It's mid  week and I feel that I'm cheating on writing again.

Weekend was as usual not as I've planned- Saturday was all spring cleaning, by the time I had a minute for my computer I was literally exhausted. Sunday was fairly relaxed until I've developed a migraine accompanied by strained stomach.

Monday was lovely in terms of reading and classes. Met a very nice people at the creative writing class and wrote a bit - but that doesn't count, because it does not add to my thesis. Bugger.

Yesterday I was traveling a lot by train, again, so I've read articles that I have to discuss with my students, and that made me feel a bit accomplished, because now I'm two weeks ahead with reading and I can prepare questions for them. I also sorted out my payroll, which means I'm getting paid. And I've read three chapters of Goblin Market. And I've read fjm 's comments about my chapter, to master a plan of action, and ordered books in BL which are probably waiting for me now.

But still no proper writing done. I did work, just not write, and I feel guilty. Grrr...

So off to BL now to study stuff on Kubla Khan and dreams.

Target for today: 300 words

Usually, I try to make weekend a time for rest and pleasure, but that can never work out, as I have piles of cleaning, washing, ironing, and me nagging K. to do housework with me - if I don't do it simultaneously with him- it will not be done.

This weekend I've decided I have to do also my daily portion of writing, so I don't wake up Monday morning feeling guilty and not-so-keen on writing.

Also I have to prepare for Monday classes, and write a funding proposal.

And there is the whole flat to be cleaned... I am awaiting the day when I can afford a cleaner...

But for now, books are the priority.

So off to housework then!

1 hour of singing lessons for my friend
1 hour a chat with her
300 words before lunch
10 min yoga practice
3 chapters of Goblin Market
An Introduction to CUP
300 words before dinner
Finished reading Wild Magic

It's coming!!!

Jazz, World and Contemporary Music • London Jazz Festival

1. I've nearly finished reading the book I've started yesterday...that's fast for me, even though it's just 350pages.

2.I've written my outline and dig through my library; I've added books to endnote that I've forgotten to ad ages ago.

3.There are still mice in the house, this night was the fourth in the row - we get a surprise in the trap every morning! And there are at least four cats in my garden! Tomorrow I'm taking my landlord's cat for a walk around my kitchen.

4.I'm going all curly tomorrow. Hairdresser appointment set, those of you who've seen me, I have permanently straight hair and I curl them whenever I can to add volume. But I don't have time to curl them recently, and it takes ages, so I'm getting myself a perm- not the 80s style, hopefully the Rubens angelic, or at least 20's style. Time for change...of hairstyle!

18. Moon Dance by S. P. Somtow

I'm not a horror genre person. I was sceptical before reading this. It so happened that I watched Twilight and True Blood in one week.
And I suddenly felt like a werewolf epic.

This is an adult epic fantasy with a good pace, intriguing characters and a well-structured plot.
I used to watch western movies with my dad when I was little, and so I have a sentiment for the wild wild west. It's thoroughly entertaining, and I, personally, could sleep afterwards, which means it's scary and disturbing, but still managable - the news channels provide scarier images every day. Although, it was published in 1989, so I assume that at the time of the publication it was a more disturbing read.

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Accepted paper.
I'm going...

I wrote a proposal - 500 words.
I dutifully sat in BL and did my reading and writing.
And I'm a mouse-hunter.

A few days ago K. told me that we have a mouse somewhere in the area of our kitchen bin. He heard some sounds at the night which then repeated next day. I didn't believe him. I didn't hear any mouse sounds, just the bin liner rustling when something falls down the bin.

I'm used to that kind house sounds ans K. has been staying at home recently being generally sick, so I just thought - it's slightly getting into his head...
And guess what happened?

I came from BL, had a snack, and while K. was in the bathroom I've heard rustling. And then again. Curious, I went in the direction of the bin expecting nothing out of ordinary...and then I saw it. A little mouse munching in the middle of the rubbish bin!

I didn't scream, because I'm not an 'eek there's a mouse' person. I was genuinely shocked for two reasons.
First, there really was a mouse in our house.
Second, K. was right and I didn't believe him. That doesn't happen very often.

The mouse is gone now due to collective effort.
We had a laugh, because the whole situation seems so bizarre.
Next time K. hears rustling sounds, I'll help him look for any unwanted visitors.*

*We live on ground floor and often have a terrace door opened-I just hope this is the way mousy got in.

Yesterday's meeting with fjm was great - as always. I have work to do, but I'm happy about it. I know what, when and where.
I like to have a plan, because when I have it I concentrate my energy on the current goal and push forward. The feeling of accomplishment that I get out of it pushes me towards another goal, and so on.

Today's goal: Write a proposal up to 500 words

Piece of cake.

I'm really excited about this paper, because it can open some new research doors for me.

To work then...

Yesterday I had an idea for a proposal. Today I've done research. And guess what - there is nothing out there.
Tomorrow I shall go through the main platforms and databases with a different set of keywords, but I think I've just discovered a massive hole in research on H. De Vere Stacpoole.
Does anybody know ANY papers on him that are NOT on The Blue Lagoon?
Outrageous, but great, I can make it my own!

The idea for a totally (well, nearly) different chapter structure popped into my head a few hours ago, I've made a sketch, I've made notes, I'm going to sleep and then I shall look at it in the morning light.

It seems fine on the surface, and I finally have a common denominator for chapters, at least the strictly-magic-related ones.
Hmm...
My brain is will be switched on tonight.

I can see my carpet!

