March 12th, 2011

cat and mouse

Cat V. Monkey: Weekend Edition

Complaint Department: Are you up? Because the food in my bowl has been there since last night. It might be poison.
Monkey: I'm allegedly working.
Complaint Department: You should get up and give me new food.
Monkey: You could come back to bed and snuggle.
Complaint Department: What if I sit on the book case beside the bed (my bed, which I generously allow you to use) and practice walking across your shoulders? 
Monkey: If you put your claws in my soft milky-white flesh, I will scream. And that will be stressful for both of us.
Complaint Department: You should get up. If you get up (and give me new food) you can do yoga and start the bread. Mmmm, bread.
Monkey: Mmmm, brea-- Hey. I saw what you did there.
Complaint Department: What if I put my paws on your arm adorably?
Monkey: If you put your claws in my soft milky-white flesh...
Complaint Department: Yeah, yeah. Scream, stressful. It's after 8. Get up.You're not working, you're reading news from Japan.
Monkey: They have cats in Japan.
Complaint Department: Was that a threat? Because it was a lame one.
Monkey: Like the bit with your paws on my arm?
Complaint Department: That one wasn't empty. *stares*
Monkey: *uneasy*
Complaint Department: *stares*
Monkey: "All right, all right, I'm up. I should do yoga anyway."
Complaint Department: *purrs*

froud magician

people got more baggage than jfk, and i'm talking about the airport, man

Tea today: Stash yumberry blackcurrant. What is with this yumberry thing, anyway? I guess they're trendy. Well, more berry flavored things are never bad.


Teacup today: Songbird neighborhood watch


daily commute march 12 2011

I'm still staring at the opening to The Shaded King. At least I know what my characters are.

Maybe the first line is in my guitar practice.

Maybe it's in some food.

daily commute march 12 2011 001

Second tea of the day: Stash Holiday Chai. Isn't it pretty? It smells like gingerbread.

writing semicolon

you and the missing link.

A nice thing about guitar is that, since I'm doing it for fun, when it gets hard/I hit a frustrating plateau, I can walk away and ignore it for three or six months, and when I come back, sometimes my subconscious will have worked through the issue and it'll be fun again and I'll be better at it.

Since I started making my living writing, I don't get to do that anymore when I hit a plateau. It's like hitting a slump in the major leagues: all you can do is soldier on and keep swinging until the breakthrough occurs.

Which probably leads to the problem fixing itself faster, but boy, sometimes it's a wrestling match I'm not sure I can win.

Ah well. This seems to be one of the good bits. Those are nice too.
twain & tesla

o, the dragons are going to fly tonight

342 words on The Shaded King. Got my first line. Apparently what I needed was industrial quantities of Emmylou Harris and Mark Knopfler to knock the stuffing out of my head.

Also, I needed to realize that Young Bijou bears a striking resemblance to Young Nnedi Okorafor. Having that in my head, I could suddenly write her.

Alas, of course, I just realized that I was confused, and the novella I need to be writing currently is not this one, but ad eternum. Well, I need to write this one too, but not yet.

Speaking of that first line, here it is:

Shaded King Screencap march 12 2011 001

Quandary: a Western Europe analogue doesn't exist in the Bone and Jewel Creatures / Eternal Sky universe. The peninsula's just not there. Having established that, and having established that by not-1920 there is Parisian-style women's couture, I have to figure out where the center of the fashion industry is.

I'm thinking maybe not-Prague. It's either that or not-Kiev. Oh, I've been needing to name not-Prague for a while, anyway.

Not-Prague it is.

For anyone amused by the nonlinearity of my process, here's another screen cap of the first page of The Shaded King, after some progress.

Shaded King Screencap march 12 2011 002

Notice how I really do not write in order? I know you're supposed to, but the one time I tried to do it, I was a year late delivering the book. Ugly.

While we're on the non-linearity of my process, here's today's paragraph in progress, for those that tune in for such things:

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer,

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, tall

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, hollow-cheeked and hook-nosed, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height; and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. The taller was Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height; and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. The taller was Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height, smoking a thin brown cigarette  and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height, smoking a thin brown cigarette  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height,  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. 
    handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height,  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Every time his long bony hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long bony hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his skeletal hand
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of equally exquisite

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of equally exquisite

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of exquisite cut.

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, the Bey's second son, who was clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of exquisite cut.


What that does not include is the side discussion with my writing buds about how, exactly, Bijou would describe Kaulas's sallow pallor, despite the fact that she thinks he's rather cute. Well, mutton is tasty...

And then I have to work in the impatient photographer and the animated bone and jewel centipede armature.

...and now I have to figure out how to describe the prince beyond his well-cut bathrobe. Suspect that means it's time to start dinner.