Logorrhea

I seem to be in one of those moods in which I write and write and write, only not on anything I'd actually like to be working on-- can't sleep but too tired for fiction. Haven't got the research-brain for the criticism I should actually do. Etc.

So, a bunch of small unrelated things:

-- B. comes home on Wednesday. Yay!

-- I have previously enjoyed every kind of Milano I have eaten, so the fact that the raspberry ones taste like the flesh of the undead came as rather a shock. What am I going to do with the rest of them? (Feed them to B.?)

-- Boswell is such a *stalker*. I am revising the Ninja Replacement Score of the Life of Johnson, because if Boswell had been a ninja the book would be five thousand pages long and contain the menu of every meal Johnson ever ate. New NRS equals two, as clearly Johnson should also be a ninja to properly thwart Boswell's stalkerly tendencies, and I still maintain that Boswell would have to be a ninja in order to write a book containing a ninja, because otherwise Boswell would be completely unable to detect the presence of even a really incompetent ninja. Thus the whole thing goes to a ninja game of cat-and-mouse-- can Boswell manage to remain undetected long enough to hear the latest epigram?-- and I for one would read that.

The book as is, however... I must be having some kind of fit of literary masochism.

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Logorrhea

I seem to be in one of those moods in which I write and write and write, only not on anything I'd actually like to be working on-- can't sleep but too tired for fiction. Haven't got the research-brain for the criticism I should actually do. Etc.

So, a bunch of small unrelated things:

-- B. comes home on Wednesday. Yay!

-- I have previously enjoyed every kind of Milano I have eaten, so the fact that the raspberry ones taste like the flesh of the undead came as rather a shock. What am I going to do with the rest of them? (Feed them to B.?)

-- Boswell is such a *stalker*. I am revising the Ninja Replacement Score of the Life of Johnson, because if Boswell had been a ninja the book would be five thousand pages long and contain the menu of every meal Johnson ever ate. New NRS equals two, as clearly Johnson should also be a ninja to properly thwart Boswell's stalkerly tendencies, and I still maintain that Boswell would have to be a ninja in order to write a book containing a ninja, because otherwise Boswell would be completely unable to detect the presence of even a really incompetent ninja. Thus the whole thing goes to a ninja game of cat-and-mouse-- can Boswell manage to remain undetected long enough to hear the latest epigram?-- and I for one would read that.

The book as is, however... I must be having some kind of fit of literary masochism.

( Recent reading. )