I have this - possibly silly, possibly productive - habit. I do not really argue with people about tastes - if you don't like X or Y, fine, who am I to argue with you, even if you give the weirdest reasons for not liking it. But: I keep arguing with an unseen opponent, formulating for myself what I wouldn't say to an actual person ( Read more... )

Maybe there should be a law about never reading fantasy based on your own culture. Because really, the _Grisha_? How dumb is that?

... maybe it's strange that the Takarazuka versions of Russian classics don't turn me off, I dunno.

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I keep thinking about my attitude to blogging. Thing is, diary keeping is a habit of mine, but blogging - a public exercise by its nature - sometimes makes me worry that I am doing something merely to blog about it; or that I only ponder on things to blog about it. Does a thought exist if you do not declare it to everyone around? I mean, I do love ( Read more... )

I was reading a blog of a fannish not-quite-acquaintance and, looking at the blogger herself and her commenters, realized suddenly that there's a lot of people who buy fannish stuff online on impulse and then when it comes, they're not so enthusiastic and don't know what to do with it - and still do it next time, just for the thrill of "want => ( Read more... )

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I read a story today which involves an Englishman from 1911 travelling in time and arriving in 2014, IIRC. Upon learning that his female acquaintance is a published writer, he is very surprised that here women can write and publish books. This Englishman in his time is a footman in a big country house, with just four years of village school, but ( Read more... )

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I wrote today, and quite easily, but it was the beginning of a new story, not any work towards the continuation of the two I already have started. Bad me? Good me? Remains to be seen. And writing is better than not writing in any case ( Read more... )

Weird day: doing nothing in particular, still feeling tired. Though it's a nice feeling when you realize that something you plod through just for the process, not expecting any results worth announcing, does start giving at least some results ( Read more... )

I want to hide from the world (this, of course, is why I post in a public blog, right); no, really. I need the sense of being coccooned - like making a playhouse by putting a blanket over a table, - to pull myself together (this is, of course, where any sane person would ask me what I need to pull myself together _from_). Maybe I _am_ an ( Read more... )