October 11th, 2006

bear by san

and the day he died was a birthday and I noticed it was mine

Well, I know how "Orm the Beautiful" ends, thanks to the willingness of my crit group to have their ears bent and help me brainstorm. And a little judicious theft from Dylan Thomas.

Now I just have to get through the middle.

They never come out quite the way you picture them. This is funnier than I expected, in a sad drifting sort of way.

Also, can somebody please tell me what my brain is growing? Because this is the playlist that currently pleases the muse:

Crosby, Stills & Nash, Cathedral
Iggy Pop, The Passenger 
David Bowie, Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (Reprise)
Das Ich, Re-Animat
Joni Mitchell, For The Roses
Neko Case, Dirty Knife
David Bowie, Seven
Tracy Chapman, In the Dark
Cat Power, Metal Heart
Leonard Cohen, Who By Fire
Peter Mulvey, Falling
Jethro Tull, Dun Ringill
Led Zeppelin, What Is And What Should Never Be
After The Fire, Der Kommissar
U2, God Part II
Jose Gonzalez, Heartbeats
Robert Plant, Little By Little
Entrain, Dancin' In The Light (Tarbosh)
U2, City of Blinding Lights
Seven Nations, Faithful Departed
Tom Waits, Make It Rain
Vienna Teng, The Tower
Shriekback, Signs
Blue Oyster Cult, Dancin' in the Ruins
Outgrabe, We Like Angels Never Weep
The Incredible String Band, Dear Old Battlefield
Yes, City of Love
Maddy Prior, Boy on a Horse


While I'm sure there's a story in that....

...I think the best I can do with it is undead, kinky, heartbroken, post-apocalyptic, jaded pop-star, lycanthrope hustlers suffering a crisis of faith.


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Yeah, you think it's funny, but I have to live in this brain.

bear by san

Thank God, it's not that simple in my secret life.

Progress notes for 11 October 2006:

"Orm the Beautiful"

New Words:  3158
Total Words: 2811
Pages: 14
Deadline: --
Reason for stopping: Draft! Yay!

Stimulants:  Pumpkin ale
Exercise: gym with ashacat. We sissied a bit on the weights, but I did double cardio, so I don't suck too much.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd is vulturing on my desk as I speak. I think she wants wet food. Or something.
Mail: I got paid! Yay!

Also, Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press let me know last night that he'll be serializing "Limerent" online, as a teaser for the rest of New Amsterdam free gift to you! Woot!

I'm no sure of dates yet, but I'll be bugging you about it later, I promise.

Today's words Word don't know: beryls, labradorite, beloveds, dragonish, sett, unavenged, knapped, sodalite,

Mean Things: imminent extinction
Tyop du Jour: The dad did not need sleep.
Darling du jour: 

Dragons are not specifically disallowed in the airspace over Washington, D.C., but it must be said that Orm the Beautiful's presence there was heartily discouraged.

(or)

There was a man in the cage inside the mechanical dragon. He made terrible unharmonious noises as he burned. Orm the Beautiful seized him and ate him quickly, out of pity, head jerking like a stork snatching down a frog.

Jury-rigging: This all went remarkably smoothly, actually. That may mean it's broken.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Orm the Beautiful prefers backhoes to humans.
The Internet is full of Things: The Smithsonian's entomology collection. Or a portion thereof.
The glamour!:

I suffered a critical chandlery failure while making candles this afternoon. I think I need to buy new putty. Or, ah, tie bigger knots. *g*

At least wax is easy to clean off counters while it's warm.



I am watching Criminal Minds. I admit it. Part of the schtick is that each episode is framed by quotations. I rather liked tonight's:

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. 
~Oscar Wilde