably be easier to find an answer to that question than to find clean drinking water in New Orleans. No complaints here.