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Goodbye, Mr Potter

Lacock Abbey

Lacock Abbey

Lacock Abbey

Film: Divinity School

Lacock Abbey

I owe my Harry Potter introduction to my little brother. One bored day (after I had re-read every single book in my dad’s bookcases – which I had done every time I visited for years) I desperately turned to the bookcases in my brother’s room. Lots of kids books, most of them once mine. Uncle Wiggly Long-ears, Disney fairy tales, Curious George… wait. What’s that? I eagerly lifted out a mammoth book, thinking it was a misplaced book of my father’s that I had missed. I mean, a kids book? That big? Naaah. I flipped it over. Oh. It was Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. Of course I’d heard of Harry Potter. But I hadn’t read any of it. I mean, it was for kids. And I was an English major. One read literature or one did not read at all! (Funnily enough this snobbery *only* applied to fantasy. Anything else was fair game. But no one read fantasy. If you did you got banished from the Dostoevsky quoting “serious” writers in the English program.) Oh well, why not? I thought. I mean, I have nothing else to read.

YIP 13/365: The Everyday

Whoosh! I started it before bed and read that sucker all night. The next day I went to Target and picked up 1-3. And then I read them. I watched the films. I went to midnight book releases and film showings. I knit a Hatmione (which J. has stolen) and a House Scarf (which my brother now owns). I own a Time Turner. Yes, I’m an HP geek. And so is J. And my little brother. And a bazillion other people out there.

HP7 Midnight Release

HP7 Midnight Release

HP7 Midnight Release

HP7 Midnight Release

And now it is no more. HP7.2 is out. Done, dusted. I cannot imagine a world without Harry Potter. Without Hogwarts. Without that crazy mad love that everyone fell into with a magical world. Without people getting so cozy with books. Never mind that I’m far too old to care about a teenage wizard. Never mind that the sheer size of the enterprise is such that I feel I’ll never be able to write anything containing even a tiny bit of that level of awesome.

So for this new world full of wonder and wands, thank you, Mr Potter.

Pictures: Lacock Abbey, Divinity School in Oxford, Time Turner, Midnight Release of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.

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I feel the need to knit a new House Scarf…

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Do a (rather long) drive by posting:
Green's A Neutral

This week has been busy. More not good busy than good busy but that’s life. I’m pretty worn out. I’m not feeling the need to be online everyday. In fact, I’m not feeling the need to be online at all. Except that my photos are backing up a bit. And I hate that. So I’ll play catch up and then see whether the urge to be online returns. At the very least it won’t be hanging over my head.

Admin note: Swap stuff still going on. Emails, replies and comments are on hold. I’m checking my email but not really answering it at the moment.

Talk about writing:

I have a real problem with writing. My problem is that I have a really bad habit of zooming through what I write. I’m like one of those harassed, overly busy tour guides: “on your left we have the introduction, on the right, the conflict. Over there’s the denouement and right in front of us, the conclusion. Thank you for reading, please don’t forget your belongings while you disembark the book.” I do not know where this comes from. By all accounts on the blog (and in emails for those of you unfortunate enough to be on my frequently emailed list) I can be verbose. Indeed I can sometimes not shut up. So WHY can’t I take a well planned and thought out plot and stretch it into a book? I read J. the opening of the stuff I’m working on at the moment and he a) was distracted halfway through by something it reminded him of (never a good sign) and b) told me that it felt like I was rushing through it to try and get it done. UGH.

Is it because I write too much poetry? I don’t know that I’ve mentioned it but I have been writing a poem a day for a few months now. I have never liked writing poetry. It is too easy. It comes too easily and I’m never quite sure that I’m *saying anything* worth writing. Sure it’s a great way to sum up my thoughts for the day. But is it hampering me? I am not about to write an epic poem. It would bore everyone, including myself.

So I don’t know. Anyone else have this problem? It’s the basic, everyday stuff I have problems with. Actiony type scenes and heartfelt pleas are fine. How to get character A from their house to another house where we introduce characters B, C and D? It’s very close to teleportation speeds, seriously.

Hrm. I wonder if it’s my tendency to caffeinate while writing. Maybe I ought to switch to herbal teas or something. (Know any good ones?)

Also? Tense and point of view. In a word, ugh.

Dream of a vacation:

YIP 330/365: Can I Go Here?

