Dear retailers of the ever-popular knee-high boot,
Why have you made all your boots look like wellies this year? I wish to look stylish/piratical/possessed of actual ankles, yet you are determined to make me resemble a ruddy-cheeked farm wench on the way to the cowshed. Sort it aaaht, yeah?
I cracked and bought some anyway. They’re brown, though. I’m not sure you can be piratical in brown. I doubt anyone would have been afraid of Beigebeard.
Finished Walk Two Moons while at work, which was unwise as it made me cry. Lots. It’s a deceptively simple tale of a 13-year-old girl telling her grandparents of her friend’s discovery of a family secret, while on a road trip to face up to her own: beautifully paced, genuinely memorable. Now reading Maria V. Snyder’s Poison Study, which is reminding me just how long it is since I read pure fantasy that wasn’t for kids. Am reserving judgement, and dusting off my willingness to read books with maps in the front that are played completely straight.
Agent phoned to check I was happy to sign a contract agreeing to deliver Book Two by the end of July. Pointed out that I’ve already signed another one agreeing to deliver Book Two in June. This would be more amusing if I knew what Book Two was going to be about, obviously. That idea’s still fluttering about, though…
I have no time to rocrastinate, for I am filled with glee! The Champions is to be remade as a film by Guillermo del Toro. Two very wonderful things combining to make the rest of the world go ‘unh?’, and to make me pathetically happy. Woo!