Writing makes wierd like that

Explain to me why I'm able to write a dumb fanfiction for hours on end and come up with a postable chapter at the end of the day, but when I sit down to write out an important letter for a friend, I wind up staring at my pad or the monitor screen for a half an hour before cobbling down something non-committal which I then take another half hour to decide I'd better delete.

Ripple effects in the cosmic sea

I might have just set something in motion that I want to see happen, or at least tossed a small stone in that may cause tidal waves on the far shores of the event horizon.

Last night, when he_dreams_awake was talking on Radio Zero-One (( ::Points with both index fingers to the link up above in the link list, the very last one:: )) about sending letters featuring an excerpt from his Logos: Veritas Zero-One -- Introduction to the various machine intelligence research centers. I offered to write to MIT, then a brainstorm hit me and I suggested that he send an email to Ray Kurzweil, probably the foremost authority on MI out there, the nearest person we have to Dr. Allen Hobby in "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence". Well, he sent an e-mail to Mr. Kurzweil, and lo, and behold: the MI Man answered him and sounded interested to hear more about this project. Whoa. This is big. This is huge.

The wings of the titanium butterfly might just be about to stir up a digital wind...