mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds do blow

Reading The Amazing Maurice. Feels like a return to another time, since I've read no Pratchett for two months. Also it snowed on Wednesday and has gone February-cold, meaning that even two weeks ago (when it was 16C/61F) feels like last year. I'm taken with the people in Engine Summer who decide months on the basis of weather. It *is* February now-- highs in the 20sF/ minus digits C-- and is going to be March tomorrow.

Finding myself in snow makes me feel by reflex association that I should be watching Woxin, and I can't. Watched bits of Hero instead, since my copy of Rainbow doesn't play. Also reread chunks of my twelve-year-old fic, Percy, and concluded that I could write, back in the day. (Back in the day I thought it as uninteresting as I do the stuff I'm writing now, but only the later bits.) You need not believe me if I say you'll miss those hormones when they're gone, but let me assure you, you'll miss those hormones when they're gone.
Tags: pratchett, rl_08, woxin, writing
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