The personal take on "The Company Store" is now posted.
That is beautifully written, and it makes me personally happy that "The Geometries of Belonging" let you feel seen.
As for your story, I think its title must not have registered properly with me before, because now I have Merle Travis/Tennessee Ernie Ford/Johnny Cash just permanently looping in my head.
The recording of it I have is the Weavers, for more options.
I'm pretty sure that if people realize how much fucking echolalia there is in that thing it's going to be a pretty epic earworm crash if people get even half the references. But that's what my brain is like! All the time! Not just with songs but I try to do mostly music with Rory...
R. B. Lemberg is a lovely human and and and. And that story had me bawling from the sheer relief of recognition.
The recording of it I have is the Weavers, for more options.
I forgot that one! I must have heard it, because it's part of their 1955 Carnegie Hall album, but I grew up on Tennessee Ernie Ford and always think of him first.
But that's what my brain is like! All the time!
Mine, too. Fortunately I was raised by people who also think in echoes and allusions, so I had the bulwark of encountering it first as a natural idiolect against all the people who told me to stop humming because it was self-centered and disruptive and of course people don't really always have music in their heads. I expect it is visible in my writing, whether literally music or not.
And that story had me bawling from the sheer relief of recognition.
Sometimes I feel like the innards of my brain are effectively this giant meme archive that I only have 10% in common with any given other human. (I had a moment earlier where the only thing I could think of to say something was a quote from Pogo, a comic whose creator died several years before I was born.)
I hope you enjoy reading more of Rory, though. I imagine you'll appreciate how much ...fun... it is to try to write that character's inner voice in copyright-compliant ways. :}
(I had a moment earlier where the only thing I could think of to say something was a quote from Pogo, a comic whose creator died several years before I was born.)
I am afraid I think that is entirely normal, although I do want to know which quote and what reminded you.
(I had someone last spring express surprise that I recognized a mid-century pop culture reference and my only semi-ironic reply was that I make allusions from three-thousand-year-old dead languages, the twentieth century is nowhere near far enough back to be out of my ken. That said, of course I have gaps.)
I hope you enjoy reading more of Rory, though. I imagine you'll appreciate how much ...fun... it is to try to write that character's inner voice in copyright-compliant ways.
Someone was dealing with incompetent acronym unpacking and all I could think of to say was "D as in dirt, I as in dirt, R as in dirt, T as in orange pekoe."
Someone was dealing with incompetent acronym unpacking and all I could think of to say was "D as in dirt, I as in dirt, R as in dirt, T as in orange pekoe."
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That is beautifully written, and it makes me personally happy that "The Geometries of Belonging" let you feel seen.
As for your story, I think its title must not have registered properly with me before, because now I have Merle Travis/Tennessee Ernie Ford/Johnny Cash just permanently looping in my head.
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I'm pretty sure that if people realize how much fucking echolalia there is in that thing it's going to be a pretty epic earworm crash if people get even half the references. But that's what my brain is like! All the time! Not just with songs but I try to do mostly music with Rory...
R. B. Lemberg is a lovely human and and and. And that story had me bawling from the sheer relief of recognition.
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I forgot that one! I must have heard it, because it's part of their 1955 Carnegie Hall album, but I grew up on Tennessee Ernie Ford and always think of him first.
But that's what my brain is like! All the time!
Mine, too. Fortunately I was raised by people who also think in echoes and allusions, so I had the bulwark of encountering it first as a natural idiolect against all the people who told me to stop humming because it was self-centered and disruptive and of course people don't really always have music in their heads. I expect it is visible in my writing, whether literally music or not.
And that story had me bawling from the sheer relief of recognition.
*hugs*
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I hope you enjoy reading more of Rory, though. I imagine you'll appreciate how much ...fun... it is to try to write that character's inner voice in copyright-compliant ways. :}
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I am afraid I think that is entirely normal, although I do want to know which quote and what reminded you.
(I had someone last spring express surprise that I recognized a mid-century pop culture reference and my only semi-ironic reply was that I make allusions from three-thousand-year-old dead languages, the twentieth century is nowhere near far enough back to be out of my ken. That said, of course I have gaps.)
I hope you enjoy reading more of Rory, though. I imagine you'll appreciate how much ...fun... it is to try to write that character's inner voice in copyright-compliant ways.
I'm looking forward!
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*snerk*
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I also need a drink.
Fuck.