Losing coherence

I am sooo tired. I haven’t expen­ded this much con­tinu­ous brain power in a while, and the last few times I’ve done it, it’s been my only job. This time, I’m teach­ing as well. Anyway, Forget the Rules is becom­ing a fluid merger of web site revi­sions and plans for media launches and other funky stuff. It was great being at the office today: it’s also the set, and they were shoot­ing the first epis­odes, so everytime we wanted to go down­stairs, we had to check if they were rolling.

Look­ing for a book to relax with tonight, I decided I needed the lit­er­ary equi­val­ent of com­fort food. I returned grate­fully into the arms of Patri­cia McK­il­lip’s Riddle­Mas­ter tri­logy, some­thing I first read aged 13 or so. I adore its tone: Morgon, Prince of Hed scuff­ling with his brother Eliard amongst the pigher­ders and his sister Tristan tip­ping a bucket of sour milk over the pair of them and then off he goes into a world of magic and shape­shift­ing, liquid violet eyes and harp­ing in the waste wilds in the dead of winter. If you like fantasy at all, read this. If you are one of those people who thinks Harry Potter is good stuff, this is better and it was there first. Yes, it’s highly pos­sible I’m talk­ing to you. *grin*