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BCMFest yesterday: A day of music, song, dance, and frozen margaritas. And frozen me. It was COLD. I skipped the ceilidh because I have massive bruises on both knees and what I think are shin splints from trying to walk in all this ice.
I'm now sitting in my garret, chair pulled up to the drafty window. Outside I can see the snow-dusted sidewalks and trees and other snow-capped garret roofs and the church and it's all too romantic for words, it really is.
Christmas vacation was pretty quiet. It snowed the first week, which meant a white Christmas for the first time in my life. Watched samurai movies with my dad. Baked a mountain of cookies, then had to eat them. Usually for New Years we sit around, watch TV, and do puzzles. This year would be different, I vowed.
This year, there would be Scrabble.
The pond thawed out enough for me to go down and check on the JE fish a few times. I saw (probably) the same one of the Tomas a few times, and the last day there were at least six fish hanging out-- Toma, Toma, a few others, and one that was either unexpectedly undeadfish!Senga or unexpectedly bigfish!Chinen.
I did some reading along with the residual teenage sulking, so I should probably talk about that. ( I deluded your crew, and likewise you too/ And again I'm a maid on the shore. Nyehh! )
Well, after all the bloated descriptions and mindless detail and Bella’s constant whining, I wanted something slim and quietly beautiful; something understated and unique and wonderful. So I picked up my ARC of Heartsinger by Karlijn Stoffels (tr. Laura Watkinson). It hits shelves this month, so if you want an antidote to Twilight, check it out!
Speaking of unspeakably beautiful books, I brought back with me both volumes of The Orphan’s Tales by Catherynne M. Valente. While I can live without them by my side, and have done so, I don’t want to any longer. *snuggles them, but carefully, because they have thorns*
And on a different note, after reading an article about Mara Kay’s Masha, I’ve become interested in school stories. Any recommendations? Magic is of course a plus but not required!
I'm now sitting in my garret, chair pulled up to the drafty window. Outside I can see the snow-dusted sidewalks and trees and other snow-capped garret roofs and the church and it's all too romantic for words, it really is.
Christmas vacation was pretty quiet. It snowed the first week, which meant a white Christmas for the first time in my life. Watched samurai movies with my dad. Baked a mountain of cookies, then had to eat them. Usually for New Years we sit around, watch TV, and do puzzles. This year would be different, I vowed.
This year, there would be Scrabble.
The pond thawed out enough for me to go down and check on the JE fish a few times. I saw (probably) the same one of the Tomas a few times, and the last day there were at least six fish hanging out-- Toma, Toma, a few others, and one that was either unexpectedly undeadfish!Senga or unexpectedly bigfish!Chinen.
I did some reading along with the residual teenage sulking, so I should probably talk about that. ( I deluded your crew, and likewise you too/ And again I'm a maid on the shore. Nyehh! )
Well, after all the bloated descriptions and mindless detail and Bella’s constant whining, I wanted something slim and quietly beautiful; something understated and unique and wonderful. So I picked up my ARC of Heartsinger by Karlijn Stoffels (tr. Laura Watkinson). It hits shelves this month, so if you want an antidote to Twilight, check it out!
Speaking of unspeakably beautiful books, I brought back with me both volumes of The Orphan’s Tales by Catherynne M. Valente. While I can live without them by my side, and have done so, I don’t want to any longer. *snuggles them, but carefully, because they have thorns*
And on a different note, after reading an article about Mara Kay’s Masha, I’ve become interested in school stories. Any recommendations? Magic is of course a plus but not required!
