Well, Mini Jim is still indisposed, so I’m typing this on Tiny Tim, Mom’s laptop. He’s old and pretty slow, but I won’t tell him that… I had lots of little things I thought “Oh, I should write about that!” only now I’m afraid I’ve forgotten most of them over the past few days.

Oh, books! I finished L.M. Montgomery’s journal, or rather I finished volume 1. It was quite sad towards the end. I hadn’t realized what a sad person she was, her books are always so full of happiness and light-hearted appreciation of life. I want to read volume 2 sometime, to see if she died miserable and alone or if she got happy again… I realize that sounds horribly insensitive, but she did complain rather a lot in her journals, although she had no idea they would ever be published. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. No angst-ridden lj entries, or one day your grandchildren will read it and mock you.

Then I read The Wandering Fire, which is book two in the Fionavar Tapestry trilogy by Guy Gavriel Kay. Aside from having quite possibly the coolest middle name ever, Kay is an awesome writer. People compare him to Tolkien a lot, and while I think that’s unfair, he IS one of the best fantasy writers I’ve ever read. There’s fantasy, and then there’s fantasy. I hate the stereotypical, forumulaic fantasy books, each of which claiming to be the next Lord of the Rings. However, I love the well-written, ORIGINAL, mind-expanding fantasy that is unfortunately quite a bit rarer than the other kind. I do have a few bones to pick with good ol’ Gavriel, though. He has a remarkably casual attitude towards sex which I appreciate not at all. I’m also unsure what exactly he’s doing with the religious structure in his books; it seems to be an odd mixture of pagan gods and rituals which is more than a little disquieting. At the same time, the books are intensely beautiful and the characters are well-drawn while still being realistically flawed. I also like that magic isn’t overused. Magic in fantasy should be used sparingly or not at all, in my opinion, and not be relegated to a handy plot device you can whip out whenever you can’t think of anything more better to do. Kay’s books are also very very now. You’re held firmly in the present. I don’t know how to explain it, you’ll just have to read the books.

Now I’m working on Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein. It’s my first Heinlein book, which I know is rather shocking, but I never quite got around to him. So far it’s good, but I customarily reserve judgement until I finish a book. Sometimes the end of a book makes or breaks it. I will say that I think SF books written before 1969 are always interesting in how they handle the whole moon landing thing. Sometimes they hit close to the future truth, sometimes they are miles and miles and MILES away.

I finished illustrating a short children’s story Sarah wrote last semester, and I have come to the conclusion I definitely do not want to be a children’s book illustrator. But it is done!! On to further art projects.

Oh I know there was more, but I’m in one of those moods where I feel like doing some wild thing and kind of mentally itchy and restless and sleepless everything seems just a little too loud and garish. I think it’s close to a full moon, at least it feels like it, so maybe I’ll go run outside.