From Susanna Clarke’s novel, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell:
Horace Tott spent an uneventful life in Cheshire always intending to write a large book on English magic, but never quite beginning. And so he died at seventy-four, still imagining he might begin next week, or perhaps the week after that.
After I sent in my entry to Writers of the Future last spring I lurked on the sff.net WotF newsgroup (and still do). Deirdre Moen posted on June 7 that Roxanne Hutton was in the hospital. Roxanne had been a WotF winner in 2003. She was a 1999 Odyssey grad. She had started writing fiction seriously in 1998, was active on the Critters workshop, and published stories in the semi-pros. A couple of years ago she developed glioblastoma, an aggressive type of primary brain tumor. This June, her condition began to go downhill rapidly. She had hoped to attend the WotF awards ceremony and workshop in August this year. She didn't make it. She died July 16.
The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne. The fictional Mr. Tott and the very real Roxanne Hutton remind us that life is finite and fate uncertain.
If there is something you really, really want to do, don't wait. Start now.
== tearai == washroom, lavatory
|Left radical is the radical form of 'water'. Right radical is 'precede/tip' (先), which acts phonetically to express 'feet'. This character originally referred to washing the feet. Henshall suggests as a mnemonic: 'Wash tip in water.'|