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Dec. 7th, 2010 12:08 pmPyr is celebrating its hundredth book.
Because the book in question is by James Enge, they're giving away a Morlock novella on their website. I just read it and it's a great introduction into Enge's twisted imagination. (I just realised Mr Enge is probably reading my blog - I'm just wondering if I can find evil things to say and make myself an enemy for life - except I happen to really enjoy that twisted imagination and I'm looking forward to The Wolf Age immensely and it's sitting in my pile of more urgent reads. I'll also point out - in relation to the story - that 'wyrm' can mean all sorts of things, but 'bug' isn't one of them as far as I know. But that I really enjoyed the story anyhow.)
Quite seriously (putting evil Gillian to the side for a moment), the more I read the Morlock books, the more I enjoy them. The Wolf Age isn't high on my To Be Read pile because I have a duty towards it, but because I know I'm going to enjoy it thoroughly. I guess I'd better stop faffing around here and get some of the duty stuff done so I can get to reading time. Today's foulest task is all to do with forms and more forms. If I do not do the forms then I shan't get to Europe (money!) but I am so over forms.
There's no logic in it. I ought to be over books, since I read so many, but I'm not. I only really have a few forms to deal with, on occasion. But I hate them with a vengeance. I used to hate them more direly than that, but I found myself explaining to my supervisor how the Australian Bureau of Statistics numbering systems operate and I realised that ten years of being a public servant have left their mark. I understand forms and processes. I just don't, don't, don't want to do them!
I wonder if I let my brain implode while I make a start, if that will make the job less tedious. I wonder what reading The Wolf Age will be like with an imploded brain? Watch this space...
Because the book in question is by James Enge, they're giving away a Morlock novella on their website. I just read it and it's a great introduction into Enge's twisted imagination. (I just realised Mr Enge is probably reading my blog - I'm just wondering if I can find evil things to say and make myself an enemy for life - except I happen to really enjoy that twisted imagination and I'm looking forward to The Wolf Age immensely and it's sitting in my pile of more urgent reads. I'll also point out - in relation to the story - that 'wyrm' can mean all sorts of things, but 'bug' isn't one of them as far as I know. But that I really enjoyed the story anyhow.)
Quite seriously (putting evil Gillian to the side for a moment), the more I read the Morlock books, the more I enjoy them. The Wolf Age isn't high on my To Be Read pile because I have a duty towards it, but because I know I'm going to enjoy it thoroughly. I guess I'd better stop faffing around here and get some of the duty stuff done so I can get to reading time. Today's foulest task is all to do with forms and more forms. If I do not do the forms then I shan't get to Europe (money!) but I am so over forms.
There's no logic in it. I ought to be over books, since I read so many, but I'm not. I only really have a few forms to deal with, on occasion. But I hate them with a vengeance. I used to hate them more direly than that, but I found myself explaining to my supervisor how the Australian Bureau of Statistics numbering systems operate and I realised that ten years of being a public servant have left their mark. I understand forms and processes. I just don't, don't, don't want to do them!
I wonder if I let my brain implode while I make a start, if that will make the job less tedious. I wonder what reading The Wolf Age will be like with an imploded brain? Watch this space...