"Behind the Curtain in the Pantomime..."

When one must write, one must write. So there.

Phileas Fogg/Aouda/Passepartout, Around the World in Eighty Days, PG. For anima_mecanique, because she will for-ever make me think of both that book and clocks together.

( Music-Box Melody )

"Where We Used to Raise a Glass or Two..."

Finally. *g* I got up at six-thirty, got my exercises done by seven, and sat down to write; have accomplished a fic for Waen which she must be first to hear, and, in addition, done one for erinpuff which I've owed her for ages.

Christine/Meg, The Phantom of the Opera, movie-based, G. Two-hundred and fifty word drabble.

( The Dancers )

"And We Don't Know Where, and We Don't Know Where..."

Happy Birthday, missingclone and mmebahorel! *squees* Many happy returns of the day! Much love! Confetti! *sprinkles it happily, in colours of red and blue and gold*

Much love to you both. Yay. ^________^

"I'm the Type they Classify as Quaint..."

Waen's heard it now, so here it is:

Allan Quatermain/Tom Sawyer, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, G. Melodramatic to a fault, per the requests made when it was directed to be written. We can only hope it's silly enough.

( The Hunter )

"Someday I Pray My Fears Will Take Flight..."

Am here at the library presently.

I like to talk to the books I know. When I'm shelving books I've never read, sometimes I come across old ones that I've read before, or by authors I like, and I smile at them and touch their spines and covers and say hello. While I was shelving something by Bill Cosby, I went by the Agatha Christie section, and there was the same old row of shiny black leather covers that I'd read last year, so I brushed them all with my fingers. I knelt down to put something away in the D section and said hello to Arthur Conan Doyle and Charles Dickens. I don't even think about it; I just do it. Books are like people, but that sounds so trite. Maybe it would help if I said books were like my people. When I call any group of people 'my people', it means that they're special, that they're people I know. I like that.

When I find books I don't know that are out of place, I'm rescuing them. I'm supposed to shelve, but I also sort, and rearrange. I straighten shelves. When I do that, I talk to them also. I say Hello. You aren't meant to be here, poor thing. Just give me a moment, and I'll get you back where you belong. Just a moment.

Then I sort through, I find the spot the book belongs--often it's not just one; often it's a few. I apologise that they've been inconvenienced and had to undergo the discomfort of being shelved incorrectly. I hope that I've put them right in a proper way, and been properly respectful.

I read the children's books so regularly that when I get to put new books on the display rack, I've read them all. I know which ones I think are good, and I know how to make sure there aren't too many of one sort. I can confidently tell mothers with little children which picture books are best for what they want, which ones have more pictures, which ones are poems, which ones are best.

I can do that with a lot of the other books, too. When people check out books I know, I can say Oh, good choice! I've read this one. I think you'll like it. Have you read any of his (her) other books?

I can say Oh, wonderful! That one's so good and it doesn't get read often enough. Enjoy it. Have a lovely day.

I know my way around this library. I know where things are. I know where the books are. While I'm shelving, I pick them up and look through them, at my favourite illustrations, at my favourite passages. When I see news translations of old books, I get excited, I look for my favourite parts to see whether they're different. When books get discarded, it's terribly important that I get to look through them first and make sure nothing's going that special, that I can keep.

I know a lot of the authors, even the romance novel authors and food mystery authors, simply because I've shelved them so often. I know how to laugh at them. It's my special prerogative, and they don't mind, or they don't tell me they mind.

Welcome back, I say, when one comes back and I've shelved it often before. You're popular, aren't you? Maybe you're on reserve. Let's see.

I even know the non-fiction sections. I know Biographies, and I know Magazines, although I'm not very good with Reference yet. I don't shelve in Reference much, so I don't talk to it much.

I feel as though I were in the most magic, safe place in the world. I could live in a library, I think. I'd know where Jules Verne is and I'd know where Yeats is and I'd know where Jane Yolen and Alice McLerran are, and that would be most important. I could live on the biography of Virginia Woolf and books of Chris Van Allsburg and my guilty pleasure of murder mysteries. It would be wonderful. I would be living among my people. They would be people I knew.

I love the library.

On an entirely different note, I was shelving romance fiction and came across a book with the enticing title of Tall, Dark and Grumpy. It makes me think of Nemo. Possibly I will be tempted to read it on the sly, purely because of the title.

Because romance novel!Nemo would absolutely be tall, dark, and grumpy. And Aronnax would be a cute heroine.

"Could It Be Our Boy's Done Something Rash?"

*wibbles* I fell asleep in the library to-day. I'd finished all my jobs and I was just walking back to the desk and I stopped and stared and sort of facepalmed, and the other lady who works with me looked up and asked me what was wrong.

"I just entirely seriously considered sitting down on the floor and going to sleep," said I.

"Oh!" she said. "Are you that tired? You look tired."

"I slept about five and a half hours last night," I confessed.

"Oh, you poor thing!" she cried. "Why don't you go behind the desk and go to sleep, then? I'll wake you up if something happens."

"Okay," said Soujin, and she curled up in the space behind the desk and slept about five minutes before her Mum came to get her. Snhhh. It was not nearly long enough.

In other news, reasons Soujin will never fit in:

Instead of saying, "I love Bobby Darin, even though I say his name funny," she says, "I absolutely adore Bobby Darin, despite the fact that I consistently mispronounce his name". Yes. That's what it is with GSA, at any rate. With other people, mostly it's just the clothes and the geekiness.

"At Least They Flap Their Fins..."

!!!

Musical. Around the World in Eighty Days musical.

...Is it wrong that I'm dying to hear it? Because I am. I absolutely am.

lillieoz, may I telephone you to-morrow night? It has occurred to me that it will be so much easier if we talk about details with my Mum right there and everything, because at the moment, I am the go-between between you two who are in charge, so to speak, of the times, and yet I am completely uninformed. Which is not helpful. No. Yes. So may I telephone to-morrow? ^_^

"Bringing something we must learn..."

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Memes are shiny. Soujins like memes, yes, they do. A lot. Stolen from perepip.

You know, all of a sudden, I am so up on my spamming quota. I've been dreadfully behind and being, in fact, rather moderate lately; but now I'm really getting back into it. :P erinpuff, you ought to be so proud of me.

I want to start writing again in a moment, but first I've got to eat supper, prolly. I only just now realised that I hadn't yet. I feel so much better, though, now that I've written something and mean to do more. It's a useful feeling. It's a feeling as though I'm doing something that means something, and there's a reason for me; when I write.

I'm glad.

"Someday You'll Join Me..."

*wibbles* pass_by_all has a crush on War, of all people. He is going to get himself killed. I worry. I worry! So not smart.

Do you know, I want to write N./A.? I just need a good point to work from. Something to push it besides tiamatschild's wonderful icons and adorable A. posts that make me die slowly and want to hit N. for causing him any anguish at all, woe and pose!. Hmph.

Had stir-fry veggies and corn and beans for supper to-night. It was amazingly good, and only four points. Mum and Da' ate out, as to-night is their wedding anniversary.

And also, to-night one year ago, my beautiful, snarky, lovely, quick-witted, tactless, tiny little old grandmother died in the evening. I love you, Grandma. To-night Soujin will observe a moment of silence for her and for all the other beautiful people from Stoneybridge who have died, for Harry and Betty and John-whom-I-saved and Art and Bob and all of them. Waen lit a candle.

It is bad for the spirituality to put all these things into the same post, but I have spammed so much to-night, and I want to remember them as I go along, and in any event I was never very good at propriety.

I will be so tired to-morrow unless I go to bed at a sensible time. Please let me do that. I won't. Good-night.