Ugh.

Nausea's back. Breakfast this morning was 8 mg ondansetron, my Synthroid, my omeprazole, and a can of ginger ale.

I haven't decided which doctor to call first: my GP, my GI, or pestering the neuro people to see if they have any info on me at all.

I'm feeling somewhat better than an hour and a half ago, but the idea of food makes me want to gag.

I plan to go to Pilates class, but I won't decide until 8:45 (class is at 9). If I go to class, I'll call a doctor when I get back. If I don't go because I feel ill, I'll call a doctor then.

Urban fantasy?

I'm not an avid reader of urban fantasy; it seems to be essentially fairies/werewolves/vampires/angels&demons/whatever are real and Our Hero/ine has to foil their evil plots. There's a thin boundary between UF and paranormal romance, at least in today's market. I enjoy the Dresden Files, however, despite Harry being a jerk. I'm fond of plots with politics and double- or triple-crossing and shadowy conspiracies, which the Dresden Files have in spades.

(When book 10 came out, Phil said it went in a direction that wasn't like the previous books, and I asked if it went into the whole Black Council stuff, and he looked a little surprised & said yes. I pick up on things like that. Well, and it seemed pretty obvious that that's where it was going, and it would have been a huge let-down if Butcher had dropped the thread of that. Huh, maybe I have a better grasp of structure than I thought.)

But at its core, urban fantasy is just fantasy set in a city. Does that make Swordspoint UF? And I guess also Shades of Milk and Honey? Hell, by that definition, much of the Nightrunners series is UF.

I guess, technically, "U8: Alexanderplatz" is also UF: it's fantasy set in a city (a very small part of a city). This kind of weirds me out. But at ReaderCon, people *really* liked it. (I don't know about the other readings, since I missed them because of Stupid Illness, but I've been told it got a good reception at NASFiC.) One person told me she thought it would make a good basis for a novel.

But I don't *write* UF... I write space opera and politics and splosions and selflessness and duty and strength in adversity.

But Berlin keeps calling me. I want to write something set in Berlin, with the city as a character. During the Mauerzeit. Or in the days of the Kaisers. Or ... I don't know. It's just so vague, you know? This feeling like there's a story I want to tell, but I haven't found it yet. Or it hasn't found me.

It'll most likely involve trains. Trains are awesome. And train stations that aren't in service anymore because they were bombed.