Sunday Wibbling
Jan. 6th, 2008 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastesHave to say that I do love sunny winter days. Even if it is bloody freezing.
I'm always seeing people around the net saying that they'd write lesbian fiction if it sold - but why is it whenever I look at the gay/lesbian bestsellers on Amazon the preponderance of novels are lesbian fiction?
Why is there Pirates of the Carribean music on the Gladiators trailer? I really don't fancy watching Gladiators AGAIN, just to see if the music is in the film.
The cats are not enjoying the Vick Rub I am liberally smeared with. Lucius is currently in my arms and is screwing his little face up as if to say "Is that pong coming from YOU? My watering eyes, let me show you them!" However he is not getting off, and is happily hindering my typing by resting his now not inconsiderable weight to my forearms. I swear I will look like Popeye eventually. Cat-typing-weightlifting. It should be a national pasttime. The voice is better, the sore throat is better and the cough will, I'm sure, linger for a while but hoo-yah I'm well enough to go back to work. Is this justice? However, I have just clambered out of a Vick's bath, so I'll see how I feel tomorrow. I hate having Mondays off sick because I know that people think you are faking it.
I've just finished "The Journeyer" by J P Bowie, and I have to say that I really enjoyed it - I wasn't expecting to because there were a few things that annoyed me to start with, but it sort of sucked me in and I galloped through it. What I suppose I liked most about it that it was a gay historical novel, with emphasis on the adventure and story and the history. The gay romance that weaves through it is almost incidental and I find I'm enjoying that more and more. I've read so many books where it's SEXSEXSEXSEXplotSEXSEXSEXplotSEXSEXSEX that I'm learning to appreciate the sort of gay historical where the story is more important than the relationship. Not that I don't enjoy a good old raunch when I need one, just don't need them ALL the time.
Am I evil for laughing my socks off at Maria's predicament in Coronation Street?
I'm always seeing people around the net saying that they'd write lesbian fiction if it sold - but why is it whenever I look at the gay/lesbian bestsellers on Amazon the preponderance of novels are lesbian fiction?
Why is there Pirates of the Carribean music on the Gladiators trailer? I really don't fancy watching Gladiators AGAIN, just to see if the music is in the film.
The cats are not enjoying the Vick Rub I am liberally smeared with. Lucius is currently in my arms and is screwing his little face up as if to say "Is that pong coming from YOU? My watering eyes, let me show you them!" However he is not getting off, and is happily hindering my typing by resting his now not inconsiderable weight to my forearms. I swear I will look like Popeye eventually. Cat-typing-weightlifting. It should be a national pasttime. The voice is better, the sore throat is better and the cough will, I'm sure, linger for a while but hoo-yah I'm well enough to go back to work. Is this justice? However, I have just clambered out of a Vick's bath, so I'll see how I feel tomorrow. I hate having Mondays off sick because I know that people think you are faking it.
I've just finished "The Journeyer" by J P Bowie, and I have to say that I really enjoyed it - I wasn't expecting to because there were a few things that annoyed me to start with, but it sort of sucked me in and I galloped through it. What I suppose I liked most about it that it was a gay historical novel, with emphasis on the adventure and story and the history. The gay romance that weaves through it is almost incidental and I find I'm enjoying that more and more. I've read so many books where it's SEXSEXSEXSEXplotSEXSEXSEXplotSEXSEXSEX that I'm learning to appreciate the sort of gay historical where the story is more important than the relationship. Not that I don't enjoy a good old raunch when I need one, just don't need them ALL the time.
Am I evil for laughing my socks off at Maria's predicament in Coronation Street?
