Quiz

[desperance]

This is the fact: that I feel crap today, thick-headed and woozy and cold. Is this:

(a) just the weather (it's been raining literally all day, and is just vile out there, and even the relentless splatter of it against the windows is getting to me);

(b) just broken nights and bad sleeping;

(c) some lurgy kind of bug; or

(d) the traditional post-book breakdown?

Not that it matters, because wherever in the alphabet it comes from, the treatment is the same. I am going to lie on the sofa and drink hot toddies (made with ridiculously indulgent single malts and organic honey, along with the lemon juice and Angostura bitters, because there just ain't any cheap stuff in the house, hon, and I'm not going shopping in this weather, in this state) and read The Jungle Book. Which is, actually, work: I am smitten by a Bright New Idea and actually need to revisit this essential text. At least, I sort of do, I need to have it fresh in my mind. What's taken me a little by surprise is just how well I know it already; I do remember its being a favourite when I was young, but it must have been one of those favourites that I went back to time and time again, because I know this almost by heart already, and I didn't remember that.

Comments

[bookzombie.livejournal.com]

I know about b) at the moment. I've not slept well the last couple of nights and as a result I've been absolutely shattered in the evenings (hence ducking out of the Oxford SF meet tonight).

Maybe my sleeping patterns are trying to warn me about the having to be at Heathrow airport at 5pm on Sunday morning...

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Mmm - India...

Not that I'm jealous. Oh, no. It's too late for me (sob!). I was encountered one midnight on the town moor by a man who told me many things, all of them more or less useless; but the one that remains with me, he said that if I ever wanted to go to India I should do it before I was thirty, because after that it would be Too Late. I was twenty-nine at the time, and - well, I just never made it. So now I know there's no point even thinking about it.

No matter; I have Taiwan, and am content.

[bookzombie.livejournal.com]

But I'm 39. Does that mean I'm (gulp!) officially too old?!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. Some '60s version of the Flying Dutchman (you're not going KLM, are you?) will arise at immigration and shake his hoary locks at you, and...

Well, you get the picture. It was a very odd encounter (he also told me all about What Women Like, which by that time was surely going to be redundant advice, one way or another...), and I gave it no credence (except to put it in a book, obviously). But - well, it was the best part of twenty years ago, and I still haven't been to India, and I do show no signs of going, so maybe he was right after all? If yr trip is cancelled at the last minute, we will both of us know why.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

Feel better soon, sweetie!

I'm scrambllng to finish some articles, because tomorrow at 4 AM, I start work on a new TV series.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Lawks - and here I was thinking I was the embodiment of tedious virtue, with all this at-my-desk-by-7am thing. Why on earth does anything have to start at 4am? It's insane... (I know, I know, "it's TV" pretty much covers that one...)