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timerippleThis week has been eventful. Surely it has. Really.
Ah yes, I started sewing myself a dress. With help from my mom, who is willing to do much of that nasty ironing and pinning business. Also went shopping today; whoever invented four-hour sales was pretty sharp. Got some okay stuff, but I fear I shall have to revolutionize the way they do things in certain areas of the fashion industry which are probably run by men. *ahem*
I've also added a (lengthy) prologue to GG&HTOTW...E,SI, but if you want to read it, you'll have to ask for your own personal e-mailed copy, because I don't fancy plastering my nautical archaeology final paper all over the Internet. It's pretty boring anyway; it only serves to introduce Mr. Salmon P. Wiggle, Esq. as a figure of some importance in my fictional nautical archaeology world (those were the days, eh Melanie?).
Finally visited Ye Olde Temple of Used Books! *used-book dance* Purchases are as follows:
Mairelon the Magician, Patricia C. Wrede - have now read. Is stylistically better than some of her others, but also slightly confusing on account of there being many people with sensible English genteel names that are entirely nondescript and therefore hard to keep track of.
The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul, Douglas Adams. Because he is my muse.
The Light Fantastic and Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett. Because he is "the Douglas Adams of fantasy" (Knave) and "does for fantasy what Douglas Adams did for science fiction" (Today), and anyway I worship Good Omens. I may allow him to be my other muse. However, I know better than to dive into a series on the second book, and shall shortly acquire The Colour of Magic as well. Hopefully.
Succumbed to temptation to re-read Pride and Prejudice by the incomparable Jane Austen.
Have had brilliant idea for own Great Fantasy Novel that shall win me acclaim and the adoration of the multitudes and lots of money, etc. etc. Involves pirates, of course. Sort of. The kind who gate-crash tea parties and dance around singing on beaches a la The Pirates of Penzance. Possibly. Have not actually written that part yet.
Ah yes, I started sewing myself a dress. With help from my mom, who is willing to do much of that nasty ironing and pinning business. Also went shopping today; whoever invented four-hour sales was pretty sharp. Got some okay stuff, but I fear I shall have to revolutionize the way they do things in certain areas of the fashion industry which are probably run by men. *ahem*
I've also added a (lengthy) prologue to GG&HTOTW...E,SI, but if you want to read it, you'll have to ask for your own personal e-mailed copy, because I don't fancy plastering my nautical archaeology final paper all over the Internet. It's pretty boring anyway; it only serves to introduce Mr. Salmon P. Wiggle, Esq. as a figure of some importance in my fictional nautical archaeology world (those were the days, eh Melanie?).
Finally visited Ye Olde Temple of Used Books! *used-book dance* Purchases are as follows:
Mairelon the Magician, Patricia C. Wrede - have now read. Is stylistically better than some of her others, but also slightly confusing on account of there being many people with sensible English genteel names that are entirely nondescript and therefore hard to keep track of.
The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul, Douglas Adams. Because he is my muse.
The Light Fantastic and Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett. Because he is "the Douglas Adams of fantasy" (Knave) and "does for fantasy what Douglas Adams did for science fiction" (Today), and anyway I worship Good Omens. I may allow him to be my other muse. However, I know better than to dive into a series on the second book, and shall shortly acquire The Colour of Magic as well. Hopefully.
Succumbed to temptation to re-read Pride and Prejudice by the incomparable Jane Austen.
Have had brilliant idea for own Great Fantasy Novel that shall win me acclaim and the adoration of the multitudes and lots of money, etc. etc. Involves pirates, of course. Sort of. The kind who gate-crash tea parties and dance around singing on beaches a la The Pirates of Penzance. Possibly. Have not actually written that part yet.
