The Hobbit Hole VII - But not yet weary are our feet...

[HairOfTheDog]

Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

But not yet weary are our feet...

• First thread: New Zealander builds Hobbit hole
• Second thread: The New Hobbit Hole
• Third thread: The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads! (Congratulations, we filled it up!)
• Fourth Thread: The Hobbit Hole IV - The Road Goes Ever On...
• Fifth Thread: The Hobbit Hole V - Where Many Paths and Errands Meet...
• Sixth Thread: The Hobbit Hole VI - And Whither Then? I Cannot Say...

New verse:

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass! Hill and water under sky, Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun. Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, Let them go! Let them go! Sand and stone and pool and dell, Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, We’ll wander back to home and bed. Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade! Away shall fade! Fire and lamp, and meat and bread, And then to bed! And then to bed!

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[Rose in RoseBear]

Jen, I read my first science fiction novel, The Rolling Stones, when I was six. That would have been back in 1964. I read my first romance novel in 1985. In the intervening 21+ years, I would not have touched a romance novel on a bet.

Then I picked a romance novel up, on the recommendation of a fan. It was a pirate bodice-ripper ... but it intrigued me. I was lucky, and soon after picked up Kathleen Woodiwiss ... hoo-boy! Good writing!

Of course, my tastes have evolved, along with the genre. Trust me, the classic bodice-ripper doesn't get published anymore --- no one would read it, save for a guilty nostalgia thrill.

Tell you what ... I know you hate all historical periods, and I know you hate contemporary fiction. How about I send you a SF romance I like, and you tell me what you think? You don't even have to read the icky sex parts ... just the SF stuff.

The book I have in mind, in case you'd like to hunt it down yourself, is Shield's Lady, by Amanda Glass. Or you can try Sweet Starfire and Crystal Flame by Jayne Ann Krentz, together now in one book. (Jayne Krentz also writes under the name Amanda Glass.) If you can't find 'em, let me know, and I'll send you one of my copies.

Think of it as distressing but essential research into what sells nowadays, should you decide to get published ...

[Rose in RoseBear]

I'm a warrior about such things, Master Sea-man ... never let it be said I left one filthy book unread!

[Ramius]

hehehe... yeesh... I'm still reeling from the idea of a "bodice-ripper". Yowza.

I guess it's a good thing fer womenfolk these days that they don't wear bodices too often anymore. Sounds like they were dangerous things.

[Ramius]

never let it be said I left one filthy book unread!

Goodness knows... somebody's gotta keep their eye on these novelists, just in case they type something that would be over the bounds of good taste. 'Tis a tough row to hoe, good miss. :-)

[Rose in RoseBear]

To appreciate Anne McCaffrey, you have to read her Pern series. Girls should start with the Harper Hall series (Dragonsong, Dragonsinger, and Dragondrums); anybody can start with:

Dragonflight
Dragonquest
Dragonsong
Dragonsinger
The White Dragon (first two chapters)
Dragondrums
Get Off The Unicorn (short story)
Moreta
Nerilka's Story
Dragonsdawn
Chronicles Of Pern: First Fall
Dragonseye
The Girl Who Heard Dragons (short story)
Renegades Of Pern
Masterharper Of Pern
Legends 2: Short Novels By The Masters Of Modern Fantasy (short novel)
All the Weyrs Of Pern
The Dolphins Of Pern
The Skies Of Pern
Dragon's Kin

[Rose in RoseBear]

Nah ... Heinlein was writing that same stuff in 1939.

[Rose in RoseBear]

Bodice-rippers were cool back in the day ... kinda like Foster Brooks was funny back in the day. Now there's nothing funny about drunks, and nothing cool about "I-hate-you-let's-do-it-NOW!" romances.

Ah, how tastes change ...

[ItsOurTimeNow]

Veggies are great. We own almost all the videos

Have you seen their latest one, "An Easter Carol"? We're getting that one for Autumn for Easter.

[ItsOurTimeNow]

Man, am I warping my kid!

Nah, it sounds like you've got him on a good track! There's a lot WORSE things kids these days can listen to, that's for sure.

[ItsOurTimeNow]

I couldn't get into the Pern series when I was younger, but I was a huge fan of Piers Anthony.

His "Incarnations of Immortality" series is brilliant.

[ItsOurTimeNow]

Thanks for the encouragement!

Yes, it is a full-time, permanent job, and it's put me back into the staffing & recruiting world. The salary is only $1k less than what I was making before, but since the health benefits are less expensive, it practically comes out as a wash.

I'm excited about it, but nervous at the same time. I'll admit, I'm going to miss doing the construction work. It's hard, honest work, but it just doesn't pay enough for me to make a full-time thing out of it. But, if nothing else, I was given an opportunity to learn some new things, and brush up on some old skills. It's not like framing and drywall hanging are things I can put on a resume, but heck, they're good things to know.

[Lil'freeper]

Morning!

Am back at work... but at least it's almost Friday. :)

Oh and Happy St. Paddy's! Am playing a copy of The Clancy Brothers' "Irish Drinking Songs." I don't drink, but my office mates do. Lots of fun at Finnigan's wake!

[Lil'freeper]

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE those stories! With post-LOTR filmmaking being what it is, I'm thinking it's time to make films of those books. The technology is ready.

[ItsOurTimeNow]

Well, this isn't an Irish drinking song, but it's still my FAVORITE drinking song, and I'll post it in honor of St. Patrick's Day!

"Hey! Ho! To the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
The rain may fall the wind may blow
but there still beeeeeeeeeeee many miles to go!

Sweet is the sound of the falling rain,
and the stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook,
is a mug of beer inside this Took!"

[Lil'freeper]

Cute kid, but thenewboy could give him a run for his money!

thenewboy is a cutie to be sure, but I'm related to this one so I'm biased.

[Lil'freeper]

JOHNNY MCELDOO

There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay
We visited McCann's, Maclaman's, Humpty Dan's
We then went into Swan's, our stomachs for to pack
We ordered out a feed, which indeed, we did need
And we finished it with speed, but we still felt slack


Johnny McEldoo turned red, white and blue
As a plate of irish stew he soon put out of sight
He shouted out "Encore!" with a roar for some more
That he'd never felt before such a keen appetite
We ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram
But him, we couldn't ram, though we tried our level best
For everthing we brought, cold or hot, mattered not
It went down him like a shot and he still stood the test


He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
We told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
He nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGragh
"He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't hold him in"
When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large
He began to shout and barge and his blood went on fire


He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
To finish the affair, called the shop man a liar
The shop man, he through out and no doubt, he did clout
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose
He would have killed him with a few blows in no time at all
Mceldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soul
Through an empty bowl at the shop keepers head
It struck poor Mickey Flynn, took the skin from his chin
An eruction did begin and we all fought and bled
The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five
At us they made a dive for us all to march away
We paid for all the mate that we ate, stood a trait
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day

[ItsOurTimeNow]

*SO wanting a Guiness right now*

[g'nad]

It's not like framing and drywall hanging are things I can put on a resume

they're not?... *erase erase erase*...

congrats...

[g'nad]

I like romances... stuff like:

Bill Burris
Massad Ayoob
Jeff Cooper

*sniff*... that's just beautiful man...

[2Jedismom]

Good morning everyone!