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asato_muraki at 04:21pm on 31/01/2011 under a big ol' bag o crazy
asato_muraki at 04:21pm on 31/01/2011 under a big ol' bag o crazyThe Hound of the Baskervilles book cover t-shirt
I'm being ridiculously consumed by my re-emergent Sherlock Holmes fannishness. Doyle was probably my third fannish obsession, after Star Wars (aged eight) and The Lord of the Rings (aged ten). I must have been twelve or thirteen the last time I was sick with pneumonia and someone had given me a big box of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mysteries. I think I read six or so before I got angry and threw them all in the floor for being exactly the same. Grar! Mom was going to town and asked if she could get me anything. I asked if she wouldn't mind going to library and borrowing Watership Down (which had been recommended to me by the school librarian (even though the school didn't have it), who knew my tastes) and some "mystery stories written by dead Brits." (I didn't know what was out there, but I did know that I liked stories written by Brits, especially older stories -- I had exhausted Dickens by age ten or eleven.)
She smirked at me, but she came back with a purchased copy of Watership Down and a smattering of Doyle and Christie.
That was my last prolonged winter sicky, but I had acquired the reading habit and was therefore pretty well done by then. The next fall I quit cheerleading. Sport had nothing on books. Not even close. (Still doesn't.)
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Still getting dragged about by the new homeschooling group, and volunteered into doing stuff. Dudes, if Wee Boy gets into Lusher, I quit. Just so you know.
***
I'm up to 550 pages and nearly 110,000 words on Form and Void, which is almost to the end. I wrote on teh porch of the coffee shop today, because the weather was glorious. We had heavy fog early, but it burned off quickly.
Notes of things to write into earlier parts of the story are going well, which means not only am I getting to the end but also more prepped for the next phase of doing this thing.
I also love how, in this age of the internet, if I need to know how to pick the lock on handcuffs, a quick Google search yields at least twelve videos demonstrating various techniques. The Internet also makes it easy to get distracted, but I am learning to discipline my mind a bit better.
***
It's January, and my neighborhood smells like flowers. (And, yes, occasionally the anti-mosquito spray, fogged from trucks that drive around toxifying roadside puddles, but I guess you have to take the bitter with the sweet.)
I'm being ridiculously consumed by my re-emergent Sherlock Holmes fannishness. Doyle was probably my third fannish obsession, after Star Wars (aged eight) and The Lord of the Rings (aged ten). I must have been twelve or thirteen the last time I was sick with pneumonia and someone had given me a big box of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mysteries. I think I read six or so before I got angry and threw them all in the floor for being exactly the same. Grar! Mom was going to town and asked if she could get me anything. I asked if she wouldn't mind going to library and borrowing Watership Down (which had been recommended to me by the school librarian (even though the school didn't have it), who knew my tastes) and some "mystery stories written by dead Brits." (I didn't know what was out there, but I did know that I liked stories written by Brits, especially older stories -- I had exhausted Dickens by age ten or eleven.)
She smirked at me, but she came back with a purchased copy of Watership Down and a smattering of Doyle and Christie.
That was my last prolonged winter sicky, but I had acquired the reading habit and was therefore pretty well done by then. The next fall I quit cheerleading. Sport had nothing on books. Not even close. (Still doesn't.)
***
Still getting dragged about by the new homeschooling group, and volunteered into doing stuff. Dudes, if Wee Boy gets into Lusher, I quit. Just so you know.
***
I'm up to 550 pages and nearly 110,000 words on Form and Void, which is almost to the end. I wrote on teh porch of the coffee shop today, because the weather was glorious. We had heavy fog early, but it burned off quickly.
Notes of things to write into earlier parts of the story are going well, which means not only am I getting to the end but also more prepped for the next phase of doing this thing.
I also love how, in this age of the internet, if I need to know how to pick the lock on handcuffs, a quick Google search yields at least twelve videos demonstrating various techniques. The Internet also makes it easy to get distracted, but I am learning to discipline my mind a bit better.
***
It's January, and my neighborhood smells like flowers. (And, yes, occasionally the anti-mosquito spray, fogged from trucks that drive around toxifying roadside puddles, but I guess you have to take the bitter with the sweet.)
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