I came, I saw, I was employed
Jun. 14th, 2006 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbHughes & Hughes, Booksellers, apparently want me to come and work for them. They want me, they got me: next Tuesday, we will find out if, having seen shy, retiring, scatter-brained and medicated me, they want to keep me.
The weather continues (shock! horror!) fine and sunny and in the low twenties Celsius. My brain was mugged by a short story yesterday, which wrote itself in the space of five disjointed hours and left me gasping to keep up. When I was too tired to resist, it stuck out its tongue, laughed at me, and snuck in some blatently homoerotic implications at the end, and when I protested feebly, cried, "But it's thematic!" and then refused to pay me any more heed.
Who's in charge of this brain, anyway?
I finished off Charles Stross' The Clan Corporate yesterday: an okay book, but definitely a series one. All set-up, all the time. Also, Miriam is stupid in the cause of plot on more than one occassion. It's understandable stupid, but it still feels like handwaving. Hopefully there will be some kind of pay-off in the next book.
Kristine Smith's Law of Survival, on the other hand, is an entirely self-contained novel that slots nicely into place in the larger progression of the Jani Kilian books. Tense and extremely well-paced, with some deft character development and interesting hints of things to come. I really need to get a copy of Contact Imminent now.
I still need to read Toil properly for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jmeadows, finish cataloguing this! damn! library! of mine, write this damn! brain-wormed! novel!, reshelve books, reorganise contents of boxes, write nice begging letters to archaeological companies to ask for work on a dig somewhere sometime, attend appointments, go to work next week, and not run away gibbering into a corner. Gibbering would be bad.
Onward, onward.
The weather continues (shock! horror!) fine and sunny and in the low twenties Celsius. My brain was mugged by a short story yesterday, which wrote itself in the space of five disjointed hours and left me gasping to keep up. When I was too tired to resist, it stuck out its tongue, laughed at me, and snuck in some blatently homoerotic implications at the end, and when I protested feebly, cried, "But it's thematic!" and then refused to pay me any more heed.
Who's in charge of this brain, anyway?
I finished off Charles Stross' The Clan Corporate yesterday: an okay book, but definitely a series one. All set-up, all the time. Also, Miriam is stupid in the cause of plot on more than one occassion. It's understandable stupid, but it still feels like handwaving. Hopefully there will be some kind of pay-off in the next book.
Kristine Smith's Law of Survival, on the other hand, is an entirely self-contained novel that slots nicely into place in the larger progression of the Jani Kilian books. Tense and extremely well-paced, with some deft character development and interesting hints of things to come. I really need to get a copy of Contact Imminent now.
I still need to read Toil properly for
jmeadows, finish cataloguing this! damn! library! of mine, write this damn! brain-wormed! novel!, reshelve books, reorganise contents of boxes, write nice begging letters to archaeological companies to ask for work on a dig somewhere sometime, attend appointments, go to work next week, and not run away gibbering into a corner. Gibbering would be bad.Onward, onward.
