From the glasses and the Ice Queen with a gentle edge look in her eyes, you’d think that MaryAnne Moll is indeed the Ice Queen kind.
I had reason to believe so, when I had encountered her when I went out of line on Philmug.ph, the Philippines’ local Macintosh Users Group forum. She had chided me, but was generally nice but firm. The kind of lady who is pretty strict, but has a soft side too.
When I hopped on over to her blog after checking out the links on her signatures, I had seen that she is more than the Ice Queen veneer that she seems to project. She… Is actually a geek in a sexy disguise. With her book and entertainment choices, attention to detail, and the photos she chooses to adorn her blog, I wonder whether she’s the renaissance chick of our age. Either way, I like her, and I like her a lot. :p
Excerpt from Maryanne Moll’s Blog:
Things have been horribly hectic at work, because I have been finishing a draft for a twelve-chapter book on the history of the PNP-Special Action Force, and this has to be turned over to the Boss by the middle of October so the big boys can pore over the material prior to final polishing and publication.
It’s been such a whirlwind! On one hand I have the bibliography and the citations to render iron-clad, with the help of a very capable academic, on the other hand I have the transcriptions of the interviews with different levels of confidentiality, and so I have three different levels of transcribers to manage. And then I have the constant daily poring over various current ephemera regarding the subject, a task which seems frivolous and unimportant, yet I have found some amazing leads this way. On top of that, there is the writing. And if the writing is not good, all the rest is just not worth it.
So here I am, caught up in the frenzy of a book I have deemed close to finished. The subject itself will never find closure, but the book, for all intents and purposes, should have a reasonable enough scope. What to include? And more importantly, what to leave out? What to imply, and what to just state out loud and in no uncertain terms? What to give color to and what to render black-and-white? The story is formed, the world of the story has been and is being examined, but I, the writer, am being examined by the story as well. Where do I stand? What do I hold important? And, when all evidence fails, what does my own body tell me? What does my heart believe?
Decisions, decisions! When in quandary, I write a negotiation with myself. When in doubt, I write a re-orientation for myself. When confused, I write a lecture for myself. During the course of this book, I have written over a thousand pages worth of diary entries, just to ground myself, just to keep myself clear-headed enough for the constant barrage of details that do not always make sense. It’s like being constantly in the half-light, always at the point of either dawn or dusk, but never in the full explosion of the light of day. I admit that after a while, I have gotten used to it. Like a cat, who can see best in the dark, I have learned that sometimes, things are indeed clearer and make more sense in the dark. Put them out in broad daylight and they lose all color and depth and substance.