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Belated birthday wishes

This is a few days late because I went on holiday and ended up surprisingly internet-less:o

A much delayed happy birthday to lady_branwyn I hope you had a lovely day and here’s wishing you a year full of lovely reading and other such nice stuff!
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No, I haven’t really fallen off the internets…

I pulled out my sketchbook to look for something but found this instead... I’m guessing it was intended to be an F/E. I’ve always find I’m not too keen on writing them... they come across far easier to draw. I really can’t remember when I started it, and it’s not really complete – I think Faramir needs some rework. But I can’t find an eraser or a sharpner. It’s still a draft, but I like the way Eowyn is coming out...

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Book

The library has been throwing up some interesting stuff...

It’s still a lousy year, and I'm still not writing, but the foodiness has been decent and the reading, for a chnage, has been good. I particularly liked The Woman Who Thought She Was A Planet and other stories by Vandana Singh.

I thought the title was brilliant. It’s simplistic yet manages to scream ‘read me’. And read I did.

It’s a collection of short stories and we all know how I feel about short stories getting short shrift:), and I liked most of them.

The title story, the one with that fascinating name, was decent. It doesn’t quite live up to its name, but it has rather good characterisation. There’s also a vague-ish story about a mathematician in search of answers, which rambled a bit. But the rest of the stories were pretty good. Like all good short pieces, they are neat and succinct and leave very few loose ends. Plus they're mostly fairly uncomplicated.
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Doing the ostrich act

So it seems I only ever post here nowadays when I want to pull my head out of the sand. I was trying to keep this a writing journal of sorts, 'cept now it seems I don't write...

I’d like to write. I really would. There’s this little voice gnawing away inside my head to remind me I didn’t write a thing last year:o

I don't do resolutions. If I did, I'd resolve to write more this year.

I'm so glad I don't do resolutions, which brings me to the rant.

If January is any indication of how this year is going to be, I don’t think I want any part of it:(

I’m not saying there isn’t a mix of the happies (new shoes, nice little relay thingy that a bunch of us ran, a lot of long weekends ahead, a promise of company for two mountainous trips which may or may not happen, but at least the thought is there), and the sadnesses but somehow the negatives right now (workplace angsts that are surprisingly unrelated to the R-word, and therefore completely unempathised with by others, cancelled wildlife holidays, ailing family and the ilk) seem to outweigh the positives so much that it’s all really very, very non-happy.

But I really, really want to write, and I want the time to write, and the time to let plot bunnies nip. And I don't see that anywhere.

*sighs and whines needily and pathetically for hugs, even if you give 'em again at the other place:o*
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