March 22nd, 2008




The apple pie I baked for Easter dinner tomorrow was driving me entirely insane until I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten lunch. Low blood sugar is NOT MY FRIEND. Ahem.

I'm rereading The Curse of Chalion and I weep at the gorgeous language of it all and poor Caz being so broken at the beginning and the utterly rich descriptive language of how Caz *sees* as an old solder. And at all the things the terribly practical side of him says. And I want to write like THAT. I'll get there. Eventually, but, meanwhile, I weep.

Maybe it's just the low blood sugar. Lunch. Now.