Today: one of those days where I did not want to work on the novel. Mostly because I seem to have overrun my headlights, and so although I wrote a page, I don't know why she is doing what she's doing or what she hopes to get out of it. And I think I'm in what the technical term for is "the horrible middles", wherein you believe that there is not possibly enough material left for the rest of this whole novel. So.
I also got distracted by writing Diana Wynne Jones a message telling her how much I love her books
. Diana Wynne Jones... I've been reading her books since I was a kid. I love her characters. Her writing is splendid, her ideas are often really neat, but her characters are the best. Which was why I dressed up as Chrestomanci last year for the geek dance. (It is also, indirectly, why I still kind of want to write feminist Chrestomanci fanfiction--even though I'm usually not one for writing fanfic.)
...okay, so now I feel the need to correct myself. My other favorite thing about her books is the moments that just... resettle the world, a little. I'll namedrop Homeward Bounders
and Year of the Griffin
as two that had those moments for me; spoilers may exist in comments, for these or other books. You have been warned.
At any rate, awesome characters and that sort of world-resettling moment are pretty easy to win me over with.
(Of course, considering these facets of her work, I want to see now how I can apply that to my own. This particular novel I'm working on doesn't quite have either, yet, but I am learning the characters as I go and their representation will improve in further drafts. Moments that resettle the world, though... I'm not sure that it will ever have that. Considering, though, it's possible that I could work one in there. Or at least, that resettles the characters' worlds. Hmm.)
Anyway, just in general it has been a day in which clouds of various fluffiness turn out to have linings approximately the color of algae-choked ponds.
However, I went to an event at the Walker, which did much the same thing except they also gave me a free tiny laser pointer. It is on a keyring. I could carry it around on a keychain or a carabiner if I wanted to. I want to take it apart and put it back together, except I'm not sure if that's advisable, so maybe I'll just point it at things and whisper, "Physicssss."
Lesson of the day: I will forgive much for free lasers.