Writing is going weird; conversations about writing, on the other tentacle....

jenett and I are discussing her current work in progress, and particularly the falconry-related metaphors intrinsic in her character Carillon's manner of interaction, as related to the fact that his House in posh boarding school was "Owl":

Jenett: And yeah. So much falconry. (Ok, and I am just now realising that's part of why Carillon preferred to fly an owl, fuck, brain, you're not subtle, are you?)
Me: ... you didn't notice you'd done that before?'
Jenett: No? I was going for 'very large raptor'
Me: I laugh and laugh.
Me: I just. Carillon at all those falconry events with the nobs carrying a Giant Honking Owl just to thumb his nose at them forgetting he's not a Fox.
Me: Like, I thought that was the joke!
Jenett: I mean, it's not wrong! Just.
Me: I am laughing so fucking hard.
Me: I feel this is the unsung story of our editorial relationship.
Jenett: This is why I try to trust my brain to do the right thing, even if I don't have a clue why it's right? And yes, yes it is.

(My current state of writing weird is originally posted to the tweeters but is, as I said there, "Tonight in “every story’s different”, apparently making progress on this short requires that I loop loud One Direction through my headphones like I’m a tumblr rps-writing teenager in 2014.")

Let's use the Boston icon for Boskone

Doing the con virtually means at least less choice paralysis about which panel to go to, and has given me a random desire to someday wind up on a panel with autopope, out of sheer appreciation for his deftness at supporting other panelists in being heard. Excellent humaning.

(This requires me to feel confident enough to try being on a panel at all, which I have done once in like 2001 at Minicon, well before I was actually publishing anything, but hey. It was a panel on newcomers to conventions in which when we did the introductions I sort of peered down the row at people and going last said "and I'm the token newbie".)