of the writing of books there is no end

[lotesse]

It was thankfully a little bit warmer today. Spent the afternoon wandering around the arboretum reading Aurora Leigh. And then came back home and plowed through most of the delightfully organized Supernatural crackfic links at the Super-Wiki. Yay for Victorian poetry and crackfic.

I really ought to start working on my Chaucer. I've found myself at a complete loss as to how to analzye the Canterbury Tales, so I'm sliding desperately off in to folklore. That, at least, I do know how to write about. But I need to get going with it. The rest of the world is being far too distracting.