December 23rd, 2006

spies avengers steed and peel needed

finally, we got some winter weather around here. For an hour.

Apparently that passive-aggressive meme is going around again, the one where you make anonymous comments to your friends-list without specifying who they are aimed at.

Last time it came through, I did it for my characters. *g*

This time, in the spirit of axial tilt, I'm doing it for you. So try these on and see if they fit, why don't you?


Ten things I think you should know about yourself:


1) You think you don't do enough, but for those of us on the sidelines, the wonder is how much you accomplish. We are somewhat convinced that you get a few extra hours in the day that the rest of us don't have access too, because otherwise we can't figure out how you manage to care for your family, create art, and get about with the business of living at the same time as holding down a job that most people would consider a full-time occupation all by itself.


2) I am so pleased that you have an opportunity to follow your dream. I am so pleased that you have had the courage to chase it.


3) Thank you for taking better physical and emotional care of yourself this year than you have before. It is possible to get better, and you are doing the work.


4) I admire your ability to take the whacks on the nose and the setbacks that life hands you, and circumnavigate them. Sometimes it's like being a salmon swimming upstream, isn't it? Two leaps forward, only to get swept back over the rocks. (You ask the world, and the world says no.) But you persist in finding ways around the obstacles. You're an inspiration.


5) You have a fabulous family, and you appreciate it (and them). You give me hope that not all families are crazy and destructive, or merely formed of people clinging together because they're scared to be alone.


6) You remind me of the Ladies of the Canyon, complete with randomly dispensed art and the air of plenty. When I picture an Angel of the House, it is you.

The Victorians would be absolutely mortified, and I enjoy that.

(I should note that the person in this entry is not necessarily female. *g*)


7) Observing you has made me believe that love was something more than a literary construct or chemical reaction. Thank you.


8) You are generous. And part of your charm is that you don't realize it; you just think everybody acts that way.


9.) When I think of you, I think of the music that surrounds you.


10.) If my life ever needed saving, I would be reassured to find myself in your hands.



Right. Only "Lumiere" left to get through. Of course, that's the one that hasn't been revised from its first draft yet. 

And then I have to break up "Lucifugous" for web serialization.

And I'm awfully sleepy, dammit.
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Some of you will remember the godzilla penis.

Last summer, I bought a monstera fruit. (I have a long history of buying weird fruit out of curiousity: ever since my mother first gave me a taste of pomegranate at age four or so, I've been convinced that the weird fruits are all much tastier than the standard everyday fruits.

Alas, eventually they catch on, and also start to suck. (Much like bands. Remember when kiwi first hit the US, and they were beautiful buttery tart-sweet little things you cut in half and ate with a grapefruit spoon? Now they're sour cardboard. Alas for hybridization and commercial farming.) Anyway, if it's peculiar, I'll try it.)

My experiences with the monstera, or, as I chose to call it, the godzilla penis, are enumerated here and here and here. (jaylake cheese blogs. I fruit blog.)

Well, this week I bought a horned melon. because I like fruit that can do you an injury. (Durian, for example. Although, having eaten durian, I am unlikely to do so again--because while the flavor is indeed quite nice if you hold your nose while it's going down, burping old socks for several hours is not worth a banana milkshake.)

Anyway, when you cut open a horned melon, it starts oozing tadpoles. Okay, green slimy seeds like the white seeds in watermelon wrapped up in gelatin. They're actually kind of neat, and they pop out when you press the pith with a spoon. That's at least fifteen minutes of entertainment right there. POP! POP! POP!

After scraping them off the cutting board, I tasted a few (cucumber with lime) and popped the rest into a small bowl. A certain amount of consideration on how to deal with consuming them left me with the brilliant idea of mixing them with lime seltzer.

This works extraordinarily well. The individual seeds each free-float in a oblong gelatin envelope, and the whole thing has a very faint but inoffensive flavor. The overall sensation is not unlike drinking bubble tea or Thai basil seed drink.

Or tadpoles.

Tadpoles with lime.

...oddly enough, I find this kind of engaging. It makes me feel like a Hutt.

And it is rich in vitamin C.
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strong feelings never bother you; you hold your head up while the rest of us try to

If Abby Irene's theme album us Marianne Faithfull's Vagabond Ways, Sebastien's is Tanita Tikaram's Ancient Heart.

Man, I'm mean to my characters.

Well, I'm on page 357. I've gotten through katallen's and leahbobet's notes on the Broken Draft of "Lumiere," and now I am trying to construct an unbroken draft. I know it needs the denouement, and I think I know how to do that.

But first, lunch.

I will finish this today.

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stay with me, don't go, you'll see my characters appear. the storyteller's magic doesn't lie

Page 413. So bored. *g*

I'm trying to figure out how to tie up the external arc in a way that doesn't seem arbitrary, doesn't mess up the emotional climax, and is satisfying. I'm happy with the thematic arc, at least, and I do not want to goof that up.

Mosaic novels are very epicyclical.

Fifty-six pages to go, plus whatever I add at the end.

Mommy.

I worry if this is any good. I'm no longer certain if editors buy my stories because they don't suck, or because I have some name recognition these days. :-P

ETA: apparently, vampires exhibit the flehmen response.

Great expectations I have to find
I want to tell you what it was like
My recollection is not too clear
So much hope and so much fear.

Long conversations into the night
Not like that, oh no, not so black and white
The great temptation's to try and please you
Play with you thought and mind and tease you
If I could tell my story in a song
I'd have to make it fast, yes it's very long
Many shades of grey between the right and wrong.


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writing gorey earbrass unspeakable horro

--30--

stillsostrange read the revised bits and had declared them good.

The book has been emailed to the editor.

Now I get to curl up, eat miso, and watch I Spy until my eyes fall out.

Book sixteen. La.
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