‘You shouldn’t trust the storyteller; only trust the story’
It is four minutes to midnight, and I have just finished the first draft of my Angela Carter coursework essay, which I started earlier this evening. It's three hundred words too long, and needs a propper conclusion, and I need to fix the title, and the structure - having a whole paragraph in brackets in which I talk about the first word of Beowulf is really not on - but overall I'm rather proud of it, because the writing flows and the points are good and I just proed to myself that I can still write a good essay off the hoof with very little research other than stuff gleaned from books on my shelf that I think of in a flash of inspiration.
It also has, much to my immense glee, two Neil Gaiman references - one quote from the introduction of Fragile Things about logic in stories and dreams and one from The Hunt, which is possibly my favourate Sandman short story ever, and is in my shiny new copy of Fables & Reflections that I was given today (rather appropriately) by locowerewolf, and that I hadn't even thought of including before tonight, and which fitted so perfectly down to the fact that it was a werewolf story told in the oral tradition with a narrator who is not what you first assume - and (somehow) both of my rather shiny theories that I came up with.
(I also recieved another gift today, from purplefringe, which is the coolest diary I have ever owned. In fact, it ownz j00. Pwwwned. 3tc.)
(I also want to make a note that someone said something to me today that made me feel inordinately happy; thank you. :) )
But it is now six minutes past midnight, and I am going to bed.
It also has, much to my immense glee, two Neil Gaiman references - one quote from the introduction of Fragile Things about logic in stories and dreams and one from The Hunt, which is possibly my favourate Sandman short story ever, and is in my shiny new copy of Fables & Reflections that I was given today (rather appropriately) by locowerewolf, and that I hadn't even thought of including before tonight, and which fitted so perfectly down to the fact that it was a werewolf story told in the oral tradition with a narrator who is not what you first assume - and (somehow) both of my rather shiny theories that I came up with.
(I also recieved another gift today, from purplefringe, which is the coolest diary I have ever owned. In fact, it ownz j00. Pwwwned. 3tc.)
(I also want to make a note that someone said something to me today that made me feel inordinately happy; thank you. :) )
But it is now six minutes past midnight, and I am going to bed.