cimorene

now that my family are safe, i have no excuse (other than some transient pain, but i already took ketoprofen so i guess i don't have that excuse either) for my weird ennui. i think the problem was that i didn't finish what was supposed to be a very short piece of crackfic about band of princes before vacation, and even though i wrote a lot more of it while i was gone in spite of the disaster, i've lost some of my momentum for it. it's almost finished now, but it's also 9000 words, which means it's probably going to hit a thousand more before i manage to actually finish it.

another of my weird compulsions - like not writing more than one thing at once, for instance - is that i don't like to sidetrack myself in the middle of writing something by, say, watching anything that will claim my full attention, or reading anything that would do that. so even though i've started downloading the tenimyu and the prince of tennis manga, and we've got black powder war and throne of jade (and also my own copies of sorcery and cecelia and the grand tour ♥♥♥, which i finally got around to ordering), and my mom also finally found my copy of singin' in the rain... i haven't done much of anything in three days other than poke around after stray bits of tenipuri slash i may've missed and reread a georgette heyer mystery.

and, okay, yesterday i impulse-bought it - the only one in akademiska bokhandeln was they found him dead, but i can order the others from helsinki if i want to, and the fabulous thing is that a british publisher appears to be reissuing her mysteries in a set of very nice matching paperback editions! they have behold, here's poison too, and that's my favourite heyer mystery! ♥