― J.B.S. Haldane
Given the calculated damage of bushfires to species survival, I think we need a piece of bushfire art in which a freaking out God stares down at the burning continent and wails, "My beetles!"
This popped into my head while I was working on the year-end poetry collection. Yes, really. This is what it's like to try concentrating when your brain has a zillion channels and one of them is always on Weird TV.
Apparently my brain comes with a built-in boomerang for math. If I fiddle with numbers for more than a few minutes -- in this case, I was doing search-and-replace to remove line numbers -- my attention goes boinging off at a random tangent. I've lost count of how many universes I wrote up while trying to do math homework. Fortunately I don't have to do that anymore. But hey, if I ever have the normal kind of writer's block, I know exactly how to fix it: with numbers.