- Seth: God of Confusion, Te Velde
God of confusion is right.
Fish ears, fish ears, roly-poly fish ears....
( Cut for length. )
... I'd write more but I hava to put KJ to sleep now. :}
The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag at least fifteen friends, including me, because I'm interested in seeing what authors my friends choose.
( My answers behind the cut. )
*deliberately rummages in her music*
Feanor: I made me a gemstones, and iz awsum.
Ceiling Cats: We can has Silmarils?
Feanor: No can has. All mine.
Melkor: Oh hai. I can has Simarils. Ur hed asplode now. Kthxbai!
Feanor: Iz Morgoth! Killeded my father!
Feanor & Sonz: Cursez u! We can has Silmarils! We killz u!
Beren: I got you a Silmaril ... but Carcharoth ated it.
My [impending] publication credits, they grow increasingly wacky.
( Short, incoherent book review. )
An interesting post on the subject of cultural appropriation, which appears to be rattling around a chunk of my flist. (Reading comments matters.) This is something I'm needing to chew on, because the thing I'm working on at the moment is set in "the real world" for at least some of it, which means that there are real people of real cultures involved, and not all of them are mine. And I know one of my flaws as a writer is that I don't put in enough concrete detail to ground people in where they are, and that I should go in on my editing pass and make the home of the POV character much more real and grounded in its appropriate cultural background, the assumptions, the ways things work there. Because doing otherwise glosses over the real, genuine issues of cultural difference that are in the roots of the story, because it's possible to treat the things as sort of generics, and my default writing tends to, and that does the people involved a great disservice. (Link from pantryslut.)
Mindboggling high-tech gaming table war room. (Link from apollonides.)
Stunning fountain setup with Diet Coke and Mentos. Quicktime. Has sound, which is not entirely needful for the experience, but does enhance. (Originally from micheinnz, though I've seen it elsewhere since.)
Quickie book reviews:
( Sexual Ecstasy and the Divine, Yasmine Galenorn )
( The Price of Motherhood: Why the Most Important Job in the World is Still The Least Valued, Ann Crittenden )
And now back to dealing with Sisyphus's rock.
May add more quotes over time. I'm trying to do a first pass all with books; I may do a second pass with song lyrics.
( It's these little things, they can pull you under; live your life filled with joy and thunder. )
I really oughta find a good userpic for these writing entries, just because I can. I'm tempted by the mountainous heap of books in this corner, overflowing its cases and stacked up on the floor, but I'm not sure I want the world knowing how cluttered my living room is. (*eyes one stack*: From bottom to top: Greek: An Intensive Course; Bird Diseases; Teach Yourself Sanskrit; a Hebrew-English Tanakh; Aspects and Personality.) (And another, somewhat more randomly distributed: The True Game (Tepper); Defender (Cherryh); a Scottish Gaelic dictionary; the Canterbury Tales on top of a book on herbalism whose title I cannot see.) (Last time I did this I came away with the profound impression that I was a flake; this time I seem to come away with the impression that I'm a language-obsessive flake, which is only rendered worse by the stack consisting of the Vampire: The Masquerade players guide, an Intermediate Algebra textbook (taken out to try helping lstone with something), another herbalism book, a book on Chinese horoscopes, and a case of Polish language tapes.) I think all my winemaking books are in the heap in front of the snake tank.
Hello, there's a Dr. Seuss book in there somewhere. *fishes it out* I'm sure there's an explanation of why One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, but for now I'll just put it on top of the language tapes.
I don't think I'm up to starting on chapter next-plus-one, so I'll stop here on the night and probably go to bed soon because I'm having a Sorry Excuse For A Mammal temperature moment.
There are two doors, one leading on towards the goal, the other heading for certain deat^H^H^Hamnation. The guardian of one door tells the truth, and the guardian of the other always lies.
The tricky bit is figuring out which is which. . . .
I'd steal this for my own cosmology, but I don't entirely know where to put it. Hail Eris.