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Today was all about worldbuilding. The worrisome thing about worldbuilding is that just when you start to get confident about your world, you let someone else into the secret and they ask you three dozen questions. Some of these questions are fine and you give answers nonchalantly, as if they have always been part of your invented world. Others make you say "Why didn't I think of that!!" When you find you have a functional world after all, you heave a massive sigh of relief, but you still go round muttering "But if it's an alluvial plain and there is granite in them thar hills, does that mean local streams might contain gold? And what would a gold rush do to the balance of power?"

And in other news, I got given the most gorgeous bookshelf for my birthday. Forty feet of space. Eight feet of that space were instantly filled, naturally. Imagine, though, being able to shelve all my fiction books AT ONCE. If you discount all fiction prior to 1700, I now have nearly 500 feet of fiction in my library. And to think that girliejones once offered to catalogue my books.... Except I can't count - five hundred feet purely for fiction sounds wildly improbable. There are 5 floor to ceiling 4 foot wide bookshelves, and 2 longer window height ones and... I give up....