What Gothic Literature Taught Me About Sleepless Nights
Good evening my friends. Isn’t May a lovely time of the year? Those bright evenings slowly blend with beautiful salmon coloured silk skies, suddenly deepening into an eerie navy but not quite as unsettling as an October night. Yet, some evenings it’s still chill enough to light the fire in the library because somehow you know, you just know, that sleep will be elusive and when you get that feeling, it’s nice to have something warm to wrap around your shoulders and to curl your toes at. Now, where are my manners? Let me get you a glass of something and get comfy, Lady Cora Cat has decided to join us tonight. She likes the fire, and the chat. The Hour When the World Stops Explaining Itself In that in between time, after I have finished writing a book, and before the polishing begins, I love to sit down with a good book, or sometimes, a good movie. My reading time usually begins in the hour when the world stops explaining itself. The library, unlike the Scriptorium, wher...