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

[kiya]

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.")