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Happy NaNoWriMo 2008, everyone! This is my fifth year doing it, and already it's going better than ever before. I actually have well developed characters this time, for pretty much the first time ever, and it's a weird experience. I just played out a game of Cribbage between two of my characters, and I knew how they would play and what they were thinking about as they played. Creepy. These two, Dr Peterson and Molly, are trying really hard to take over my story, but I think they will peter out sooner or later, and then I can write the rest of it. eighth-story (https://www.deviantart.com/eighth-story)

Today in World Religions, among other things the professor gave a stirring description of Bhakti Yoga, roughly the Hindu path to God through love. It was a fairly moving description that tied in with other divine-love traditions. The idea stuck to me. Today in Eugene Onegin, I read chapter 3, where Pushkin discourses on the nature of love of the squishy kind. It brought to mind my professor's explanation of the connection between erotic and divine love in Bhakti writing and similar traditions, and I began musing on how this might relate to a vision I had. I was overwhelmed by love for a moment, so that I could think of nothing else. I recom

Lately I've been thinking about an idea I had, call it "postliterate art". There is preliterate art, music and literature that was made and passed on without the use of writing. Things were constrained by the limits of memory, but they were also living, since people passed on the traditions and kept them going, updating and combining variations, creating regional differences, etc. Preliterate art is alive in a sense, because it grows and changes and even reproduces, variations of a song or story becoming separate works of their own. Then things are written down, and even printed, so now you have a fixed author and a standard way for a piece