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So, NaNo starts in approximately three hours and I am not excited at all. Part of this may come from the fact that I already spend every free hour of the day working on a novel, which I swear is practically a full-time job, or at least another class. Except with porn and awesomeness, although sometimes things overlap beween my work-study job, my classes, and the novel. Sadly, it is usually the rape. Sometimes the lesbians. Usually the rape. *winces*

Also, the NaNovel in theory has some of the same elements of the original: soldier girl, non-soldier girl, women in the military being awesome, except in New Orleans, and also, at the moment, no men. (Which actually doesn't hold true for the original; there are men all over the place in the original.)

I could write part two of Dust. Or a short set in the Original-'verse -- which may actually be the best idea, because I really don't function well having two different 'verses in my head. 's why regular fic production slipped when aella_irene and I started writing the Junior Pevensie 'verse.

(Also options: colonial fantasy, thieves in faux-Florence, not-incest.)

Maybe I won't start at midnight with the suitemates; maybe I'll sleep on it and start in the morning.

oh, ENGLAND

My Victorianism prof from last semester, whose specialty is nineteenth-century British politics, is on sabbatical this year (*POUT* I want him for my major advisor...although I'm going to request one of the other British history profs here; my roommate has her for Early Modern England and apparently she is Scottish and adorable and I want to take her for Medieval England next semester) and wrote this piece for the School of Liberal Arts newsletter.

I can just see him dragging his wife into the men's room at the pub in Yorkshire because she just has to see these pictures. (Really, England? In the men's room?)

I feel very England-y right now, having just read Sharpe's Regiment and still in the process of reading Bible and Sword: England and Palestine from the Bronze Age to Balfour. And also yesterday having watched the first part of Pillar of Fire in Arab-Israeli Conflict yesterday, in which bagpipes play in Palestine. And some other stuff happens, but I was kind of enthralled by the bagpipes and the kilted Scotsmen.

Am suddenly resisting the urge to try and read one novel for every day of November. I read fast enough that this actually an entirely doable option; I did Sharpe's Regiment in about an hour and a half, two hours, and Stone Butch Blues in about two and a half, three hours. Today.