Today I have...

[chandri]

...written nothing. *shame*

Instead I have... and this is lilymc's fault! Partly. She made me - rather, enabled me, I believe would be the correct term - buy four books when I would have bought none.

It goes like this:

SCENE - SATURDAY MORNING, FAMILIAL HOLDING. THERE ARE MANY DOGS.
Me: Hey Ki, shopping? I want to try doing this shirt-bleaching thing

Comments

[artemisiabrisol]

Guuuuuuess what's in the mail for you as of yesterday sans Flake bars (because it was bloody well expensive enough to post as it was)? Whether it will arrive in Canada at is is dependant on the leisure of the Royal Mail who are on strike right now.

But my larger list of comments I will be sending to you by e-mail as I was too lazy to try and find a piece of paper to write them on. My comments in the manuscript are mostly in the first half and then peter out in the second when I kept getting taken away by the story and forgetting to write things down.

And yes, you should have read Tamora Pierce when you were twelve. Your childhood is distinctly lacking.

[chandri]

YES. :D

I will save the actual happy dance for if-when it arrives, as all postal services the world over apparently hate me (though the Royal Mail less than others in recent history, so we shall see what we shall see *knocks on wood*).

I think I skipped the Young Adult lit when I was a Young Adult. Hm. I skipped from Dick and Jane to Tolkien and Heinlein and er Mercedes Lackey, probably. Ah, well. It pleases me just as much now as it would have done then. Perhaps more.

[artemisiabrisol]

Mercesdes Lackey...

FAIL.

Royal Mail seems a reliable sort of bunch. Though when I went to the post office, the England vs. Australia rugby match was on and the guy at the post office physically crumpled when I said "I want to mail something" and then pulled your manuscript out of my bag. I'm hoping he didn't just take my wad of pound notes and then throw it in the trash.

My longer commentary/questionary is sent to your gmail account as of now.