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[bedlamsbard]

Today I made lemon curd, which was fun, only it took a lot longer than I expected and I wasn't entirely certain what the consistency was supposed to be, but it tastes goods and it's thicker than water, so. *shrug* Also, it's this really pretty glowing yellow.

One of my favorite authors is doing a signing in London on July 7th. I am wondering if it's worth it to try and go up from Cambridge that evening; since she lives in England and I, you know, do not, it is probably unlikely that I'll have another chance. (I'm never in Seattle when authors do signings; strangely, very few authors come to New Orleans when I'm actually there.) On the other hand, time, money, strange city, foreign country, etc. Still do not know schedule.

(Today I told my mother that I didn't want to go to England, I wanted to stay home. WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA, Y'ALL? *breathes into paper bag* I have already paid, I cannot actually back out of this. If Chicago can do a whole year at UCL and New York can do a semester in Prague, which, I may add, is in a country where they do not even speak English, and my dad's ESL students can come to CWU, then I can do one freaking month in England. Only I have not done any of the stuff I meant to do this summer: forget the academic stuff, I haven't even used our new Dutch oven yet. /nervous breakdown.)

Also today I watched Star Trek (for some reason I forget how much FUN this movie is; also it reminds me that lazulisong's characterizations are my One True Characterizations, though there are of course other acceptable ones, and STXI is one of the few fandoms for which I still read fic, I don't even know) and True Grit (I am so behind the times: last week I saw The King's Speech for the first time, and tomorrow we shall watch The Fighter), and worked on my sock, which is a little slower going than I would prefer since I have four six-stitch cables every six rows, and I'm terrified of screwing them up and having to rip back, so I'm using a US2 DPN as a makeshift cable needle, even though I otherwise always cable without a needle. Since I don't own a cable needle. The goal is to finish these socks before I go to England (denial, denial, so much denial), since I won't cable on the plane.

I am puzzling at my Jaisen Ettore backstory fic, which has had some interesting upsets including things like "does he know that his horse talks?" and "wow, he's kind of a wet blanket" and "I'm more interested in the bandits" and "damn, I guess I'm not going to get an action sequence in the beginning after all" and "he's a tree! she's a horse! together they steal things! #onlyinnarnia" and "so they won't be bad guys then" and "let's bring in a talking fox." Also, I kind of want to go back to my original idea for Susan as spymistress.

I am rereading A Game of Thrones, which, huh, I think Martin's prose got better by AFFC, and trying to psych myself up for a reread of The Magicians. I hated The Magicians to an infinite power of incoherency the last time I read it; this time I'm wondering if I can manage coherent hatred. Apparently I have a masochistic streak.

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[cofax7]

Go to England. You'll have fun. I mean, it's possible you won't, but take the leap: I wish I had.

I have heard such mixed things about The Magicians, and while I'm tempted by it, I'm also resisting reading it until I'm done writing my Narnia novel. Soon, though.