Hello, headache, my old friend. In spite of this, I took a nice walk today, and spent some quality time writing, and honestly any time I am able to function with a headache I give myself points. (I should devise a sticker system for that, too. Extra sticker-points for headache days, because I did not give up.) I had three whole meals today, plus ( Read more... )

Okay to be honest today what I did was unpack my books (most of them) and also read the novelization of The Force Awakens. Which is fairly interesting, if you were wondering! The writing leaves something to be desired, but there are all sorts of little details, and a few extra scenes, that aren't in the film, and finding them all made me happy. ( ( Read more... )

(subject-line reference, & thank u public libraries for making me far less desperate than a dot ham was ( Read more... )

Here is an excerpt from the book I'm currently reading, Curtsies & Conspiracies by Gail Carriager (x), which is absolutely delightful if you enjoy books set in an alternate universe 1850s Britain where werewolves exist alongside steam-powered mechanical butlers and boarding schools on dirigibles. (tempestsarekind, I actually think you'd like them? They're droll ( Read more... )

Roy and Priscilla have officially listened to the first three songs of Hamilton and declared it very enjoyable. This happened this morning in Naperville, and now it is tonight in Toronto, and I am still thinking about these fifteen minutes we spent together (where I tried not to sing along, and tried to modulate the volume in their otherwise quiet ( Read more... )

I've had a couple of experiences in the last day that have me thinking about how I feel towards things I consider mine, specifically my books, but more broadly my spaces ( Read more... )

Today was a headache day, so here is a passage from Lois McMaster Bujold's novella, "Labyrinth," because I've read it a whole bunch of times recently. It helps ( Read more... )

I've spent the past two days reading Ta-Nehisi Coates' latest book, Between the World and Me, which is written as a letter to his 15-year old son. I have a copy from the library, I picked it up last week because it was on the New Books shelf and I have respected Coates' work as a journalist for some years now, and I am glad I've made the time to ( Read more... )

Well in the past twenty minutes I have made the mistake of pulling out my copy of Dunnett's Pawn in Frankincense to look up a particular passage, which naturally led me to reading what came immediately before that passage, and now I am in full-throttle Angst Mode again.

No: if I were fully in Angst Mode I would have read the end of that book, and ( Read more... )

...That particular frustration of reading a book that several friends enthusiastically recommended, only to realize that it suffers from an utter disregard for historical accuracy and basic world-building ( Read more... )