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So, I was thinking about posting an entry every week about the things I've read during that week - novels, short stories, fic etc. I'm hoping it will be interesting and also encourage me to read more. I used to read so much, and now I'm out of the habit. And I do love to read. And I love to remember what I've read and what I thought about it, and what I loved or disliked about it. This is only an experiment, but I think it could be pretty cool. Post under the cut, because I'm really not expecting anyone else to be interested enough to read or comment (but it would be cool if anyone wanted to, and let me know what they've read this week, and give me some recommendations) No spoilers, I promise. ( Books books books )Tags: read this week
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Or the further observations of Miss Foxcat...  Miss Foxcat stood at the edge of the lane leading down to Shaw Abbey and breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass that still lingered in the air. In the distance, the song of a solitary blackbird broke through the early evening silence, making Miss Foxcat smile to herself in something akin to perfect happiness. She paused and looked down on Mr Bodie's ancestral home, sprawled out in front of her in all its glory. There was no doubt about it, Shaw Abbey was simply beautiful. Indeed, although Miss Foxcat had only been in Derbyshire for a few hours, she was quite inclined to declare it to be the most beautiful county in the whole of England. Her own home county of Devon was perfectly acceptable, of course, and the south west coast certainly had its areas of outstanding beauty, yet nothing could compare to the sheer wildness and scope of the Derbyshire countryside. And to think, this was the county where dear Mr Bodie had been born and raised. ( Oh Mr Bodie, I am undone... )Tags: miss foxcat
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My flist is glum. I don't like to see my flist glum, although I know that sometimes you just have days when you feel blue for no good reason. I also think it's pretty important to have days when you just let yourself be a little bit miserable for no reason, if that's how you're feeling. But being down in the dumps is not very nice, is it? So, I got to thinking of the things that make me happy - you know, the kind of things that just make you smile in spite of yourself, the things that can be really quite unimportant but which mean something to you. My own Reasons to be cheerful (part 3) Wuthering Heights, The Beatles, Robert Browning, Dresden, Berlin, my pets, livejournal, a nice cup of tea, Wilkie Collins, Bodie & Doyle, a good fountain pen, Sherwood Forest and Robin Hood, Richard III, my parents, Berry Pomeroy Castle, Morecambe and Wise, public libraries, gin and tonic, Adam Ant, Stargate, Alias Smith & Jones, Sherlock Holmes, Bing Crosby, Jane Austen, The Secrets Beneath by Sally Fell, trips to London, The Old Parish Poorhouse, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, bone china teapots, Starsky & Hutch, The West Wing, Atkins Law, Bodmin Gaol, old cemeteries, white roses, Devon, Charles Hamilton Sorley, Martin Luther King, Dr Who, second hand bookshops, The Mastodon Diaries by aka Jake and being one of the Mastoholics, the city of Durham, a long lie-in, the front row of Les Miserables in London, Mr Darcy, a cooked breakfast, finishing an essay, Art Garfunkel's voice... and My Friends. Tags: musings
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I want to write something! That's a good starting point, isn't it? And at the moment, I've got time to write. The flat is vacuumed and polished, all chores are done. The law course has been put aside for the weekend. The rats and hamster are in clean cages and are fed, watered and sleeping happily. I don't need to go into town, I've done my weekly shop. I'm stocked up on teabags and the cupboards are full. In the words of the wonderful Simon & Garfunkel "I've got nothing to do today but smile." And I want to use the time to write. The problem is, this is as far as I've got. I want to write something, but I have no idea what. Please flist, in the spirit of the recent meme doing the rounds, I need prompts. Inspire me, please. I'll take any prompts you can give me - pictures, quotes, missing scenes, something you'd like to see put in a fic. Want me to write a drabble featuring Bodie and Doyle undercover with angst, first time fic, bondage, character death, AU m-preg crossover with Eastenders? Let me know. I'm in your hands. :D Anyone? Tags: writing
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March 2012 |
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