I find it very tiresome when I wish to partake in a serious and deep-ranging literary conversation and everybody else in the entire school seems to have nothing else on their minds save class elections and dancing ( Read more... )

I have been musing upon this issue following Jane Austen and Phillips Lovecraft's conversation regarding what nomenclature the latter fellow prefers to be addressed by. It seems that like me he dislikes his Christian name and would prefer to be addressed by his middle name ( Read more... )

Everyone else posted theirs decades ago, so I suppose I should really put my class timetable up here in case anyone cares ( Read more... )

Three more attempts to write My Novel (how foolishly I thus grace the abortive effort with capital letters!) have resulted in no more profit or satisfaction for anyone save the waste paper merchant ( Read more... )

An authors best friend is the waste paper basket, it is said; and when I review in my mind the eighteen pages of manuscript that were intended to serve as the opening chapter of my novel, into which receptacle they have lately been consigned, I realise that no truer words were ever spoken ( Read more... )

Look up 'rodomontade' in the dictionary. For both meaning and spelling. It looks as if it ought to start with an RH, but if that brain-box of a Bronte girl spells it without, shes probably right. It sounds a very impressive word, all flourishes and curlicues. The kind of word thatd be used by Shelley, Wordsworth and their little clique in between ( Read more... )

Today begins a new stage in my glorious career; high school. To mark the fact that Ive reached such a milestone as this, Ive decided to commence a journal. I hear theyre all the rage. Though I normally shrink from partaking in anything that reeks of fashionability, of late, so many words seem to have been clamouring inside my head to be free of the ( Read more... )