Bare roots
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pjthompsonSignificant milestone of the day: I passed 100,000 words on Night Warrior.
Book news of the day: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sartorias I am thoroughly enjoying Warprize by Elizabeth Vaughan. I'm afraid my research reading has gotten rather short shrift since I started that novel. I'd thought to do a chapter a night of research, but that got reduced to a section Monday night, and last night I gave up all pretense of reading anything but Warprize. What fun entertainment it is! Just what I need right now. I've read other books in the new Tor Romance line, but this is by far my favorite.
Quote of the day:
"Never own more than you can carry at a dead run, except books. Books are worth taking risks for."
—Kage Baker
(Harcourt Trade Publishers interview)
Ironically, Harcourt dropped her contract. She's now with Tor. Yay Tor!
Sleep deprivation of the day: My waking, rational mind talks me out of a lot of worry and fear and guilt. At night and in dreams, however, the rational mind has no say. At night, the worry-fear-guilt holds court and fills my dreams with devils bearing pitchforks, so I haven't been sleeping well. Not nightmares, exactly, but I'm startling awake from unpleasant or uncomfortable dreams every couple of hours—or I have the devil's time going to sleep in the first place. Today my mind is wuzzy, darting in and out of coherence like a small fish in hostile waters. I found myself at lunchtime riding up and down in the elevator because I kept pushing the wrong buttons and not realizing it until I wound up on the wrong floor. There may be a bit of Warprize going on here, too, because I have a sense of barbarians trampling the flowerbeds of my dreams. Nothing like a good story to get a girl cranked up.
Cliché du jour: The smile died from Arthur's face.
Darling du jour: The trees hung heavy from the morning mist. The growing light burned in the droplets so the top of the leaves shone a saturated green, while the undersides remained dark and moody.
Not really attached to anything, just an observation I made on the drive to work this morning and had to write down. The light in the trees along Venice Boulevard was so beautiful, one of those moments that make you think, "Okay, maybe it is good to be alive."
Sleep deprivation seems to be a good inspiration to the poetic imagination for me. I updated several poems today, made them stronger, truer.
Poetic observation of the day: You have to tell the truth in poems. You can certainly put on poetic masks, and there have certainly been poets who are liars. But underneath the masks and the lies, the truth will always win out whether you want it to or not. It shows like an old lady's slip as she's climbing onto the bus. If it doesn't, the poem is usually bad. There's a knowingness in good poetry; an indefinable bare root essence that bad poetry lacks.
Socks of the day: Rather conservative dark grey with little white flowers.
Book news of the day: Thanks to
sartorias I am thoroughly enjoying Warprize by Elizabeth Vaughan. I'm afraid my research reading has gotten rather short shrift since I started that novel. I'd thought to do a chapter a night of research, but that got reduced to a section Monday night, and last night I gave up all pretense of reading anything but Warprize. What fun entertainment it is! Just what I need right now. I've read other books in the new Tor Romance line, but this is by far my favorite.Quote of the day:
"Never own more than you can carry at a dead run, except books. Books are worth taking risks for."
—Kage Baker
(Harcourt Trade Publishers interview)
Ironically, Harcourt dropped her contract. She's now with Tor. Yay Tor!
Sleep deprivation of the day: My waking, rational mind talks me out of a lot of worry and fear and guilt. At night and in dreams, however, the rational mind has no say. At night, the worry-fear-guilt holds court and fills my dreams with devils bearing pitchforks, so I haven't been sleeping well. Not nightmares, exactly, but I'm startling awake from unpleasant or uncomfortable dreams every couple of hours—or I have the devil's time going to sleep in the first place. Today my mind is wuzzy, darting in and out of coherence like a small fish in hostile waters. I found myself at lunchtime riding up and down in the elevator because I kept pushing the wrong buttons and not realizing it until I wound up on the wrong floor. There may be a bit of Warprize going on here, too, because I have a sense of barbarians trampling the flowerbeds of my dreams. Nothing like a good story to get a girl cranked up.
Cliché du jour: The smile died from Arthur's face.
Darling du jour: The trees hung heavy from the morning mist. The growing light burned in the droplets so the top of the leaves shone a saturated green, while the undersides remained dark and moody.
Not really attached to anything, just an observation I made on the drive to work this morning and had to write down. The light in the trees along Venice Boulevard was so beautiful, one of those moments that make you think, "Okay, maybe it is good to be alive."
Sleep deprivation seems to be a good inspiration to the poetic imagination for me. I updated several poems today, made them stronger, truer.
Poetic observation of the day: You have to tell the truth in poems. You can certainly put on poetic masks, and there have certainly been poets who are liars. But underneath the masks and the lies, the truth will always win out whether you want it to or not. It shows like an old lady's slip as she's climbing onto the bus. If it doesn't, the poem is usually bad. There's a knowingness in good poetry; an indefinable bare root essence that bad poetry lacks.
Socks of the day: Rather conservative dark grey with little white flowers.
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Date: 2005-07-14 10:31 am (UTC)I'm going to nick that one too! Probably for right after he has enjoyed the sight of someone's first encounter with a Claw Beaker.
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Date: 2005-07-14 10:40 am (UTC)