Okay, major change of plans...
Dec. 19th, 2005 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeLooks like the Christmas tree comes into the house tomorrow night after my mom cleans the living room, and I ended up *not* getting the odds and ends shopping done today. So... I wrapped what presents I had ready to wrap and I worked on the Christmas fic. I have the ending written out, I just have to write the beginning and the middle, but I've been playing the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's albums in the background, which certainly helps the inspiration when it starts to run thin.
Also I've been reading Michael D. O'Brien's Sophia House, a lovely, contemplative novel about a Polish bookseller who shelters a young Hasidic Jewish man during the darkest hours of WWII... but there's so much more to this story than just that. I love O'Brien's novels: so intricately crafted, so thoughtful, so peaceful, like the icons that he paints. He takes his time telling a story, and his books are always a relief from the breakneck pace of most modern novels. And they're so well-written, they're impossible to put down: you tend to lose yourself in the dialogue between the characters.
And John has been in and out of my headspace, or at least in and out of my awareness: he's been dropping hints about a story he wants me to share, dealing with a dybbuk, a demon he locked down in the son of a Jewish friend of his some time ago. He couldn't pull the demon out, as sometimes happens if the spirit is too entrenched in a person, but he managed to get it to stop trying to harm the young man it was possessing. I may not get to this story for a while yet, not till after Christmas.
Also I've been reading Michael D. O'Brien's Sophia House, a lovely, contemplative novel about a Polish bookseller who shelters a young Hasidic Jewish man during the darkest hours of WWII... but there's so much more to this story than just that. I love O'Brien's novels: so intricately crafted, so thoughtful, so peaceful, like the icons that he paints. He takes his time telling a story, and his books are always a relief from the breakneck pace of most modern novels. And they're so well-written, they're impossible to put down: you tend to lose yourself in the dialogue between the characters.
And John has been in and out of my headspace, or at least in and out of my awareness: he's been dropping hints about a story he wants me to share, dealing with a dybbuk, a demon he locked down in the son of a Jewish friend of his some time ago. He couldn't pull the demon out, as sometimes happens if the spirit is too entrenched in a person, but he managed to get it to stop trying to harm the young man it was possessing. I may not get to this story for a while yet, not till after Christmas.