Bleeding Fiction

Erik got here on Thursday night and left again this morning; a brief but, for me, satisfying visit from a good friend. We didn't get up to much, just some minor sight-seeing around town. I'll let him tell you more about it at his leisure.

Now I'm feeling a little fuzzy, a little frayed, like my body's here but my mind and my energy haven't really caught up to me yet. I feel like there's something profound that's just missing right now. Too much done all at once, I guess, between the Right Coast, getting everything back into order here and then Erik. I'm sure that things will settle back down to normal soon.

While I'm waiting for that to happen, though, I went down to a reading from Susanna Clarke at the University of Washington bookstore. She's a rather charming lady: well-spoken, polite and knowledgeable, with just the right amount of stumbling awkwardness. She spoke about the deep influence of Jane Austen on Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, and that was almost enough to get me to grab a copy of Sense & Sensibility or something. Almost. Instead I think I'll take the opposite route and recommend Strange &c. to Eric and Stefanie. Anyway, I got my copy of the book signed, and Lukas' as well since he couldn't make it, and it didn't occur to me to mention Patrick until after I'd already left the store. Oh well.