One day you'll understand the sheer awesomeness that is me.
I was planning on starting a new file on my computer with the title "Phrases That Sound One Way to Witches but Mean Something Else to Vampires.
My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.
I'd studied 16th century science and magic. I thought it was strange that people were interested in the same kinds of things my research was about. The more I thought about it, the more intriguing it became and pretty soon I was writing a novel about a reluctant witch and a 1500-year-old vampire.
The plain truth is that the period I study is the 16th century, and they were absolutely obsessed with witches and spiritual beings.
Sir. My lord. Master Roydon. " The young man blurted out most available titles except for "Your Majesty" and "Prince of Darkness. " These were implied nonetheless.
Occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile. ". . ' Opportunity is fleeting, experiment dangerous, and judgement difficult.
It would show hugely if I didn't want to be somewhere. Doing what you want to do can only generate good energy.
The solution when you don't like someone's speech is not to silence that person, or that corporation. It's more and louder speech of your own.
Logic is something the mind has created to conceal its timidity, a hocus-pocus designed to give formal validity to conclusions we are willing to accept if everybody else in our set will too.
Be of good cheer, miracles do happen.