It's the thought that counts...I guess

I meant to blog about Easter, the Royal Wedding, and real life.  I've been meaning to post my reviews of Jane Eyre, Alice in Wonderland, etc.  I meant to take a nap today, or do something useful (i.e. homework), or create something artistic.  But here I am with a cold, just sitting around, and becoming the "most incurably lazy fellow who ever stood in shoe leather" (in my case, wool socks).  Will this post even make it to publication?  Or will it join the 26 posts I have in Draft...aka the Olde Curiosity Shoppe, in which be Unpublished Manuscripts From Antiquity (i.e. 2009-2011).

I miss reading Victorian sci-fi.  (That was random.)  Submarines, hot air balloons, airships, and the like.  I really, really miss it.  So much so, that the other day I spent an hour or two perusing Amazon Listmania for such books.  Mostly all I found was "Steampunk Romance", and "Sherlock Holmes meets zombies and airships" (ouch).  Friends, bloggers, countrymen: there is a severe lack of Victorian sci-fi in the literary world.  I will be left with no choice, but to take every science class I can find and try to become clever enough to write one myself.  Someday.  Maybe.

Third and last random topic for the day:  I wish I had finished writing my unfinished books.  Those books that weren't good enough for the perfectionist in me. Amateurish writing style aside, the stories themselves weren't that bad; and now it frustrates me that I was too high and mighty to finish writing them out.  *shakes head*