Entry tags:
the siren sings / meltingly of water
I went shopping with the express intent of buying wine, but somehow I ended up with two books instead. THAT WAS NOT THE PLAN, SELF.
(However, no force on earth could have prevented me from buying a secondhand copy of Auden's For The Time Being, because one of the two poems in the book is The Sea & The Mirror. And I also picked up Glen Duncan's The Bloodstone Papers which I am thoroughly enjoying after only a couple of chapters. I hadn't realised before that he's from an Anglo-Indian background, and I think the book is a semi-fictional account of his family's life. I have a soft spot for Glen Duncan in general because we share an unwise enthusiasm for adjectives; he just uses them more effectively than I do.)
And then I was gifted with a bottle of nominally undrinkable wine by a college friend, and am currently ploughing through my fic with the devil-may-care attitude of someone who has written 7585 words and has no real desire to write any more but has nevertheless been adequately lubricated with mediocre alcohol.
(However, no force on earth could have prevented me from buying a secondhand copy of Auden's For The Time Being, because one of the two poems in the book is The Sea & The Mirror. And I also picked up Glen Duncan's The Bloodstone Papers which I am thoroughly enjoying after only a couple of chapters. I hadn't realised before that he's from an Anglo-Indian background, and I think the book is a semi-fictional account of his family's life. I have a soft spot for Glen Duncan in general because we share an unwise enthusiasm for adjectives; he just uses them more effectively than I do.)
And then I was gifted with a bottle of nominally undrinkable wine by a college friend, and am currently ploughing through my fic with the devil-may-care attitude of someone who has written 7585 words and has no real desire to write any more but has nevertheless been adequately lubricated with mediocre alcohol.
