Today was a bright and cold day. There were white speckles on top of the wooden garden table and the guinea pig outdoor cage. The asphalt looked grey.
I am teaching myself to notice and write about the weather. I think it may come in useful for HP fic, and any other fic thereafter. (If there ever is a thereafter, huff.)
I am writing my book. Today, I collated all the chapters, much as I did with HP fic last week. I have 67,000 words of HP opus and I have 135,000 words for my book!!! Mg, how did that happen? Now it's deletin' time. I am writing about anecdotes at the moment; it is fun! What do you think an anecdote is, and how is it different from a joke, and from a short story, and can anecdotes be circulated in print or are they mainly an oral form? We know that a picture can tell a story but can a picture tell an anecdote?
I am looking fab today in clothes that I bought at Kew when I was in London with a rl friend on Tuesday. That is the shop for me! I was in fashion heaven! I am never in Fashion heaven as I hate clothes shops. The only shops I like are Zij in Holland and Banana Republic in the USA and these shops are not within commuting distance of me but Kew is! The colours, the cuts, the materials, it is all so ME! So today I am wearing a charcoal-browney bouclé cardigan with two big round buttons, a V-neck long-sleeved brown T-shirt with browney-pearly buttons sewn along the neckline, and some non-Kew items, namely a grey knee-length wool skirt and woollen tights and my flat lace-ups that make me feel like a nurse! I love this look. it was a pity that I spent all day at home so in order to flaunt myself about a bit, I picked t'son up early from school and we went to a café.
Also, yesterday I took the ibook out for the first time to a café. It was fantastic! But now that I hear that
ukcalico's laptop has carked it after having knocked against something last summer, I am nervous! Should one move one's laptop around at all????
An old flame (my first!) sent me the double-CD of the collected songs of the Thought Criminals. Australians on the flist: anyone remember the Thought Criminals? Memory lane!! They were very punk and very Sydney, and the bass guitarist was my best friend's boyfriend. I wore a home-cut T-shirt with slashes underlaid with pink satin and did the pogo.
I am teaching myself to notice and write about the weather. I think it may come in useful for HP fic, and any other fic thereafter. (If there ever is a thereafter, huff.)
I am writing my book. Today, I collated all the chapters, much as I did with HP fic last week. I have 67,000 words of HP opus and I have 135,000 words for my book!!! Mg, how did that happen? Now it's deletin' time. I am writing about anecdotes at the moment; it is fun! What do you think an anecdote is, and how is it different from a joke, and from a short story, and can anecdotes be circulated in print or are they mainly an oral form? We know that a picture can tell a story but can a picture tell an anecdote?
I am looking fab today in clothes that I bought at Kew when I was in London with a rl friend on Tuesday. That is the shop for me! I was in fashion heaven! I am never in Fashion heaven as I hate clothes shops. The only shops I like are Zij in Holland and Banana Republic in the USA and these shops are not within commuting distance of me but Kew is! The colours, the cuts, the materials, it is all so ME! So today I am wearing a charcoal-browney bouclé cardigan with two big round buttons, a V-neck long-sleeved brown T-shirt with browney-pearly buttons sewn along the neckline, and some non-Kew items, namely a grey knee-length wool skirt and woollen tights and my flat lace-ups that make me feel like a nurse! I love this look. it was a pity that I spent all day at home so in order to flaunt myself about a bit, I picked t'son up early from school and we went to a café.
Also, yesterday I took the ibook out for the first time to a café. It was fantastic! But now that I hear that
An old flame (my first!) sent me the double-CD of the collected songs of the Thought Criminals. Australians on the flist: anyone remember the Thought Criminals? Memory lane!! They were very punk and very Sydney, and the bass guitarist was my best friend's boyfriend. I wore a home-cut T-shirt with slashes underlaid with pink satin and did the pogo.