Back when I was at university I had a thing for the idea of travel. I’d made one trip to the UK and that was it for me. From then on it was Italy and France and Iceland and Russia and anywhere else I could manage. Being a broke student I got very used to dreaming and preparing while not actually doing and going. But I used to love travel magazines. I remember Travel and Leisure being like the travel bible for me. It’s been a rough couple of weeks so I decided to pick up a travel magazine to help me dream away some of the terrible urge to get away. And it did help. But more than that, it’s really brought home the idea of where I am. I am used to thinking of how many thousands it would take to get myself to Italy (for instance). From London it’s £79 roundtrip to Genoa. A trip to The Maldives? About £2000 for the both of us including flights, rooms and transfers. In short, the problem now for getting away isn’t money. It’s life. This week I have a medical test and a doctor’s appointment. Later this month? Dentist appointments, I’m being seen back in the breast clinic (where they will hopefully tell me it is Not Cancer). J’s got three shows with his band set up and there’s a big reunion-y type get together. And that’s what’s scheduled as of now, before the month begins. It isn’t money that’s keeping us from getting away, it’s the thing we want to get away *from*.

Show you how I spent my Tuesday:

CUTE.

This is Melissa and Peter. Melissa is from Texas and Peter is from London. When Melissa came to visit they took in Winchester and so we went to see them. It was great fun but oh my goodness was it COLD!

Some Winchestering took place:

Winchester

Winchester

Winchester

Winchester

Winchester

Winchester

These two are my favorite:

Winchester

Winchester

Do a photo catch up from this week:

Monday Favorites: March 29

Monday Favorites.

YIP 327/365: How I Spent My Saturday

Trust Delia

Rhubarb Ginger Brulee

Salsa

Finding new recipes. Including this one for rhubarb ginger brulee. Which is *heavenly*.

YIP 328/365: Flares Need Coffee

Coffee.

More Pretty Flowers

More Pretty Flowers

Pretty flowers.

How I Spent Sunday

Knitting group on Sunday.

From last week (or so):

YIP 324/365: Victorian Horror

YIP 325/365: New York In The Hallway

Green Sky

Dark Storm

And share a random bit of fun:

This Is My Phone

This Is My Phone

This Is My Phone

This Is My Phone

Meet my phone. It is old. It slides. I like sliding phones. I bet yours is much shinier. (And yes, I think you should post to Flickr/your blog with a picture.)

Tomorrow I have two health related appointments: an breast ultrasound and a GP appointment to get back all the results for the recent slew of blood tests. Wish me luck.

Back with sense making stuff later. Maybe. It might continue to be nonsensical. I cannot say.

Two Days

For the past two days I have been really sick. That panicky, clammy, flu like sick where you’re sure that you must be dying or something because how can you feel so absolutely rotten without there being something horribly wrong? On top of all that, dental pain. So this has been a very quiet, very bad week so far.

I’ve been reading mostly (reread the Twilight series). And reevaluating a few things. I’m having trouble letting go of a few not very helpful ideas and routines. I’m well aware it’s only the second week of the year. But I feel like I need to be doing better already.

There has been some good this week, even if I have had to expend a lot of energy trying to find it.

Firebird

On Monday I got a necklace made. Find it here.

YIP 252/365: Marilyn Makes It All Better

Marilyn dvd box set. I love Marilyn. I have gotten J. to love Marilyn too. We’re going to have a vintage suspense night soon and watch the film noir box set my mom gave me for Christmas. Along with the darker Marilyn films. In the meantime we’re watching the happy films: Gentleman Prefer Blondes, How To Marry A Millionaire (my favorite), Some Like It Hot (J’s favorite).

YIP 254/365: Random Apples

My photography eye is still open. And I got some baking done, for J. obviously. I’m back to pureed stuff.

YIP 255/365: Back To Work

Today I’m playing catch up. But I’m still not 100%.

Today is also my sister’s birthday. Which means mine’s in 10 days. My brother’s in in 20 days. We’re all lumped together even if we are many years apart in age. So far we have no plans for mine. Post-Christmas slump. Happens every year.

Working On: Writing. Or rather my inability to do so. I can’t tell if it’s fear of failure (valid, of course) or truly my health. Plus I have too many ideas! And no direction. (Carrie’s serendipitously nailed that one on the head for me though. See this picture.) I might take a fling at short stories at the moment. I don’t feel quite able to jump straight into novel mode.

Listening To: Colin Hay, Talvin Singh, Incubus (Morning View). I was wanting to listen to the Twilight soundtrack but I seem to have lost it. Woe is me.

Be nice to yourselves this week.

The Circus Is In Town

I kind of have a thing for circuses. I’m writing a book about them, actually. Well, one, in particular. (I love my circus.)

Circus Tent

YIP 81/365: Summer Circus

I love the summery feel of the circus in the sun…

The Circus is In Town!

Spooky Circus

… which descends into darkness. And that’s when things get interesting.

Taken last weekend and last September, respectively.

Admin note: Thanks to Julie for pointing out that my feed was no longer updating on Ravelry. I’ve fixed that now. If you’re just finding me again, sorry about that.

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