I’m not sure if I’m going to continue working on Achilles and the London Boy.
I’m not sure where the plot is going, and I don’t think my characters are really thought-out, so I think I’ll scrap the project. But, I’ve really enjoyed working on it, and I think that a lot of the scenes have promise on their own. Well, I just wanted to let you all know.
I believe that a morning should never describe a day. Of course, I don’t believe mornings listen to mortal pleas and reasoning, but I try to enact this rule myself. Yet, it is a morning’s nature to bleed into your perception of a day, tint it with sorrow or with beauty. The only times when I forbid myself from enforcing this rule is when my day is unknowingly stricken with a morning of perfect quiescence, an awake before the world has begun to turn. Those rare mornings can feel free to pour through the seams of time and stain the parchment of afternoons and evenings a beautiful shade of rose. I’m quite a hypocrite, I do know.
Why are all the best things I write just flowers and vanilla and sunlight? Honestly, I’ve detected a distinct theme. I’m not sure if I’m complaining. I do like flowers and vanilla and sunlight, and I do enjoy writing different types of light, especially that honey-gold, early-morning sunlight. I just wish I could be that good at writing anything else.
last book that I…
bought: the secret history, donna tartt
borrowed: letters home, sylvia plath
was gifted: infinite jest, david foster wallace
started: uno, nessuno e centomila, l. pirandello
finished: song of achilles, madeline miller
didn’t finish: emma, jane austen
last book that I;
bought: stone blind, natalie haynes
borrowed: the collected poems of sylvia plath
was gifted: a set of antique 1830-1850s novels
started: elektra, jennifer saint
finished: a thousand ships, natalie haynes
gave 5 stars to: tales from the estate, sadie davidson
gave 2 stars to: war of the worlds, h. g. wells
didn't finish: if we were villains, m. l. rio
tagging anyone who wants to take part
Hmmm maybe not Mr. Elton, but Mr. Knightley?
This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.
I haven’t finished Emma yet, but I have a theory. I’ve had this theory ever since we first saw Emma, Harriet, and Mr. Elton in a room together, but I’m just sharing it now. I think Mr. Elton might like Emma and not Harriet? No, I’m nearly positive. I guess we’ll see?
This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.
Ahem, I may or may not have read far too many novels recently. How do I know this? I have now developed a slight crush on my academic rival in school. Goodness.
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This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.