Myspace Blog - October 9 - "In the Lion's Den"

Update time.

It's not that I don't love you, reader, it's that I'm so busy doing nothing that I find it hard to blog.

And call you (my dear friend, you know who you are particularly).

And sometimes even respond to texts (again, my dear friend, you know who you are).

I'm not sure about this phenomenon. I've known for awhile it's a part of my personality to just close off communication a little bit and survive in the moment when I feel under the gun and, more specifically, really LOW under the gun. Bear with me, my friends (and my friend most of all). I love you. I like you. I want to gossip with you. Bear with me.

I haven't a job yet, but I'm not altogether worried at this point since I'm on the cusp of a job and a few opportunities. So we'll see.

Mostly I spend my days researching Madame de Pompadour, Louis VX, their France, and then playing WoW for copious hours. I've been rather diligently studying up and adding to my surprisingly voluminous knowledge base of pre, mid, and post-revolution France. Not only does it fascinate me, but I'm in the process of writing a narrative of Madame de Pompadour's life, told in her voice, from birth until the hours before her death, at which point her protege Duke will compose a letter describing it and send it to Louis. I feel that is the best convention for me to use, though I've spent some time scratching my head about it.

I like history. Maybe I should just focus on writing historical fiction. Not, I must add, romance novels--I'm speaking of prairie romances here particularly, and Russian romances where everyone dies of tuberculosis after snogging each other endlessly. I'm not a romance writer. I may have sex in my books, but God save me if I EVER get published in the genre of romance! *shudder*

Am worried for my dear Meg. Her blog makes it sound as if she is feeling better, and is up and about. But I can't imagine how it must feel to see the road ahead of you and know that there's no escaping all that is intimately demanded of you--for example, such continued limitations in diet. Yet, here's a woman who once saved her only apple for a week until such a time as she knew she would enjoy it most--that apple, her precious only apple. So I think she's up to the challenge.

I want to send her something, but to be honest with you, I CANNOT FIND A POST OFFICE. And I don't mean I can't find an address for a post office. I mean I cannot find the post office despite having been given directions. Because the roads are bad here. And they do whatever may be their wont, which--incidentally--has nothing to do with my want.

Okay. To the day. Time to read up on O'Murphy and Lady Chatereaux. And then, running Scarlet Monastery with my bitchin' awesome 32 Blood Elf Holy Priest.


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