Two hours of arduous sorting, moving, throwing away, recycling and the effect is stunning.I feel very proud of myself, with a little bit of hoovering (which is K's duty) it will look and feel clean.

How I hate cleaning, my head is spinning from all moving from here to there around the flat.

As this morning I've decided: cleaning today, tomorrow resting and the intellectual work. The latter will be much more pleasurable in a nice and clean apartment.

I'm naturally very messy and chaotic in my way of organising things in the house, but I always remember what is where, especially if it comes to K's stuff, he seems to automatically forget it as soon as the object is no longer in direct contact with his body. I'm always amazed by that.

Well, life is full of amazing things, small and big, cleaning included.

I've just finished ironing a huge pile of clothes, it was taking the whole sofa space in the kitchen, now it feels slightly empty.

I've had a quick lunch-scrambled eggs with the last crop if tiny tomatoes and spring onion.

Yum, yum...

Still, I have a long list of stuff to do, so off I go!

Morning yoga definitely helps to keep me fairly energized through the day. I expect to finish most of my tasks today, so I can focus on reading tomorrow.

17. Splinter by Adam Roberts

This was a very curious read. I'm still not sure what to think about it.

My first impression was-this is a nightmare, I'm completely out of my comfort zone, this is just not right.

After reading a substantial amount of epic fantasy in the past two months, Splinter hit me. I've read it, and I felt appalled by the slowness of it. This is not what I consider science fiction-I thought- but again, what do I know of science fiction. This is definitely not what I've expected.

To me it sounded much more like a mainstream psychological novel with a sf twist in the background, but then again, what does it matter how this novel is labeled or marketed, it's the text that counts-in my mind this is probably what Adam would say, as far as I can remember from SFF Masterclass.

I've read this book, and it felt like there is nothing happening, the sheer stagnation was infuriating to a person that really likes to know what happens next. This is probably why I've actually read it till the end.

Reading the extensive endnote helped me a lot to understand what Adam wanted to achieve and why.

It feels like the endnote is the actual ending of the novel, a post scriptum in a post modern way.

Hmm...

Because of the endnote, my judgment is clouded.

It is a book about father and son in the first place. A book about the inability to gain independence of one's parents, and sexual frustration of a thirty-eight-year-old. I'm still not convinced that the world ends in a physical sense, I would expect something more definite, but this is precisely what it is about.

I still haven't decided if I like the book.

It is a very curious read, not cosy, rather disturbing in many ways. From time to time, it's good to read a book like that.

I've done a lot of of house-work today and I'm celebrating with a first-this-autumn mulled berry punch!

1.Cleaned the bathroom
2.Cleaned the kitchen (fridge included)
3.Did the laundry
4.Read instructions for grading and teaching for next week
5.Weaseled myself out of dinner-I've cooked it yesterday

Also, yesterday, I've spent the whole evening making a photo collage and now it's framed and mounted on the wall.
The flat suddenly became cosy, probably because of green tea sensual oil that I keep lighting every evening.

Although, it's cold, the central heating does not work when I want it to work. How rude!

I'm writing. K. is watching Blade 2.

Gosh, it's disturbing.

Imagine, discussing The Princess and the Goblin and seeing a monstrous mouth eating right into a guy's throat...

I want to unsee things.

Today I've woken up with a headache. Fourth day in the row. I mean, COME on.

Everyday the headache is different and I blame it on the crazy pressure imbalance.

But I'm as stubborn as my headaches. I'm disabled in terms of writing through most of the days when I'm headachy, usually I just read a lot and towards the evening I slowly regain my thinking abilities.

So I've been reading books and your lj's.

Today first time since Monday I did some decent writing and I intend to continue until I fall on my computer, because you never know what state I will be in the morning. Hopefully, I'll wake up all rested and ready to work again.

I'm writing on George MacDonald now, and it's fascinating.

Everyday I get a new idea for what to add to this chapter, but I gave myself time till Sunday, so it won't be a day more. I still can keep up notes in this file if I get an idea, I guess...

Mon:500 words
Fri:500words
In between: suffering

On the positive side, this week is not over yet !

17. Nightwings by Robert Silverberg

A book compiled from three short stories. The first part I enjoyed very much. The second was fascinating. The third felt long, but I was curious how will it end.

It is definitely a change in my reading habits, as I tend to meander into the epic realm most of the time - I can't help it, it's addictive. But a book like that makes you think carefully about what you're reading.

18. Manson, Cynthia DeMarcus. The Fairy-Tale Literature of Dickens, Christina Rossetti, and George Macdonald: Antidotes to the Victorian Spiritual Crisis. Lesiston, Queenston, Lampeter: The Edwin Mellen Press, 2008.

I've read it a month ago or so, but as usual, didn't put it here.

This book is a partial answer to my inner question about the popularity of fantasy literature, it's been nagging me since I've started Uni, and it's probably one of the reasons why I'm writing PhD.

A very interesting book - food for thought.

Yesterday, I've ended up having a massive migraine. Today my head feels a bit like it has been spontaneously crushed with a surprisingly hard coconut. Thinking is a difficult process at the moment. A feel like somebody put layers of thick veil on my head and squeezzed it tightly.

I had a short refreshing walk and bought Imigran with a set of veggies for dinner. Slow cooker is on with a chicken casserole inside. I haven't baked mu bread for about a year and after reading a few mouthwatering post I've decided it may be exactly what I need. The process of recovering oneself from a migrainic slumber is tiresome and slow.

Everything is surreal tight now!