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clo_againIt's a beautiful day. Beautiful. I slept with my window open last night because it was have a hot water bottle or not get any sleep and really, when it comes down to it being a little hot or being a little kept awake by your insides eating each other, there's not much of a contest. So window open and it's February and I don't turn my radiator on in Lancaster, because all the Cypriots on south-west campus with their insistent full-on approach to heating more than keeps me warm and probably the rest of Lancaster too. Nevertheless, window open and *February*, I was fully expecting to wake up with all the bits of me not covered by duvet getting frostbitten.
Which is why, when I sleepily rolled out of bed about half ten this morning to shut the window on the annoyingly loud beeping of the bin lorry outside, it was something of a shock to realise my room wasn't cold. It wasn't even pleasantly cool. Just-- comfortable.
February. Outside it feels more like May. This is. Not. *Natural*.
I'm well aware I've been mired in uselessness the last couple of days but feeling much more with the shiny today and I'm just off to get dressed to go food shopping because I'm living on toast but then, I promise I'll spend tonight catching up. People who requested fic in that meme a week or so ago, I'm working on it but I'll post them all togetherhopefully before the end of February. I'm wondering why the majority was skewed towards my angstiest stuff. In future, y'all can't blame me for angst because you've proved you're all just as masochistic. ;-)
Book!rec, because it's too fantastic not to -- if you feel like picking up a book of short stories, I'm only two into Magic For Beginners by Kelly Link but it's beautiful and fantastic and weird, so very weird in all the good ways.
Charley looked like someone from a Greek play, Electra, or Cassandra. She looked like someone had just set her favourite city on fire.
...When Eric looked at her, he saw that the city was still on fire. It was still burning down, and Charley was watching it burn.
Amazing book, that's reminding me what short stories should look like after spending weeks trawling through students' first drafts of them was making me angry against the whole form. One day I will able to write like that... but, in the meantime, read Magic For Beginners. It's awesome.
Though, reading that's not going so well is my few, tentative forays into Top Gear slash. It's like a mental block; I can happily see them slashed with other people -- and in Hamster's case, apparently, half the world's population -- but trying to read slash with them together is like slowly stabbing my brain to pieces with cocktail sticks. I get it, I do, they're insanely slashy and all over each other way more than (most) tennis players but I can't get past this weird roadblock in my head that says it's Jeremy Clarkson and there are places I should never go to with some people and he's one of them. James too, though that's more I think because he's neither small and cute, or hilariously opinionated and great with words, so he loses out in my sharing of Top Gear fondness.
And it's weird but then, I think of how I'm still on thin ice with Lister/Rimmer most of the time and I know there're other pairings that I get but can't *read*. Which is reassuring, because it means there's a chance I'm not just shallow and won't read any pairing I don't find asthetically pleasing on both sides, regardless of personalities and how much I like them.
A slight, slight chance and I'm a little ashamed of my shallow because honestly, I thought I rated personality way up there at the top of my list.
And now, stuff needs to be done, something not helped by me sleeping in 'til gone noon. Though totally worth it. Mmm.
edit: Oh and I've been meaning to post this since I found it; lately I've been naming the pictures I save with things I could possibly use as fic titles, for inspiration, and it took no thought at all to name this
'Naps Snatched In Closets'.
And this
I'm posting just because it's pretty. :) As good an excuse as any.
Which is why, when I sleepily rolled out of bed about half ten this morning to shut the window on the annoyingly loud beeping of the bin lorry outside, it was something of a shock to realise my room wasn't cold. It wasn't even pleasantly cool. Just-- comfortable.
February. Outside it feels more like May. This is. Not. *Natural*.
I'm well aware I've been mired in uselessness the last couple of days but feeling much more with the shiny today and I'm just off to get dressed to go food shopping because I'm living on toast but then, I promise I'll spend tonight catching up. People who requested fic in that meme a week or so ago, I'm working on it but I'll post them all together
Book!rec, because it's too fantastic not to -- if you feel like picking up a book of short stories, I'm only two into Magic For Beginners by Kelly Link but it's beautiful and fantastic and weird, so very weird in all the good ways.
Charley looked like someone from a Greek play, Electra, or Cassandra. She looked like someone had just set her favourite city on fire.
...When Eric looked at her, he saw that the city was still on fire. It was still burning down, and Charley was watching it burn.
Amazing book, that's reminding me what short stories should look like after spending weeks trawling through students' first drafts of them was making me angry against the whole form. One day I will able to write like that... but, in the meantime, read Magic For Beginners. It's awesome.
Though, reading that's not going so well is my few, tentative forays into Top Gear slash. It's like a mental block; I can happily see them slashed with other people -- and in Hamster's case, apparently, half the world's population -- but trying to read slash with them together is like slowly stabbing my brain to pieces with cocktail sticks. I get it, I do, they're insanely slashy and all over each other way more than (most) tennis players but I can't get past this weird roadblock in my head that says it's Jeremy Clarkson and there are places I should never go to with some people and he's one of them. James too, though that's more I think because he's neither small and cute, or hilariously opinionated and great with words, so he loses out in my sharing of Top Gear fondness.
And it's weird but then, I think of how I'm still on thin ice with Lister/Rimmer most of the time and I know there're other pairings that I get but can't *read*. Which is reassuring, because it means there's a chance I'm not just shallow and won't read any pairing I don't find asthetically pleasing on both sides, regardless of personalities and how much I like them.
A slight, slight chance and I'm a little ashamed of my shallow because honestly, I thought I rated personality way up there at the top of my list.
And now, stuff needs to be done, something not helped by me sleeping in 'til gone noon. Though totally worth it. Mmm.
edit: Oh and I've been meaning to post this since I found it; lately I've been naming the pictures I save with things I could possibly use as fic titles, for inspiration, and it took no thought at all to name this
'Naps Snatched In Closets'.And this
I'm posting just because it's pretty. :) As good an excuse as any.
