Love Letter to...
Dec. 7th, 2004 12:22 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
So, where to begin with
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Dear God. I suppose the beginning will work.
A writer. Heartbreaking, evocative, prose to drown in. Characters you want to simultaneously kill and kiss. They all have voices of their own (at times perhaps too loud for her poor mind, so they migrate to others), complete and whole.
I first ran across her through her writing, which grabbed me and quite literally pulled me to a halt. Since then, I've had the unparallelled pleasure of reading all sorts of things, anything she throws my way. Including what I know will be an amazing novel. Plus snippets of other novels to come once The Giant is brought to an end.
A researcher. If she wants to know something, she'll know it. Whether it be Serbo-Croat, Virgil, or precisely what happened during the thirty days prior to the official declaration of the First World War...she will know it. The depth and breadth of her knowledge amazes me. The academic world has no idea what they're missing. Someday I hope they'll realise it.
A Muse. My novel wouldn't exist without her. And not just on account of the characters she's lent me. I mean discussions and research-parties that last till stupid hours of the morning, where fabulous discoveries occur. Without her, I'd still be in the dark about that damned protagonist of mine and his strange psychological labyrinth of a brain.
A fellow nerd. Figure skating, violinists, London, and Marlowe simply wouldn't be the same without her. I can gush about things and she not only doesn't mind, she agrees most of the time. Not to mention most of our respective music, book, and film collections.
A dear friend, soul sister, and Twin that Never Was (::grin::). Where I would be without you keeping me sane all these years, I honestly don't know.
And to conclude, it was Gaveston in the Corpus Old Court with a toad. ;) If you don't get that, don't worry. It wasn't supposed to make sense.