September 12th, 2006

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That tuesday.

Everything I need to say about it has been said, on the record or to friends. My reaction to what pecunium calls That Tuesday changed my life. It saved my life. It sent me home, and it got me started writing again. I'll tell you about it sometime if you want, but I won't do it today.

But if you can stand to, go look at this.

And remember the not-quite-three-thousand dead.

And remember as well the dead at Hiroshima, at Stalingrad, at Dresden, in London, in Kiev, in Baghdad.

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He lifts his big foot up. He puts his big foot down. And bows. And twirls. And dances round & round.

mmarques was disappointed by Blood & Iron:

I think the problem was that I didn't care much about the main character (Elaine Andraste) until far into the book. For much of the book, I didn't see her as having a goal or a specific problem to overcome.

volterra liked it more.

I turned the last page and said "Damn!" aloud on the airplane because the book was over and I wanted more. It's not a perfect book, but it's an absorbing one.

And I totally scored with dichroic: (papersky, she likes Farthing a heck of a lot, too.)

I don’t fall in love with new books as often as I used to; I don’t know whether I’m less easily impressed or if it’s that I’ve already read a lot of the older ones I’m likely to love by now. It’s very rare for me to fall in love with two books in a row, but that’s what’s happened this weekend.

la!
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link salad, blue plate special

Finished chapter 4 of By the Mountain Bound. To celebrate, I offer you

truepenny on Monstrous Adversary

Nelson effaces himself almost completely, although his loathing for his subject can't be entirely suppressed.

tamnonlinear on breathing.

Cup your hands. Look at the space you have enclosed. This is one breath of air.

The average adult takes in breath roughly twenty times a minute under normal conditions. Under normal conditions, you are holding the three seconds worth of your life in your hands.
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It doesn't matter if we turn to dust.

In other news, I'm a neurotic, arrogant, unlikable, immoral narcissist. This is what I get for checking "agree" when it asked me if I had a high opinion of myself.

Well, I do. If, you know, the opposite is thinking I suck, I think I'm pretty okay.

Ah well. There go those delusions of self-respect.

La.

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I guess I should go back and work on that novel some more, shouldn't I? Or maybe check and see if the mail is here.
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and the moon swept down black water like an empty spotlight.

So, one of the fun things I get to do for By the Mountain Bound is play the paraphrasing game. Because I am desirous of using some chunks of, in particular, the Poetic Eddas as chapter headers.

But as I don't speak any species of Scandanavian language (I have some German and I used to be somewhat fluent in Anglo-Saxon, believe it or not, but I haven't used it in fifteen years and one does forget) and I certainly don't care for any of the existing translations enough to pay licensing fees for them, or waste days researching, I'm playing the paraphrase game! (I did the same thing with the T'ang dynasty poetry in Scardown and Worldwired. Got as many translations as I could lay hands on, and kicked the damned poems around until I had a phrasing I liked.

To give you an idea of how it works, here's the first verse of the Hávámál, which is otherwise known as Odin's advice to young men in want of a life of adventure... but not too much adventure.


Olive Bray's version:

1.
At every door-way,
ere one enters,
one should spy round,
one should pry round
for uncertain is the witting
that there be no foeman sitting,
within, before one on the floor

 (truepenny points out that cribbing the rhyme and meter scheme from The Raven may have been an unfortunate choice.)


Benjamin Thorpe's version:

1. All door-ways,
before going forward,
should be looked to;
for difficult it is to know
where foes may sit
within a dwelling.


W H Auden & P B Taylor's version:

The man who stands at a strange threshold,
Should be cautious before he cross it,
Glance this way and that:
Who knows beforehand what foes may sit awaiting him in the hall?


Me:

Threshold-crossing   be full foe-heedful
Unsounded doorways   lead to dark doings
Lurkers loiter   and lancing strike


Yeah, I'm quite sure my poetic structures are all wrong. I'm going for look-and-feel (atmosphere) more than accuracy (I'm a fictioneer, Jim, not an academic) and frankly I don't have the skills to do it right. ellen_fremedon and stillsostrange can come kick my ass about it later. They can join the Bad French lynch mob.

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Experiments in alternative publishing models

So. Just floating an idea here, as I try to get my feet under me on this full-time writer thing. How many of you out there in radioland would be interested in a subscription service, say, monthly fiction-by-email?

You might get any or all of the following: vignettes, erotica, previously published short stories that had a very limited market, flash fiction, self-fanfic, cut scenes from published books, sample chapters from unfinished books, failed experimental fiction, grotty rejects, outright porn, self-parody, parody of others, and so forth.

If you were interested in something of that nature, what would you be willing to pay for it? And what sort of stuff would you most want to recieve?