Recap 2
Let's get up to speed, shall we?
Saturday was a really rather wonderful day: I slept in late, read a really rather excelent book, ate the best apples I'd eaten all year, and saw Helen. What more could a guy want? :P
Okay, so maybe those need some elaboration...
The book was Captain Corelli's Mandolin (#16), and was definately one of the best ( Read more... )
Saturday was a really rather wonderful day: I slept in late, read a really rather excelent book, ate the best apples I'd eaten all year, and saw Helen. What more could a guy want? :P
Okay, so maybe those need some elaboration...
The book was Captain Corelli's Mandolin (#16), and was definately one of the best ( Read more... )
Hey, it's only, uh, 1,123 words... :P
1) If I'm right, I think you'd love it, because we seem to have very similar tastes and it is really rather marvellous - but then I'm one of those people who thinks that everyone will love their favourate books... :P
2) :S Apples are wonderful things - not only are they my comfort food, but they are also what I eat when I'm happy, and also when I'm hungry. :P When I had my braces, the thing I missed most was the apples, because they were awkward; we're now back to the stage where my parents will take the number of bags of apples I can eat and double it when they're at the supermarket. I have a cousin who is allergic to the things; from when he was on holiday with us, I can imagine that it's really not fun...
3) :D:D:D:P
4) Er... yes. My mother can be a little odd sometimes: she has a thing about people not being up once she's gone to bed, and her hearing is better when she's asleep than in real life; and she doesn't like it when people argue against her reasonably, which is why I will usually simply not say anything and let her finish. I did go through a period of not getting to school on time on a regular basis last term, but since January I think I've been late about twice, and that's leaving at twenty-five past.
I think it's mostly that she can't deal with people not doing things to her timetable...
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... Some of my SHORT STORIES are about that long. :PP
I'm one of those people who thinks that everyone will love their favourate books... :P
Haha, well -- I'm one of those people who thinks that everyone should (or, you know, must) love their favourite books.
Bah, all of that apple-talk is making me jealous. My comfort food is, um, toast with peanut butter. There's a very specific way I have to make it, too -- butter it, toast it until it's just right, and spread a layer of peanut butter (smooth, not crunchy) of a certain thickness, at just the right time. I suspect that your comfort food is healthier than mine, in more ways than one.
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I've only ever finished one. :( All the others either refuse to finish themselves or simply don't want to be written down at all, and prefer to exist only in oral form...:(
Bah, all of that apple-talk is making me jealous. My comfort food is, um, toast with peanut butter. There's a very specific way I have to make it, too -- butter it, toast it until it's just right, and spread a layer of peanut butter (smooth, not crunchy) of a certain thickness, at just the right time. I suspect that your comfort food is healthier than mine, in more ways than one.
Ritual is very important. In the strangest places; but very important none the less...
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(Also, I really should attempt to write it up again, as I'm pretty sure it will be legally allowed to be published soon... :D)
Peter Pan fanfiction for the win! (No, seriously!)
Well, sort of, anyway...
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They've changed the law? :P
(I remember that there was a lot of discussion about it one point, because of this very thing; but I don't think there was a change in the law - although it is sounding more and more familiar...
*feels very ignorant*)
This takes a little bit of backstory. Essentially, whilst on a youth camp, a very wise man (who was no older than nineteen) taught me how to tell stories. Not read them or write them, but tell them; out loud, to an audience watching and listening - or, if you're in the dark, ust listening - and, if you do it right, hanging on your every word. Constructing stories to tell is a very different skill to writing short stories, because they work in very different ways, and, as you're not reading them, the exact language can't be quite so crucial in the same way, and different things are important - and constructing them requires thinging in a certain kind of way. I'm not desperately good at it (and I don't get much practise, anyway), and I often just caniballise bits of the very strange, very wonderful short stories in Sandman; but the first story I told I made up myself.
Essentially, I wanted to write something about growing up (and about what maturity is and where it starts, I suppose, if I want to sound literary) and decided that a good vehicle for this would be found by tapping into the 21st century's mythological pantheon of emblematic characters...
...and using Peter Pan. :P
The copyright to the J M Barrie original was held by Great Ormond Street Hospital, but is nearing the end of its life, which is why they recently published a sanctioned sequel, Peter Pan in Scarlet, whilst they could still benefit from it; pretty soon, Peter Pan will be a free agent, and thus usable as a stock character...
(...how do I always end up writing such insanely long replies? :P)
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