I got the Mad Science job, which is amazing. I went out with one of the experienced Mad Scientists to a birthday party on the weekend to get an idea of what I would be doing. It was a blast.
I also got a job at Wonderland. I’m an usher manager with the Halloween Haunt that runs throughout October which should also be a blast.
I was stalking author blogs during my breaks between lectures today. I regularly read Deanna Raybourn’s blog. She was a pep-talk writer for Nanowrimo last year and at the bottom of the email I got was a link to her blog which I find throughly entertaining. I haven’t actually managed to track down one of her books yet. The libraries in Tay didn’t have them and I haven’t got a utility bill to use as my proof of residency to get a Toronto card yet. I’ve read pages of her blog but never one of her books, which I find odd.
I have every intention of trying one even though they are historical mystery/romances set back in the Victorian era – none of which is the type of thing I would normally read. The only time I read mysteries is when they are forensic (like Kathy Reichs – who doesn’t appear to keep a blog and the intro page to her website is nearly seizure inducing but I do enjoy the books and the television series though they are radically different), I almost never read historical anything and I am really really picky with romances. I love romantic stories but I hate the way they are marketed. “will they learn to trust each other…” “beautiful heroine, damaged hero….” “blah blah blah.” If I can find a romance that has a lot of other stuff going on, I can get really into it.
My other favourite author blogs to visit are Neil Gaiman’s Journal (which is occasionally wet yourself funny. See the fictional six year old who answers reader mail if you don’t believe me). This is more the sort of stuff that I tend to read. I picked up American Gods when I was in the 10th grade because it was out on a display shelf in the library. Amazing and even more amazing, the entire thing is available online if you want to read it.
I may have had an actual point when I began this but it has flown away into the night air. As a final non-point on author blogs, Janet Evanovich’s would probably be to die for (though she doesn’t keep one as far as I can tell) Her website does include a autobiography that claims she started writing mysteries because she ran out of sexual positions in her romance novels.
Evidently I am a bit sleep deprived and these ramblings must end. So I am posting this and going to curl up in bed and hope that I can fall asleep.
