Starting time… 1:29 PM
Mood… waitful (for the cookies to come out of the oven…).
Outside my window… a splendid cold grey November day.
I’m thinking… about making a chocolate chip cookie sundae.
I’m reading… Wet Magic by E. Nesbit and the Poetic Edda.
I’m listening to… “Linus and Lucy” by Vince Guaraldi.
I’m wearing… a grey denim skirt, a brown t-shirt, white socks and black shoes.
Yesterday, I… read the D’Aulaires’ Book of Norse Myths (which is quite splendid, though the introduction isn’t recommendable), got quite a lot done on a really cute sock I’m knitting my mom (don’t worry, she already knows about it – she picked out the yarn), went out to dinner, and (last but not least) attended Mass in the afternoon instead of the morning. It’s okay, but whenever I attend Mass late I feel as if I have not really gone… silly, I know…
I’m excited for… Thanksgiving break.
I’m sad because… I’m a lazy sluggard.
I’m hungry for… chocolate chip cookie sundaes.
The song stuck inside my head is… that cheesy song from Captain America… “He’s the star-spangled man / With a plan!”
I want… a new light fixture in my room.
I love… breaks from school (that is, except for Great Books, which takes Christmas break and a spring break, no Thanksgiving break for us Tuesday classes…)
I loathe… my temper.
This week, my goal is… it’s break!
Recently I picked up a few books from the library that I first read when I was around ten years old, give or take a year. They are by Edward Eager. Have you ever heard of him? If not, you should have. I was infatuated with his books as a child. They are very like E. Nesbit’s books, whom he takes as a model.
My conscience fully approves and sanctions this endeavor to reread books I have read in my childhood, for C. S. Lewis has sanctioned it, and on the matter of Good Books he is practically always right. “When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly.” Except I am only sixteen, not fifty. All the same, it holds, and he also says somewhere that a child’s book that you can’t enjoy as an adult is not a good child’s book. Not that I am an adult, either, but my literary tastes have certainly matured, to some extent. I would not have enjoyed George Eliot as a ten-year-old, and I would not now enjoy the Phantom Stallion books – at least, I hope not.
I am NOT doing NaNoWriMo this November. I would rather like to, but I’m not doing it. On the other hand, I AM doing a writing challenge. I am going to write for two hours, minimally, every day this month. I didn’t manage it yesterday, but I will do it, even if it kills me.
If anyone else would like to do this with me, go ahead and let me know – perhaps I can make a blog button or something.