the first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache
The search for the perfect chai has suffered a major blow: my favorite tea-tender has taken a job in Rochester, NY and today was his last day.
I am completely and utterly consumed by Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, to the point that I don't want to do anything else, not even get off the bus, not even eat, until I get to the end. There are several problems with this, the first being the fact that I can't ride the bus all day, and the second being that I have to be office-bound. I considered trying to balance the book on my knees under my desk, but I keep getting interrupted, and I really just want to get completely lost in the story, so that the rain and sleepiness of today just disappears.
Strange has been cursed by the man with the thistle-down hair to live in perpetual darkness, and he seems to still be taking his tincture of madness, because he called Drawlight Leucrocuta, the Wolf of the Evening, but the madness seems also to be the only thing allowing him to work the magic he needs. But how I adored Strange's scene with Drawlight. He's calling back the old alliances of John Uskglass! And flocks of ravens are appearing everywhere, magic is appearing spelled-out in nature for non-magicians to use. Norrell is trying to malign Strange's character, and it hurts my heart, because I want Norrell to go after Strange and help him!
And the prophecy! Oh, the prophecy!
And then there's the X-3 seven-minute preview. Magneto! Oh, Magneto.
I had tea with kaiz yesterday, and was wowed by the fantastic way she builds stories, as well as the astounding wealth of plot and story ideas (and bullet points) she keeps tucked away. She gave me completely brilliant advice about two things I'm working on that need a path, and I feel like there's a little bit more light shining in the windows of that part of my brain.
Despite all this wavy hands excitement, I'm still living in a perpetual state of being ten seconds away from falling asleep.
I am completely and utterly consumed by Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, to the point that I don't want to do anything else, not even get off the bus, not even eat, until I get to the end. There are several problems with this, the first being the fact that I can't ride the bus all day, and the second being that I have to be office-bound. I considered trying to balance the book on my knees under my desk, but I keep getting interrupted, and I really just want to get completely lost in the story, so that the rain and sleepiness of today just disappears.
Strange has been cursed by the man with the thistle-down hair to live in perpetual darkness, and he seems to still be taking his tincture of madness, because he called Drawlight Leucrocuta, the Wolf of the Evening, but the madness seems also to be the only thing allowing him to work the magic he needs. But how I adored Strange's scene with Drawlight. He's calling back the old alliances of John Uskglass! And flocks of ravens are appearing everywhere, magic is appearing spelled-out in nature for non-magicians to use. Norrell is trying to malign Strange's character, and it hurts my heart, because I want Norrell to go after Strange and help him!
And the prophecy! Oh, the prophecy!
And then there's the X-3 seven-minute preview. Magneto! Oh, Magneto.
I had tea with kaiz yesterday, and was wowed by the fantastic way she builds stories, as well as the astounding wealth of plot and story ideas (and bullet points) she keeps tucked away. She gave me completely brilliant advice about two things I'm working on that need a path, and I feel like there's a little bit more light shining in the windows of that part of my brain.
Despite all this wavy hands excitement, I'm still living in a perpetual state of being ten seconds away from falling asleep.