Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry


Had a most bizarre dream involving Potter characters, and having my teeth Transfigured to be something more like I imagine Snape's might be: crooked, jagged, locking together in unpleasant and ugly ways. This was for some disguise or other. There were Dursleys about.

Last night at the library, I told the librarians about nanowrimo, as it's the sort of thing that libraries are supposed to have fun with. They'd never heard of it. The librarians commenced discussing why they hadn't written novels yet, and that they'd like to, but they had no idea what to write. One of the librarians voiced a long-held desire to become an editor/proofreader. She could do that very well, she felt.

Little by little, it spreads.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel