For grins, tonight I copied the three parts of my NaNoWriMo story into one file. Holy cow: 132,427 words.
In other “what I did today” news, I tried to get out and do a little shopping but the place I went to was mobbed to the point where I was uncomfortable, there were people playing really bad versions of pachabel’s canon… how festive! and everything I was drawn to was for me.
For example, I went to Barnes and Noble and while I did get a couple other things, the very first thing that leaped into my hand was The Poetic Edda translated by L.M. Hollander which has such fine things as:
(Frey said:)
“From on high I beheld in the halls of Gymir
a maiden to my mind
her arms did gleam, their glamor filled
all the sea and the air.“This maiden to me more dear
than maiden to any man;
but Æsir and alfs all will have it
that strangers ay we stay.(“In my behalf her hand shalt ask,
and home bring her hither,
her father let or allow it;
good shall thy guerdon be.”)(Skírnir said:)
“Thy steed then lend me to lift me o’er weird
ring of flickering flame,
the sword also that swings itself
against the tribe of trolls.”From the Lay of Skírnir
