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Mar. 30th, 2003 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essayelNice warm weekend. 30th of March and it’s t-shirt weather! Why does this fill me with alarm and foreboding? Because this could easily be the best weather of the year!
Earlier there were fifteen hang-gliders airbourne at the same time – coming off the top of the Blorenge like a pterodactyls convention – taking advantage of the air currents. Now there’s just one enthusiast catching the final thermal of the day.
Jenny was in a charity concert the other night at the Borough Theatre. Couldn’t get tickets but I went to pick her up a bit early and so heard the finale. It was Pomp and Circumstance. There really is something about 100 small children waving their flags and belting out Land of Hope and Glory. All that joy and conviction, untainted by cynicism and experience, is something to be savoured.
Mother’s Day today so drove across to Weobley. Lord what a beautiful country we live in! Daffs and primroses in profusion, of course, but we can’t be more than a week away from leafburst and that’s always an exciting time of year. The oak wood on the hill between Bacton and Kingstone had that wonderful purple haze over it, the ash buds were sooty black and very fat and there were willow trees in bloom, like yellow powder puffs, all along the Monnow.
Next week, by Thursday perhaps, the copper beech in the SW Tower will be in leaf and I must remember to photograph it this year. That peculiar vulgar neon pink foliage only lasts about 24 hours.
E mailed Cas’s chapter 12 back to her. The story has a very engaging premise – what if Sirius escaped from Azkaban when Harry was ten. I have absolutely no idea where she is taking it. Usually one can spot the aim – the McGuffin – but in this case I can’t.
Chapter 13 still to beta. Then there’s Steph’s Severus/Ginny fic to do.
I’ve had two nice things today – well I think they’re nice. 1. I’ve been made a moderator on the Pillar of Fire group – does this mean they like my drawings? Or do they need a stern disciplinarian? I’ll have to find out. 2. Joline has asked me to do some drawings for her. This is rather nice but I’ll have to make sure I don’t get any illusions.
I’ve started two fics - The Towers of Sadness ( a BD prequel) and The Mattress – Resprung. Since The Matrix – Reloaded comes out on May 23 I ought to have that one done by then.
Snippet follows:
Remus glanced up from his cornflakes and nudged Sirius. He looked up at the impressive, black-clad figure descending the stairs and hissed a warning to Harry who grinned and nudged Rodrigo Belmonte who waved at Boromir, who poked Miles Vorkosigan in the ribs, who caught Sam Vimes’ eye and pointed. Gradually silence fell and they waited as the black clad man reached the ground floor and strode towards the breakfast bar.
There was a crash.
Harry whooped and high-fived Sirius while almost every man in the room lifted his voice in a delighted chorus of “Take them off!”
Neo, cheeks pink, grinned sheepishly and rubbed a thigh bruised against the corner of a table for the third time that week. He reached up and removed his Raybans, placing them safely in the pocket of his enormous coat.
“Sheer affectation,” Severus sneered. “Pass the marmalade.”
Earlier there were fifteen hang-gliders airbourne at the same time – coming off the top of the Blorenge like a pterodactyls convention – taking advantage of the air currents. Now there’s just one enthusiast catching the final thermal of the day.
Jenny was in a charity concert the other night at the Borough Theatre. Couldn’t get tickets but I went to pick her up a bit early and so heard the finale. It was Pomp and Circumstance. There really is something about 100 small children waving their flags and belting out Land of Hope and Glory. All that joy and conviction, untainted by cynicism and experience, is something to be savoured.
Mother’s Day today so drove across to Weobley. Lord what a beautiful country we live in! Daffs and primroses in profusion, of course, but we can’t be more than a week away from leafburst and that’s always an exciting time of year. The oak wood on the hill between Bacton and Kingstone had that wonderful purple haze over it, the ash buds were sooty black and very fat and there were willow trees in bloom, like yellow powder puffs, all along the Monnow.
Next week, by Thursday perhaps, the copper beech in the SW Tower will be in leaf and I must remember to photograph it this year. That peculiar vulgar neon pink foliage only lasts about 24 hours.
E mailed Cas’s chapter 12 back to her. The story has a very engaging premise – what if Sirius escaped from Azkaban when Harry was ten. I have absolutely no idea where she is taking it. Usually one can spot the aim – the McGuffin – but in this case I can’t.
Chapter 13 still to beta. Then there’s Steph’s Severus/Ginny fic to do.
I’ve had two nice things today – well I think they’re nice. 1. I’ve been made a moderator on the Pillar of Fire group – does this mean they like my drawings? Or do they need a stern disciplinarian? I’ll have to find out. 2. Joline has asked me to do some drawings for her. This is rather nice but I’ll have to make sure I don’t get any illusions.
I’ve started two fics - The Towers of Sadness ( a BD prequel) and The Mattress – Resprung. Since The Matrix – Reloaded comes out on May 23 I ought to have that one done by then.
Snippet follows:
Remus glanced up from his cornflakes and nudged Sirius. He looked up at the impressive, black-clad figure descending the stairs and hissed a warning to Harry who grinned and nudged Rodrigo Belmonte who waved at Boromir, who poked Miles Vorkosigan in the ribs, who caught Sam Vimes’ eye and pointed. Gradually silence fell and they waited as the black clad man reached the ground floor and strode towards the breakfast bar.
There was a crash.
Harry whooped and high-fived Sirius while almost every man in the room lifted his voice in a delighted chorus of “Take them off!”
Neo, cheeks pink, grinned sheepishly and rubbed a thigh bruised against the corner of a table for the third time that week. He reached up and removed his Raybans, placing them safely in the pocket of his enormous coat.
“Sheer affectation,” Severus sneered. “Pass the marmalade.”
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Date: 2003-04-02 05:33 am (UTC)