I had a lovely idea for a post. It was something to do with librarianship coursework, subject headings, and my poetry book collection. Unfortunately, I had said lovely idea while on a train, and when I got off the train, the idea dissolved in the drizzle.
I had a simply fantabulous post brewing about George Eliot. No idea where that went to. It might turn up. Then again, it might turn up unrecognisable and covered in lint.
I wanted to tell you all about Christmas, agony of, and what I shall be doing instead, but it was coming out repellantly maudlin, and you know a post is no good when you can’t bring yourself to hit the ’save and continue editing’ button.
I could babble excitedly about S’s new computer (dear God, we have three iMacs in the house. Three. How?) but nobody except a MacHead would want me to, and all MacHeads sneer at me because I am still going ‘ooohhh, shiny, buttons, swoosh!’ and looking blank and/or distraught when asked about Firewire and graphics cards. [It sends cards? - Ed].
NaNoWriMo asks a great deal of a girl, you know. Talking! Every night!
I’m feeling repellently maudlin today, that phrase so accurately sums up my mood! Then I feel all guilty because I can’t write peppy blog posts. But then, what is the point of blogging if you’re just going to write peppy stuff? Normally I’d just miss a day or two but with it being NaNoWriMo it all comes out. Maybe that’s good? I don’t know. Maybe nothing I say is making sense today.
I’m a Mac user but not a Mac-head. My favourite feature is the swoosh as an email gets sent. It’s so satisfactorily swooshy.