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adiva_calandiaHELLOOOOO, INTERNETS.
I am in Cincinnati. YAY. The second plane did not explode. DOUBLE YAY. It was half empty and I had a row to myself. TRIPLE YAY. The flight was uneventful and pleasant and I got some writing and drawing done! QUADRUPLE FREAKING YAY.
Whoo. It has been an exciting day, lemme tell you I tell you what.
I also finished Rose Madder (both drawings in my new sketchbook are related to that), and there are vague ideas circling my head about a fic involving Rosie and the city by the lake and a couple very tall men (though they're not really big enough to meet Pam's definition of somebody interesting, just lanky and taller than anybody has any right to be).
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gao, I'm going to have to go back and reread all of Rose's dreams, aren't I.
Now I'm reading The Eyes of the Dragon. (Yes, all of my for-pleasure reading this trip has been Stephen King*. I showed my copy of Rose Madder to someone we were having dinner with the other night and he said "Aah, vacation reading." Which strikes me as dismissive, but what can you do.) A friend of mine recommended this one to me a long, long time ago -- like, elementary- or middle-school long ago -- but it has taken me a long, long time to be able to stomach horror in any medium. Anyway, I picked it up because I remembered Ernie recommended it, and said it wasn't such a horror novel, but I didn't remember anything else of it.
The very first page involves Flagg and a king named Roland. You could say I double-took in the bookstore. Wikipedia tells me that this was published the same year as The Drawing of the Three. So.
Anyway. I suppose I really should get some food, though I'm more keyed up than hungry.
The upshot of everything: I am still alive! YAY.
*Relatedly.
I am in Cincinnati. YAY. The second plane did not explode. DOUBLE YAY. It was half empty and I had a row to myself. TRIPLE YAY. The flight was uneventful and pleasant and I got some writing and drawing done! QUADRUPLE FREAKING YAY.
Whoo. It has been an exciting day, lemme tell you I tell you what.
I also finished Rose Madder (both drawings in my new sketchbook are related to that), and there are vague ideas circling my head about a fic involving Rosie and the city by the lake and a couple very tall men (though they're not really big enough to meet Pam's definition of somebody interesting, just lanky and taller than anybody has any right to be).
gao, I'm going to have to go back and reread all of Rose's dreams, aren't I.Now I'm reading The Eyes of the Dragon. (Yes, all of my for-pleasure reading this trip has been Stephen King*. I showed my copy of Rose Madder to someone we were having dinner with the other night and he said "Aah, vacation reading." Which strikes me as dismissive, but what can you do.) A friend of mine recommended this one to me a long, long time ago -- like, elementary- or middle-school long ago -- but it has taken me a long, long time to be able to stomach horror in any medium. Anyway, I picked it up because I remembered Ernie recommended it, and said it wasn't such a horror novel, but I didn't remember anything else of it.
The very first page involves Flagg and a king named Roland. You could say I double-took in the bookstore. Wikipedia tells me that this was published the same year as The Drawing of the Three. So.
Anyway. I suppose I really should get some food, though I'm more keyed up than hungry.
The upshot of everything: I am still alive! YAY.
*Relatedly.
