I wish I had been born female. I don't wish to change sex. I don't want anybody to take any offense but a person is born woman, a person doesn't become woman. This comes from birth.
I wish my book were done. After fifteen years of work that would drive the NY Times editor to hang themselves, I'm working up to writing the last chapter, which could take anywhere from 3 months to 3 years to write, but 90% of the poetry and other chapters are about finished. Its all math to me, a bizarre type of math and, after all these years, my brain can't decide if it wants to become Lime Jell-O or spaghetti.
I have been there. It is excruciating! You've got this far, and we await the opportunity to see your finished work!
The only way to write it is to retrodict the entire thing. First you collect at least half the metaphors, which required over nine months for me, then I had to write the entire book from beginning to end, five times, switch fonts even, to normalize the text, which is as much geometry as anything else. Adding new metaphors as I go along.
These two chapters are almost word perfect and complete, meaning they express their mathematics clearly, and describe how their own linguistics work. Bullshit Fuzzy Logic | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community Infinitely Diverse Insane Combinations | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community