September 9th, 2007


Nocturnal Theatre: Zombie invasion?

The weird nightmare (I term it thus because it was one of those dreams where I woke up bowstring-tense and close to tears) this time entailed some kind of enormous, world-wide disaster (I assume worldwide though I had knowledge only of Canada and the U.S. being involved), and for some reason I suspect there being zombies, though I don't think I saw a single one. In any case it had been less than a week since the disaster, and there was no evidence of any police, army, or official organization of any kind still existing, though we kept hearing the news and hearing reference to the CBC still broadcasting... I know this because we found a radio once.

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That was about six AM, but I couldn't get back to sleep, so I read the last two books of the Valdemar trilogy instead, because they always make me feel better.

And now I'm awake and back to fretting over Riverwend... which I should stop doing, because there's nothing I can do about the probably-necessary but seemingly-impossible changes I likely have to make until I get all my betas back.

I think perhaps today will be devoted to knitting and watching Cardcaptor Sakura and doing nothing at all.


Oh. Oh my GODS.

Oohhhh. So PRETTY.

2. It is on sale at a five-hundred dollar discount.
4. It weighs 2.6 pounds.
5. 7.5 hours battery life.

1. It is WHOAexpensive, even with the discount.
2. Vista.
3. I have already ordered a softcase for the Compaq, and it would be too big for this.
4. I have a perfectly good laptop, and by the time it dies in a year or two, this one will be cheaper, and Vista may not even suck so hard.
5. I have a perfectly good laptop.

...I have a perfectly good laptop, I have a perfectly good laptop, I have a perfectly good laptop...

I have clearly spent too much time studying Canadian history. That came WAY too easily.

The Lamppost Book is based around a journal that the protagonists find, which leads them on madcap adventure. Obviously this required me to actually write parts of the journal, and in the course of this, I needed a reason why a young woman of good breeding and a talent for poetry might travel to the wilderness in the late 1890s.

And that is probably connected with how I just spent an hour checking old textbooks to determine the approximate date that Emily Carr first visited Uclulet in 1898. She has now, herself, appeared, albeit as a throwaway reference by a character who appears only through a journal, in the Lamppost Book.

I just... I don't... how did that happen? How?

Nonono, historical fiction, not me. NOT ME. I don't care how many Canadian history classes I took, I write urban fantasy, and that's FINAL. *firm fingershaking*