The gloom is literal. Also literary.
Dec. 7th, 2010 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceLord, but I've been low today. Just suddenly and utterly bleak and cold and grey. Which is, come to think of it, the weather; it's wicked bitter out there, and dead chill in here despite all the heat my house is able for.
I made it to the Lit & Phil this morning, but not for long. All I was trying to do was read what I've written of this novel, but I didn't make it halfway. Again with the bleak and cold and grey. It's not the character's fault that she's suicidally depressed, she has good reason for it, but oy.
And then I came home and was mooching pointlessly about the house, and glanced out of the window to see that the day's light had gone already, and looked at my watch and it's only bloody half past three. Gloom, we has it. Is "gloaming" related to "gloom"? Must be, surely. Same thing, only more poetical. Bloody poets.
So anyway: here I am doing something different, checking the copy-edit for Desdaemona. That'll cheer me up, it's got werewolves and vampires and everything. And no, my vamps don't sparkle. Here, have a darling-of-the-moment:
Vamps shall not live by blood alone. They feed on threat, on fear, on the breath of corruption and the hollow sound of a footfall in the dark.
Eternal adolescents: I'm in no position to mock. But underpasses are the vamp equivalent of a shopping mall. They’re the mall-rats, we’re the shopping.
I made it to the Lit & Phil this morning, but not for long. All I was trying to do was read what I've written of this novel, but I didn't make it halfway. Again with the bleak and cold and grey. It's not the character's fault that she's suicidally depressed, she has good reason for it, but oy.
And then I came home and was mooching pointlessly about the house, and glanced out of the window to see that the day's light had gone already, and looked at my watch and it's only bloody half past three. Gloom, we has it. Is "gloaming" related to "gloom"? Must be, surely. Same thing, only more poetical. Bloody poets.
So anyway: here I am doing something different, checking the copy-edit for Desdaemona. That'll cheer me up, it's got werewolves and vampires and everything. And no, my vamps don't sparkle. Here, have a darling-of-the-moment:
Vamps shall not live by blood alone. They feed on threat, on fear, on the breath of corruption and the hollow sound of a footfall in the dark.
Eternal adolescents: I'm in no position to mock. But underpasses are the vamp equivalent of a shopping mall. They’re the mall-rats, we’re the shopping.