Hooray for vacation

These following things:

--being at home on vacation
--being the only person in the house, therefore
--having the computer to myself

mean that I'm currently playing clips of "Totale Finsternis" and "Die unstillbare Gier" from Tanz der Vampire on YouTube very loudly. (GRIN)

When the last eagle flies...

Naturally, I thought of this moments after clicking the "post entry" button about the musicals.

One of my greatest fears is that I will never be the kind of writer that I want to be. More than making a living by writing, I worry more about making the readers feel. There are writers like Peter S. Beagle (e.x. The Last Unicorn ) and Susan Cooper (e.x. Silver on the Tree ) and The Neverending Story and Lloyd Alexander (e.x. The Prydain Chronicles ) whose stories have me crying before the end because they are that wonderful. Poets too, like Anna Akhmatova. I'm happy and frustrated at the same time when reading these books--happy because I love them so much, and angry because I still don't believe that I will be able to write that spectacularly.

I'm so caught up in this at the moment that I'm not able to think clearly and write all that I want to on this topic. But it had to be said now.

(I shall have to find the audiobook of The Last Unicorn .)