Work in progress

[hawkwing_lb]

The scene: to my back, a fire with log and turf and flames. To my right, my laptop on the hearthrug. To my left, an armchair, colonised by a sleeping cat. My notebook is open across my cross-legged knees. My current reading is balanced on the armchair, half-shoved under the snoring cat to keep the pages open. A teapot (presently empty) sits on the hearth. The ceiling light is on. My back sweats and my toes are cold.

Every few pages I must pause in my note-taking to settle my anxiety. And so we go on.

(Reading: Saara Lilja, The Treatment of Odours in the Poetry of Antiquity.)

Comments

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

Seek inspiration from the cat. They've got things sussed...

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

The cat is wise. The cat knowzzzz all thingzzzzz....

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

At this present moment, I resent it exceedingly as a cause of my anxiety. But if I were reading it for pleasure, as of thirty pages I would call it distinctly promising.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

half-shoved under the snoring cat to keep the pages open

I knew they must have a use, if I could only hang on long enough to find it...

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

They're soft, fuzzy, and while unconscious make very good weights....

[desperance.livejournal.com]

(also, I never want to read it, but I am delighted that there is a book about the treatment of odours in the poetry of antiquity)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

It is a delightful topic!

...When one doesn't have to stop every paragraph to take notes, at least. :)