I have no clue where Mary’s word for the week is. I know she said she sent it, and Mary is an honorable woman. But my email appears to have done a disappearing act on it, so we’ll make do without.
Fifty words, the word is: root.
Speaking of roots I’m not swearing this will happen, but I’m going to try to find as many of the Argonauta collection books as I can and go back to my sf/f roots in order, to figure out, now as an adult and a professional, what about these books enthralled me and drew me in. I think that’s important, going back to the root of your passion now and then. Like anniversaries, renewal of vows and occasion weekends a way refresh a marriage, so getting back in touch with why you first loved something helps clear away the clouds that have gathered in the meantime.
I’ll probably blog about it, too, once a week or so, both what I liked and the things that are now outdated (not just scientifically) or that just strike me as funny now. (Reading one of my favorite Agatha Christie’s — the moving finger — was struck with all the references to genetic hygiene. Granted in this case it referred to avoiding incest, but it’s a reminder the vocabulary was in everyone’s lips and not a Germany-peculiar disease.)
For those who wish to play at home, the list is here, and the text under the cover lists the actual title. I’ll note I can’t find number one. There is one of that name on Amazon and someone “scanned” the text in but not with text recognition, rather as an image, which means I can’t read it. Periodically I might post “wanted” posts here too.
Other things that will happen both here and at MGC will be changes in looks and format. I promise nothing bad, so just sit tight. (Not that I expect no bitching. From this crowd? I always expect bitching.)
I have a kitchen to clean and three chapters to finish, so go back to your regular insanity.