this must be the place

I am suddenly back in the throes of my horrible Secret Adventures of Jules Verne crush. Dammitall! Now I'm gonna have to dig out my tapes. It was so...candlelight and swords and cheese and alcoholic brooding. Yummy.

And in other strange, pointless news, Kittie informs me that Robert Jordan, fantasy author I have often cursed for his hack-ish writing, his endless and unecessary sequels written solely for profit, stupid female characters, and his refusal to allow any erotic fanfic but especially not slash, is dying slowly of a terminal illness. And it serves him right that all his fans are apparently concerned about is whether or not he'll ever finish the series before he dies. That's got to piss you off.

Which then of course brings me back to IOS...just sitting there...unfinished...and how I would so become a ghost if I died now with it incomplete. Seriously...it's like about a chapter from the ending. One painful, traumatic, nervewracking (to write) chapter from the end.

But oddly, watching the ok but hardly earth-shattering, The Interpreter last night sort of inspired me.