September 3rd, 2006

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Hunger her plate, Starving her knife

For me, one of the most fantastical and fascinating things about Norse myth is the way it all works as allegory. This guy is Fire, and this guy is Wind, and this other guy is Frost, and this woman is Sea, and this woman is a Bloody Wave-Crest, and this guy over here is an Asshole.

...Literally. They're personifications, and they're also people, and both the personification and the personality coexist. It's a mythic, Dreamtimey kind of logic, nonlinear and intuitive and allusive, and that's all shored up by the way the language the stories are related in is constructed in layers and layers of metaphor, double and triple metaphors, heaps of them. Kennings of kennings. The allusion becomes the thing. The figurative becomes the concrete... but it never stops being figurative in the process.

It's indicative of a whole different way of thinking and structuring logic and perception, and its freaking fascinating.

Hel is dead, and her bicolored body is pale on one side and livid on the other, like a corpse that's lain long enough for the blood to settle. Her hall is the grave, her curtains are winding sheets, her bed is a byre.

...and yet, simultaneously, she is the goddess of the underworld, and reigns there, and all those who die of illness or in childbed or any way but on the field of battle come to her. She is Loki's daughter, and there's a metaphor there (death is the daughter of chaos) and yet Hel and Loki are both personages at the same time they are personifications.

This stuff suits the way my brain works. It's all about holding an uncollapsed wave form in your head. The cat is alive and dead; Fenrir is chained and he is howling the end of the world; Loki is Odin's blood-brother and he is his greatest enemy.

And the fact that all this stuff contradicts itself is just part of the magic. Considering how very little of the literature survives, we have no idea at all what we've lost.

This is not a tidy linear little mythosphere. It's a brawling mess of intentional contradictions and hard-drinking heros who may very well be villains the next time you meet them.

And oh, I love it so.

drive train _ netcurmudgeon

and the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined

Progress notes for 3 September 2006:


New Words:  2454
Total Words: 15047
Pages: 64
Deadline: September 5
Reason for stopping: End of the draft. Yay!

Stimulants:  peaches and Thumbelina melons and coffee
Exercise: none
Mammalian assistance: Mebd was climbing over me while I was typing yesterday.
Mail: Kerry Dustin really liked Blood & Iron

So did My Mother Is A Fish

Today's words Word don't know: limerence, thaumaturgical, ensorcelment

Mean Things: Lost love, apples.
Darling du jour: She was intoxicated, perhaps not the best state in which to be making life-altering  decisions, but she'd never let that stop her.
Tyop du jour: had dome somewhat more than kiss
Jury-rigging: Well, the story has a deliberate anticlimax, which is always tricky. We'll see if I pulled it off.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Jack does play up the gothy waifboy thing, given half a chance.
Books in progress:
John Lindow, Norse Mythology;

The Internet is full of Things: The Lord's Prayer in Aramaic.
The glamour!: Wow, I need to do laundry and sweep up the shreds of the murdered glitter balls festooning my apartment. Mebd was very cute last night carrying the green one around and crooning to it, however.

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The guys at Language Log are a constant source of amusement and please. Yesterday's offering, Bards of Speech, in particular. Today's is pretty good too.

Meanwhile, whew. One more thing off the to-do list. And one step closer to the promised sort-of-vacation. I still need to write ~30,000-~40,000 words of New Amsterdam (one more novelette and the climactic novella), but I'm going to put that off for a month or so, since it's not due until December. Because I really need a vacation from having to write new words.

And I have enough other work to keep me good and busy for a while. Specifically, there's the revision on "Limerent," (due Tuesday), the CEM of Whiskey & Water (due September 22), and the rewrites of All the Windwracked Stars (currently waiting until I sell it to somebody) and By the Mountain Bound (which I am doing on spec, in part because Mingan keeps bugging me). And there will be a rewrite on Undertow too, and--if it gets bought--on The Stratford Man.

And maybe some of those short stories that have been so patient.

Yeah, that's enough for fall.
bear by san


...I really need to write the Thor-and-Loki in drag story.

Although it would work better in a comic book format.

Or at the very least, fully illustrated.

Because, okay, Loki, all about the genderfuck, and constantly. No shock there, mother of monsters.

But Thor in a skirt?

That's special.
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