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March 2017



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writing one-eyed jack

you turn kings into beggars and beggars into kings

Okay, I need to stop revising and go put on my climbing pants, but the laziness is heavy in this one today.

Revisions on One-Eyed Jack & The Suicide King are going remarkably well. I'm already on page 36, and I have a really good idea of what I need to add and how I need to play it. And I figured out a thematic problem that was bothering me, and I have an easy fix. So huzzah for that.

I think I might be able to get this done in a week or so.

Of course, what I'm revising here is fourth draft, so it's not like there's a lot of sentence-level fiddling left to do.

Something unexpected happened: I like this book. Last time I read it, I hated it, so I think that's pretty cool.


You'd think anybody who'd been dead for any time at all would have had enough of blackness and shadows. Sycorax reveled in them. If she were three hundred years younger, she'd have been a gothchick.

Mean things: impalement, snipers, mind control, starvation, vampires, interfering avatars of dead Hollywood starlets, not getting to hear the end of the song.


Mean things: [...] not getting to hear the end of the song.

Oooh, you meanie!

Have a nice climb.
Sycorax, Caliban's mother? Oooh.
Just a namesake, alas. *g*
Oh, well. I'll cling to the idea that you wouldn't have picked it if you didn't want it to resonate.
Oh, I totally did.

Unrelated to post but...

I got my books today! Thank you!

There goes my weekend...

Re: Unrelated to post but...


Totally and utterly unrelated, do you have a favorite poet? Favorite poem? (I'm wandering through a wondering about whether writing voice and reading voice have anything to do with each other)
Favorite poets: Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dorothy Parker, Robert Frost, Allen Ginsberg, William Shakespeare, Dylan Thomas, Yevgeny Yevtushenko (in translation, that last, alas: I do not read Russian), A.E. Housman, Yeats in some modes and not at all in others...

Favorite poem? Hard to pick just one. But Vincent's "Love is not all" sonnet:

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

or Parker's "Fair Weather":

This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.

So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds.

Are very high on the list. (I think it's only a coincidence the imagery is so similar, but maybe it's not.) I also love Robinson Jeffers' "Hurt Hawks," Gregory Corso's "Marriage," Dylan Thomas's just-about-everything but especially "And Death Shall Have No Dominion" and "Fern Hill", Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays"--

Um. I like poetry.

I wouldn't trade my French poetry for anything, but if I ever feel the need for another degree, I'm doing it in English-language poetry.
Mmm. Tom.

That sounds like a really pleasant evening.

We'll have to invite stillsostrange. She's far more hardcore than I am.

(I shall have to look for 100 Bullets, as I had not previously heard of it.)
I grabbed their podcast of that.

It rocked. *g*

It's all my dad's fault: he bought me Blood Money and Small Change lo these many years ago, and I have been hooked ever since.