Over The River, Not Yet Through The Woods
I dreamed last night, another dream of scorching personal impact. It involved two brothers, one of whom had a little blood-drinking problem, and a house with paper-yellow walls.
I really need to take more care with my dreaming. Maybe I should eat something before bed. I wonder if it’d help.
On to other things!
I knew Beowulf and Grendel was probably not going to be a good thing. It’s a great epic poem, but it always seemed a bit thin for film or renovelization (the big exception is, of course, Grendel, and always will be) and a linkie on my f-list (I think it was on matociquala‘s) led me to this review, which just bears out my sad sinking feeling. *le sigh* Warning: do NOT drink hot coffee while reading the review. Just don’t do it.
*winces in pain*
Something happened yesterday, and it’s a little too painful to talk about. So I will instead say that I am a COMPLETE GODDESS, because I proofed 215 PAGES OF TEXT IN FIVE HOURS, in between feeding children, driving a child to school, doing laundry, and getting up to check my email.
I have given myself a stadium’s-worth of applause, too. Because I think I earned it.
The morning is clear and cold. Yesterday I also finished Hibbert’s The Days of the French Revolution and went straight on into Napoleon’s Master: A Life of Prince Talleyrand (bought the British edition because the American doesn’t come out for MONTHS and I cannot abide that.) I adore Talleyrand in all his flawed glory. And his bon mots don’t hurt either. I couldn’t get through Neville’s The Eight, which had him as a starring player, but after reading about the French Revolution and going straight into Napoleon it is impossible to get out without falling in deep love or bitter hatred with Talleyrand. At least, in my humble opinion. After filling my head with the sans-culottes and the brutality of the Terror, the Directorate (no less bloody) is almost a relief and Napoleon seems an absolute boon. Even if he was an arrogant little cuss, too smart for his own good.
Well, duty calls. Today is the last Very Full Day before I start packing and arranging last-minute things for the trip out to Spokane. If I get through today without pulling my own hair out in fistfuls it will be a miracle.
I like miracles.
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October 25th, 2006 at 8:00 pm
Lilith,
If you eat before you dream you will only end up with food in the dream too. Too bad about Beaowulf and Grendel. I was hoping for something better. Oh well. there’s always “The Prestige” to go see!