Grumpiness

[muninnhuginn]

Ravens inclined to say "Bah!" to the entire universe and disappear into a sulk under the bedclothes.

Why?

• Joints hurt worse than usual.
  
  
• Not going to Novacon at the weekend, which we rather wanted to do.
  
  
• October's nearly over.

So, tomorrow we start on the loony enterprise of trying to make ourselves write 50k words in a month. Of horror. (We'll abstain from making any Conradian (or is that Conradish?) quotes at this point!) Instead, what we're not going to do:

Thomas took the stone off the first pile of paper. 'Look, this is the beginning,' he said as the torch lit up a large 'Section A'. He snatched the top sheet off, then let out a gasp of astonishment.
The whole of the page underneath was covered with large block capitals -- badly formed ones, such as a child makes when leaning to write. As I moved the torch along the lines, we read: THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT. THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT. THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT ... on and on, to the end of the page.

Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle, Chapter 16

Comments

Novacon

[the-magician.livejournal.com]

That's a great shame, would have been lovely to have seen you there. I hope you're feeling better soon (and then I hope you continue to feel well for ever more after that, though I realise that's a fairly unlikely hope at this stage ...)

Good luck with the NaNoWriMo stuff.

Re: Novacon

[muninnhuginn]

Would've been nice to see you too. As ever, half of Cambridge seems to be going (and the only time we see Cambridge fans is not in Cambridge). Still, it means two completely empty evenings to really forge on with the horror.