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Jan. 26th, 2008 05:35 pmToday I've been doing a close reading of Ian McDonald's Brasyl so I can review it. I shall finish both the book and the review shortly. It's my kind of book, though it's dense enough that I really have needed most of today for the book and the review.
I've also been admiring my neck muscles, which are entirely non-spasming for the first time in well over a year. I'm also missing other symptoms that really should not be mentioned on LJ. To those who suggested magnesium and calcium and quinine - you rock. I keep turning my head to admire my TV. Not that it's a beautiful TV, but they are lovely neck muscles. When they're more familiar with the notionn of not cramping and spasming, I shall start exercising with very light weights. One day soon I shall be able to carry my shopping and even my teaching materials without next-day-pain. My legs are almost not inflamed, too. (I do like that last sentence: it's so full of hope.)
I've done more stuff than that today, but re-reading an email sixty times to be certain that yes, it's a postgrad thesis in sociology I've been asked to examine probably doesn't count as work. Nor does playing Imperial Galaxy, Garth Nix and Phil Wallach's beta test for a game to match Garth's new series. Next time I trip Garth up at a con it will be as a captain (level 4).
I spent a while online with my publisher. She's looking for a title for a book set in the fifteenth century. I'm normally really good at titles and I love historical novels but I am completely blank on this one, so I kept avoiding the topic. The only topic I didn't avoid was white peach icecream, of which I have no more. (I don't like that last sentence, it was not a hopeful one. Although there is a high possibility of other fabulous icecreams in my future, as they are part of the tests for the Conflux banquet.)
And that's an end of my inspirational blog entry.
I've also been admiring my neck muscles, which are entirely non-spasming for the first time in well over a year. I'm also missing other symptoms that really should not be mentioned on LJ. To those who suggested magnesium and calcium and quinine - you rock. I keep turning my head to admire my TV. Not that it's a beautiful TV, but they are lovely neck muscles. When they're more familiar with the notionn of not cramping and spasming, I shall start exercising with very light weights. One day soon I shall be able to carry my shopping and even my teaching materials without next-day-pain. My legs are almost not inflamed, too. (I do like that last sentence: it's so full of hope.)
I've done more stuff than that today, but re-reading an email sixty times to be certain that yes, it's a postgrad thesis in sociology I've been asked to examine probably doesn't count as work. Nor does playing Imperial Galaxy, Garth Nix and Phil Wallach's beta test for a game to match Garth's new series. Next time I trip Garth up at a con it will be as a captain (level 4).
I spent a while online with my publisher. She's looking for a title for a book set in the fifteenth century. I'm normally really good at titles and I love historical novels but I am completely blank on this one, so I kept avoiding the topic. The only topic I didn't avoid was white peach icecream, of which I have no more. (I don't like that last sentence, it was not a hopeful one. Although there is a high possibility of other fabulous icecreams in my future, as they are part of the tests for the Conflux banquet.)
And that's an end of my inspirational blog entry.