Word over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again,
and ever again, this soil'd world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin--I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
We bought a Hitler time travel story.
No, really. We bought a Hitler time travel story. There is hope for everybody.
We also just bought a story that might have the FBI at my door, and a piece of hot gay erotica, and... well, nobody will be able to say that A&A isn't eclectic. Expect to see these piece in May and July.
I picture us as the mad old aunt who lives in the attic and says surprising but elegant, brutal and true things at dinner, but it otherwise largely disregarded.
I'm reading China Mieville's The Scar, and I thought it started tensely, but not slowly, as I had been warned. I like his brittle and cold protag, her impossible situation, the daring of the narrative a lot. I was also really excited to be reading this and finding not only startling beauties, but things I would have done slightly differently... and understanding both why I would have done them differently and why China did them the way he did.
This is really neat. I think it indicates an integration of that new skill level I've been groping toward. The plateau I've been wanting, a level of unconscious competence instead of the conscious incompetence and then conscious competence. Damn, I may actually be figuring out how to do this. And it only took... 25 years.
Course, I may trip over my feet tomorrow and find a whole new level of stuff I haven't mastered. But I think I'll be happy to float for a while.
Oh, yeah, and the third draft of Bridge is done. And the ToCs for May and July's A&A. Viva productivity.
Stolen from britgeekgrrl
1. What does desire taste like?
raspberry/peach/mango puree on good vanilla ice cream
2. What colour is Beethoven (pick any piece you like)?
Pathetique, and it is the color of a grey cat in moonlight.
3. What does waking up sound like?
The mellifluous tones of Scott Simon on NPR.
4. What does flight feel like (to the touch)?
Cold rushing water
5. What does Obi-Wan smell like?
Ewan McGregor's after shave.
6. What your favorite book taste like?
Apples sun-warmed off the tree, and not quite as ripe as they should be.
7. What color is need?
Red as the face of a crying baby
8. What does letting go sound like?
9. What does silliness feel like (to the touch)?
a bowl full of peeled grapes in the dark of the scout leader's basement, and it sounds like a room full of giggling girlscouts.
10. What does sin smell like?
Sin? Honey, sin smells like nothing at all, because sin is what you get when you try to impose an arbitrary outside morality on someone's actions. There ain't no sin. There's just right and wrong, and all that fuzzy grey stuff in the middle. But churches smell like frankincense and candle wax and myrrh, which is a better scent all around.