it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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great artists steal. no, really!

So, I was reading up on Fionn mac Cumhail when this song by Neil Finn came on. Coincidence?

Or the amazing creepy psychic ability of WinAmp?

Those salmon have a cameo in Blood and Iron. Because I am a mythology slut.

Also, why am I possessed of the urge to write a sprawling dynastic second-world fantasy with a sort of Amber:Ghormengast::Upstairs:Downstairs sensibility?

Well, because it would let me dust off all the secondary characters and worldbuilding still sitting around my brain doing nothing from the "The Sins of the Fathers" and the "To Reign in Hell," campaigns, that's why. (I'm not particularly clever about naming roleplaying campaigns. But I am good at characters. And I recycle them constantly. Hey, they're just standing around in my head taking up space. Besides, all that fantasy worldbuilding is hard work.)

Next question: how the hell do I do that without also ripping off skzbrust egregiously? Because outright stealing is fine, but copycatting is tacky.

Memo: no assassins. Also, no cooking. And miniature dragons are right out.

That whole Order/Chaos yin/yang dichotomy could lift nicely, though. And the idea of the Cosmic Egg that I used in TRiH. (I don't feel too bad about swiping from Roger what he swiped from the Tuatha de Danaan, really. Though I'd give the Nuadha thing a rest.)

Well, it would let me do something with Barnhard and Dana and Jacob Dust and the Three Daughters of a Wicked Queen...

Oh, this is all Suzanne Vega's fault. And if I'm robbing Roger's grave, it gives me the excuse to name a character Benedick that I've been looking for for the past fifteen years.

Now I know my words seem strange to you
But if you wait until my song is sung
And the story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and Devil-spent...

Oh, yeah. These guys want a job.

Well, they're just going to have to wait their turn.

It's even got a title, if I dig around in the Shakespeare in my head. Come to Dust. ETA Or, even better, if I can figure out how to write it as SF rather than fantasy (because I need a new SF idea much more than I need another fantasy setting), I could go for one of those nifty, oh so lit'ry one-word titles like Vellum or Light or Air. Like Dust, maybe. I'm sure the critical establishment would be forced to take a book with a title like Dust seriously.

How come the book I'm supposed to be writing isn't this co-operative?

Tags: grave robbery on the high seas, i need a hobby, say yes to autocannibalism
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