Fandoming

I have made a huge mistake. One that is currently five books long. It's called 'A Song of Ice and Fire'.

Being a regular on Imgur, I was not unfamiliar with the somewhat garbled premise of the show as depicted through memes, screenshots and gifs. But as always, I HAD to read the books before watching the TV series, and so I bought a box set from a guy on a FB group who did not have time to read it and "preferred watching it anyway." Ugh.

And so I rescued the books and gave them a better home, on my bookshelf. Where they stayed for a long time. Three or four months to be precise. In my defence, it was a daunting prospect (have you seen the size of each book?! At least Harry Potter gradually increases in size!). I was also directing a play at the time, and Christmas, New Year etc happened. Anyway. I finally began.

One and a half books in, I am still in love with Ned Stark, as much as Lady Catelyn still is. I still can't believe George R. R. Martin killed him. It hurt almost as bad as when Dobby died. I even went to the Wikipedia page to check if he was really, REALLY dead. Damn you authors for making us love people and mercilessly killing them off.

SO anyway. I have found a new fandom.

Tyrion Lannister is my favourite currently.Oh please don't die Imp. 

Lazy bum

A year and eight months since the last post.

Not for lack of trying; I often log in, at least once  month, think of what to write, fail to come up with anything, and so I log out again.

I suppose all the writing juices flow away with the work I do. Since the last life update, I have shifted departments, moving to a writing job. In a paper I grew up reading. Working with people whose stories I remember reading while I was still small enough to sit on the paper. It's been nearly a year, and I still can't believe how blessed I am, and how, even thought it wasn't the straight path I wanted or expected it to be, I finally was guided to where I wanted to be.

I sure as hell haven't been lazy at work. It might not be backbreaking, but it is still taxing. But it leaves me with a feeling of pleasant mental exhaustion. Sometimes, it's almost like the high one gets from quizzing:a knowledge high, tempered only when one wins a gift voucher to an optician. I may read all night with bad lighting, but my eyesight is perfect thankyouverymuch.

Which reminds me to go for the next quiz, preferably the pub quiz, because hey, why would I complain about advancing intellect combined with a shot of whichever alcohol I win.