{ the hail storm tumbles, the rail line stumbles. }

Dear Self,
6,40am, really?
confused (and tired) love, M.

Yeah, so my internal clock is on the fritz but at least it's early and not late. The weather is gorgeous out and it's almost 9.30am so I'm going to pack up and head for the library in a bit.

Really need to buy new jeans because mine have holes. And the pair which doesn't have holes has mysteriously disappeared. I don't really want to be wearing black trousers all the time so I need to stitch up my jeans (can't afford new ones right now, so the other thing I need is a job). Alternatively, I could start braving skirts, but I don't want to scare people, heh.

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Have just looked at my calendar - was budgeting - and realised that there are three weeks of actual class left and then two weeks of study and then, quite possibly, I will be into the exa period. This doesn't sound right and is also very, very scary. ! That said, it also means that the four week exam period begins 11th June which does make sense. twincy, when are you in the country? I have no idea when my exam(s? I may have more than one this year, I can't remember) fall(s) but I'm determined to work something out.

Also, wliberation, I am still writing the email that I was going to send you yesterday. So.

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OK. Really must pack up and leave for the library now. Hopefully I know what I'm doing today otherwise I'm fairly screwed.

{ just let me hold while you're falling apart. }

I can't access half the books I need. Typical.

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twincy wanted to know about 3 of my interests (because I poked her and made her ask me, of course). Meme rules say that if you poke me I'll poke you back ask you about three of yours. Alternatively, you could ask me about the others I've got listed?

experimental fiction. Oh, I love experimental fiction. It breaks my head in two, it doesn't always make sense, it's difficult to tell if you're reading it correctly/if people who are reading it understand your rhythm, but it's so great. You know, our perception of reality changes across time, and a lot of this is because of people finding new ways to represent reality. I don't think experimental fiction has to be innovative and the thing about it that's risky is that it might fail - hello Gertrude Stein. Sometimes - or rather, in my personal case - it's a cop out, because I have a difficult time writing straight prose, or writing chronologically. But I also think experimental fiction can make writing more three dimensional. I think people don't like it so much because it's difficult to read - you have to work at reading it, much like all the damn texts on my Modernism course, and that's really fucking tiring. But I also think it's really fucking worth it. If I'd written No More Roads as a straight-prose fic, it would have been porn. Or, if not porn, it would have been less intense (than I imagine it to be; it may not read that way at all). It's all very well to say that as one action takes place, Megan is thinking a, b and c; it's another to try and carry the audience to thoughts a, b and c. I'm not certain I was successful. I don't really care. I think experimental fiction taxes you as a writer and a reader, and I think that's worth it.

flatlanders. Heh. Hi, wliberation! Did you know other people have this listed as an interest? I don't think it's for quite the same reason as us, though. I come from the fens and it's the kind of place where you could set your dog running for three days and still see the horizon - well, if Britain wasn't so skinny. Our dogs would shoot off into the ocean and up onto the continent. Anyway, wliberation and I were talking about how difficult we find it to write about setting in comparison to writing about action or thought/emotion, and she said she thinks this is because coming from a place so, well, flat, the scenery didn't inspire so much and thus we were used to ignoring it. ...then we hit a tangent and now I like to throw the word around because it sounds good, and makes me smile. My girl is for the win, though, because when she writes you don't notice or care that the locational details are maybe scant - she fills every paragraph with really good prose, and I think that's what makes her an exceptional flatlander. She doesn't let the lack of hills stop her from telling the story that needs to be told.

spooks. Aw, British fandom, how weak you are, and yet, so comparatively wonderful. The early seasons are my favourites; I'm having a falling out with some of the newer cast. It's about spies, ooh. And I bitch about it a fair amount, sure, but in the end, I think the production value beats most of the American dramas I watch week on week. That said, I find the hour-long drama exhausting to watch sometimes. Spooks was also the fandom that got me back into fanfiction after that horrid spell with The Tribe, oiskie.

My icon, by the way? Ros. The best thing to happen to the show in two seasons. SERIOUSLY. (Also, I don't know if you've seen the latest CM, twincy, but Olga Sosnovska was on this last time I saw her. Spooks fans? She was playing a Russian. It was really quite fan-fulfilling.)

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Oh, Rob Thomas, you sappy, sappy child. You speak to my inner bad!ficcer.

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I'm going back to the house now. If the books aren't here, why am I?