propped in the corner by the bookcase

Well, I now have a nice foam rubber bokken. Which will be useful for cosplay. (And which is also just plain nice to have. Inner Romantic rushes around at the back of my head and swashbuckles.)

Current project more or less completed and first edit pass done. Time to start on the next one.

. . . heh. Very amusing to listen to a friend watching episodes of a show which you've already seen, and trying to interpret her squeaks, curses, and exclamations of appreciation and guess which bit she's currently at. (Alas that she now must descend into filler garbage, after an episode or two to tie up the current arc. Roll on the Arrankar.)

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Hope

I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The dough's rising...
Oh what a shame
I can't bake cathedrals...
that sublimity of style
I've always yearned for...
Child of our time -
haven't you found the right shell for your soul?

Before I die I *shall*
bake a cathedral.

-- Edith Sodergran