T'eyla Minh

(I didn't make that rhyme intentionally...)

My silly X-Files fic idea has almost completely come to fruition in my brain. ( Details )

And because it's about fandom, I shan't bother to filter the dream I had last night, but I will cut it nonetheless. ( I won't hold out hope that it's prophetic... )

I'm sure I had something else to mention, but damned if I can remember what it was...

Oh! That was it. I finished The Book Thief last night and the ending is so, so sad. Well, the penultimate chapter, at least. I didn't intend to finish it, but got completely sucked in thinking it couldn't possibly end how it did.

I would definitely recommend it. The concept in itself is interesting (though some people have said the style and narrator make it seem rather dispassionate and distant, given the nature of the characters; not entirely true, but each to their own) and there are some very interesting turns of phrase within the seemingly conversational narrative.

Paul is reading it next and then I can give it back to my mum, though I'll definitely buy another copy for myself. :) Next on the list is Tracy Chevalier's Burning Bright (another borrowed one), and then I can get back to my proper list. I should probably read The Last Unicorn after that (which shouldn't take too long), and then White Teeth.

And then all the others I keep picking up.

Oh! I also got hold of The Boy Who Kicked Pigs by Tom Baker (yes, THAT Tom Baker) and it's very, very odd. Somewhat reminiscent of Tim Burton's The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and the ending is horrible. I literally read it in an hour (it's a children's book), so if you can find it, give it a go.

That's definitely everything. :)

for some reason today i was compelled to go into waterstones. i had no reason to, really. just felt like it. and while i was in there, i briefly considered buying "tipping the velvet", just out of curiosity's sake, but then figured i'll be able to get it cheap somewhere eventually. so instead, on a whim, i checked the poetry section, and decided to buy a collection of t.s.eliot poetry. i did, however, check to see if the copy contained interesting things; it does - "the waste land" (all of it), " the love song of j. alfred prufrock", "the hollow men" and, of course, "rhapsody on a windy night."

and then i sat in the learning centre and read all 110 pages of it. "ROAWN" remains probably my favourite, followed by "la figlia che piange" (not in this book, unfortunately) and section two of "TWL" - "a game of chess" because it's so... odd. but not as odd as part four, to be fair.

anyway. look out for quotes from that when i'm in the mood. and i may even start doing daily quotes in general, because my MSN usernames don't count. :P (except for thsoe certain days when i manage to find something perfect, of course.)

i'm so horrendously uninspired right now it's untrue. keep wanting to start a new novel idea, but that'd mean giving up on "omnis falsus est" entirely and letting it go the way of "the thorn bird". ideas had at 17 obviously aren't the best ones. actually, considering the plot complexities of "OFE", giving up might be a good idea... except i like it, dammit! it's just annoyingly uncooperative these days.

and all i know about the thing i want to write is that in my head it's all amazingly grey (monochromatic, even) and rainy, and set in back alleys of big cities, with a gang of characters with serious problems... but it won't gel into even the most basic premise for a plot, and that sucks. oh well.

(addendum: i guess i could go with the flow and cinderella-ise it...)

incidentally, i wrote this entry (yes, on paper) in the learning centre at lunchtime, lack of capitals and all. hm. perhaps i should scan it and subject you all to my handwriting ;) or, at least, my purple fountain pen. *sigh* okay, i need a life.

anyway, i'd opened my folder and pencil tin with the intent of writing... well... something. i just never intended it to be an entry. never mind. saves me having to think later, i guess...

Today's Quote:

"O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag
It's so elegant
So intelligent"

(from "The Waste Land" - Part II: "A Game of Chess")