the first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache

[jjtaylor]

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

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[kaiz]

OMG, we have to do lunch more often. In addition to the wonderful conversation (and the amusing anti-fanfic rant at the next table) you totally got me unstuck on that damned demon story. As of this morning, it has now changed genres, a metric buttload of backstory fell out of the sky, and I'm starting to "hear" the opening bars of the story.

You rock. Mightily!

*hugs*

[jjtaylor]

I almost forgot about the anti-fanfic rant! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was so, so, so hilarious.

And the story! A genre change? And backstory? And the opening! It's just been waiting for you all this time! Eeeeeee! You're brilliant! I'm so glad to hear I could help. It was wild fun, and we absolutely should do lunch more often. Right now, I'm making a list of campaign books for this weekend, when I'm going to start my election-meets-emotional-arc chart.... :D

[arsenicjade]

I know, I live my life in a perpetual state of Kai-amazement. I'm working on a way to be her when I grow up. I don't know that it's actually going to happen.

[jjtaylor]

She does amazing things with plot. My brain is not wired that way, but I hand a few characters and an emotional arc or two over to her and seconds later, instant, three-part story. *G*