a lot about librarians
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ontologyI'm beginning to think that my body has gone completely insane. I am so sleepy right now I could probably lie down on the keyboard: this is despite sleeping in until eleven, and accidentally napping for an hour or two early this evening.
Well, a lot of today was kind of awful, and I feel physically pretty well wretched, although Sudafed improved things somewhat. But I went to the library hoping that Inkdeath and The Graveyard Book had been catalogued, and it was very pretty out, raining and things, very Octobery smelling, but my books weren't ready after all, and I felt so awful because I really needed some sort of little bright thing that I nearly cried, which is silly -- why do I cry so easily all of a sudden? -- so I went away to see if I could scrounge up some books, any books, that I hadn't read half to death. A few minutes later one of the librarians came up to me and said, "how many books did you have on reserve, two? Do you have twenty minutes? I can get those ready for you." Which was beyond sweet, really, and may have made my day. So I got to go home and curl up on my bed and read The Graveyard Book, which is the very Gaimany-est of Gaimans, and just splendid. This was also when the nap happened.
My throat is very scratchy just now. Bah.
So I feel sort of better, or less desperate anyway, but still sort of low -- there's this thing I've been writing for, oh, ages and ages, and I finally maybe finished it, but the last part is such rubbish that every time I go to type it up with the rest I feel an intense sort of tiredness and don't do it after all. (Ugh, it doesn't even match up with the rest thematically.) Oh well, I did write the first sentence of the Evangeline story while waiting at the library, and it isn't half bad, although it might end up not being the first sentence at all once I actually know what's going on, which I still don't. Oh dear, I need to research early twentieth century libraries somehow, and what sort of duties a young female librarian would be performing, and economy and life in general and oh dear.
Well, a lot of today was kind of awful, and I feel physically pretty well wretched, although Sudafed improved things somewhat. But I went to the library hoping that Inkdeath and The Graveyard Book had been catalogued, and it was very pretty out, raining and things, very Octobery smelling, but my books weren't ready after all, and I felt so awful because I really needed some sort of little bright thing that I nearly cried, which is silly -- why do I cry so easily all of a sudden? -- so I went away to see if I could scrounge up some books, any books, that I hadn't read half to death. A few minutes later one of the librarians came up to me and said, "how many books did you have on reserve, two? Do you have twenty minutes? I can get those ready for you." Which was beyond sweet, really, and may have made my day. So I got to go home and curl up on my bed and read The Graveyard Book, which is the very Gaimany-est of Gaimans, and just splendid. This was also when the nap happened.
My throat is very scratchy just now. Bah.
So I feel sort of better, or less desperate anyway, but still sort of low -- there's this thing I've been writing for, oh, ages and ages, and I finally maybe finished it, but the last part is such rubbish that every time I go to type it up with the rest I feel an intense sort of tiredness and don't do it after all. (Ugh, it doesn't even match up with the rest thematically.) Oh well, I did write the first sentence of the Evangeline story while waiting at the library, and it isn't half bad, although it might end up not being the first sentence at all once I actually know what's going on, which I still don't. Oh dear, I need to research early twentieth century libraries somehow, and what sort of duties a young female librarian would be performing, and economy and life in general and oh dear.
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Date: 2008-10-09 03:03 am (UTC)Also, was in Barnes and Noble today. Started reading Twilight. Please kill me. The badness was... worse than I imagined possible.
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Date: 2008-10-09 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-09 06:24 am (UTC)I can see you as a librarian. You'd be the lovely type who'd actually talk about the stories. ♥
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Date: 2008-10-09 10:34 pm (UTC)The title of The Graveyard Book reminds me. Have you ever read The Book Thief? I very highly recommend it, and think you would like it. It reminds me of Inkheart etc in that it's very much filled with books and their awesomeness, but as a story it is very different.