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I have finally finished a draft of this weird thing that's basically my reaction to the Attack Helicopter Story crossed with Andy Bell singing the first line of "River Deep, Mountain High."

It has implied horrible unicorns.

I have no idea what I will ever do with it, if it's even remotely saleable, as it is a first person narrator addressing an implied second person and also is just a complex monstrous horror having a soliloquy, but I wrote it at least.

(When I was a little girl, I had a ragdoll. The only doll I ever owned.)

now i fall down.

Anyone have any handy pointers to useful online-accessible stuff about class dynamics within the temperance movement?

Yes, that is VERY SPECIFIC, I know.

I was reminded by someone tagging me on twitter to say that my story in Death of All Things made them cry that oh, hey, Death of All Things released. This being a ZNBLLC anthology - and now SFWA-compliant market! - that I have something in.

So, you know, it is out! This is exciting!

I didn't journal about it because brains, what are they? But the official wordcount is now at 50037 on the manuscript, which is named "Cracked Pots" and which I am expecting will come in around 110Kwords when actually finished.

(I also wrote several poems, my monthly article for Patheos, miscellaneous bloggery, and so on.)

Cracked Pots is named off an E. B. White quote: "Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one." It is a steampunk fantasy which turned out to be rather more politically relevant than I intended when I started it, and also at about 30K in I figured out what was going on.

I need to get my calendars for next year up on the shop, but I will work on the other 60 or so estimated kilowords as well.

That fascinating moment where, upon being reminded of a character by a particular few songs, one goes and pokes at the artist and realises the full scope of the fact that one is being reminded of one's black-haired, blue-eyed Jewish technically-bi-in-that-Kinsey-5ish-way finally-confident-enough-to-embrace-his-femme Queen fan character by, well, Adam Lambert.


Humming now:
So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather
And I'm doing me up with a black colored liner
And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter
All we need in this world is some love...

... character is a baritone, though.

(There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away
I wouldn't even try but I think
You could save my life...)

I've been following bits of the Wiscon/Elizabeth Moon debacle, as one does, though Wiscon is a con I have actively never considered going to, and the last couple of days I've been pondering picking up The Otter and Saint Jude again. I think I need to do some hefty revisions to get it back on track, but ...

... I started writing this thing years ago. And one of the things that's important about it in this context is that the Otter is a Sufi, more or less. (A chance-encounter-converted-this-species-to-Islam sort of Sufi.) And it's a major part of her character, but it's not, in the grand scheme of things, important to the story; she's just a Muslim character in spaaaaaaaaace. (I'm not writing it to write a Muslim character, y'know, it's just that the character I'm writing is.)

But I'm left with the sense that somehow this book needs to be written so that it might be out in the world. Because I'm more than a little agitated by james_nicoll being able to rattle off more than one "Scary scary Islam!" SF title when asked. So I'm not writing it to make a political point, but I might finish it to make a political point. Or something.

( A bit of the draft, in which Otter quotes the Qur'an. )

There's one of those intermittent fanfic explosions happening on the internet. Fandom Wank has it, of course, but the summary goes something like, "porny time-travelling romance writer throws fit over people writing porny fanfic about her character based on a Dr. Who character (and her own husband? I'm not entirely clear on all the details here), likens it to seeing people sexually harass family members; writer partially recants after learning that people write fanfic because they like the stories."

I uh wow.

( I actually have thought a bit about fanfic. )

Noted for own information.

( Story bits )

West Side Story is even more depressing to watch when one knows how it turns out.


Puppy would also have done a fine job with Ice, if it weren't for the layers of plot.