Bon anniversaire, mama!

So a short bit to further indite myself to future generations as the Author Who Was Flighty: alleluia! The story cometh! As of this morning, it cometh! I woke, I did chores, I typed a tad and...voila! The next scene presented itself! Oh, thank you Isobel for bothering to overheard that horrid Lord Alistaire speak unfavorably of you! Oh, thank you Arvel son of Iorwrydd for not going after all immediately to the Twins' but residing at Castell Gwyr for Isobel to meet you in! Oh, thank you wonderful Lords of Llewellyn for hosting your awful cousins and leaving the door slightly ajar for Isobel to conveniently overhear you! Huzzah huzzah! The plot has found a place!

So, I'm at mass, or rather after mass, and praying and asking God, "Right, Lord, so what is this novel about? What is Your premise here? What thought are we pursuing?" And the answer was, or seems to be, "What is the nature of Love?" That is, is Love an emotion or an action? Can the latter lead to the former? (The answer, obviously, is yes.) Man, I feel so bad for these two characters. Aiden tried to warn Isobel before they were first married that he had no heart; she simply didn't understand. And now, poor Isobel! Can you imagine? Still, it was pretty woozly of Aiden to run off like that - even in a good cause. I'm guessing that this'll still be stuck under the romance section - kind of odd to find oneself reviewed in Romantic Times. Not that I'm against it - hey, marketing is marketing - but still, I've so...looked down on that genre.... Well, Lord, Thy will, not mine!

Off to party for Mumsy. Sing any and all birthday songs you know!

Mood: Cheerful. :)
Music: Julie's copy of The Two Towers.
Note: WHICH IS STILL COMING OUT ON MONDAY! HURRAH HURRAH!