Saltwater burns my face. Outside, spring awakens.
I had a really intense fever today. I spent the whole day curled up in bed, cold, sweating, just trying to breathe. When I finally measured it it was 101 to 102 degrees. Feeling a bit better now. Going back to bed soon. They say you shouldn't bundle up when you have a high fever, but it's hard not to. It's pretty amazing how human bodies regulate and maintain their temperature.
I was thinking about how my favorite stories don't explain everything, but that alone is not a recipe for success. The story should only be confusing for a purpose:
- If the subject's emotion involves uncertainty, the reader shouldn't be sitting comfortably in the omniscient seat. Fear and dreams do not answer a call for explanation.
- If there's something that must be imagined, leave it to the imagination.
- If it would be boring, slow or unnecessary to spell out, don't.
Watched a bit more Scrapped Princess. The character I liked died.