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Swans VS Aliens -- aaaaaand GO!

Noted elsewhere on Social Media, but worth repeating...

I HAVE FINISHED THE BONE SWANS OF AMANDALE!!!
Part I of "SILVER AND BONE: A PIED PIPER NOVEL" is DONE!!!

‎7514 words today.
8 hours of writing.
25784 words total.

Carnage and beauty and swans and rats and harps and juniper trees!!!

This whole thing is due to Theodora Goss's face as seen by lazy morning light and thinking, "Oh, I guess I'll be calling her Swan Princess from now on," and also Ellen and Delia's beautiful collection of Mercer Mayor illustrated fairy tales, most notably "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," with those ADORABLY EVIL RATS!!! And also possibly to Terri Windling's just sort of BEING there. And the first meeting of The Injustice League. 

I'd meant to spend the month writing something else ENTIRELY. But I got hijacked by a rat named Maurice. 

NOW I WANT TO DO SOMETHING WILDLY CELEBRATORY!!!

...But, as I'm still in last night's pajamas, yesterday's socks, with uncombed hair, a gray watch cap and some kind of black woolen poncho thingy drooping haphazardly from my person, I am hardly fit to be seen by anyone. Oh, well. 

I was going to go to an art crawl tonight with Sita  (that's totally her kind of thing, and it's only my kind of thing if it's somebody else's kind of thing, if you get what I'm saying? No? I'm a big weirdo? Well, you're telling ME!), but she's been down in Migraine Land these last two days. Had to go to work under the Fell Influence of Pain, and came home to curl up in misery until the inevitable pressure release came via I-won't-go-into-the-sordid-details.

Now she's tucked in, with tiger balm on her neck and feet, and a coodle bottle, and some Wal-dryl, and a heating pad, and is hopefully headed for Nod.

I heard it was a gorgeous day today. I saw it all from my office window. 

Maybe I'll make some supper now (when did I last eat, I wonder? 11 AM? Ha!) and watch "Attack the Block" to amuse myself. It is not, perhaps, dancing with wanton abandonment around the Victorian Strolling Park's magnificent magnolia trees, but by the time I got dressed and left the house, it'll be all dark and scary and cold out there, which is great for poetry, but not great for WILD CELEBRATION. 

Aliens invading London it is then. And whatever foodstuffs I can scrounge.

Coming soon to a LiveJournal entry near you... THE CAST OF KING LEAR (yours truly in the title role), live for one show only in teenybuffalo's sunroom, April 1st, 2012. 

"AW, SHUCKS!" you say? "HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THAT ONCE IN A LIFETIME PERFORMANCE?" 

Well, sorry, man. That's theatre for you!

I didn't even know I was gonna be Lear till the day before. I was all pinning my hopes on KENT! Oh, Kent. How Paul Gross did do you honor, in his character of Geoffrey Tennant. Nor Kent nor Lear will ever be the same to me again.

You know what though? skogkatt did up that Kently thang with her usual APLOMB and FLEXIBLE TONGUE, and it was all very WONDERFUL. And I got to go mad on a heath with wildflowers. So THAT was okay. THAT I know how to do!

There was something... something (you'll probably mock me for this) deeply, almost disturbingly, moving in reading the part of Lear. Perhaps it's a thing a thirty year old woman could only do on April Fools Day, and only if her face is painted up like a field of wildflowers on fire. 

Mmmn. More on that later. Not quite ready to articulate that thing, whatever that thing was, that I felt on Sunday. Mmnn. 

ALIENS! IN LONDON! 

I go. 

But before I do that, I just have to say...

I FINISHED A STORY TODAY!!! LA LA LA LA LA LA! Unintentional novel is ONE-THIRD DONE! La la la la LAAAAAA LA! 

ZOOMBA! 

ETA: "Attack the Block" is now my favorite action movie, usurping "Hot Fuzz" in my affections, mainly because of the social commentary that stepped this whole thing up and onto the next level. Also the slang! It was so Burgess, bruv. Except, so anti-Burgess at the SAME TIME. 

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

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Thank you KINDLY!

And with ALL THOSE EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!

I liked your post on Twilight. You're on to something there. I read the first book twice. The second time was about a year after the first, and just to make sure I really thought what I'd thought about it the first time. I had. I could never bring myself to read the others; the thought of it made me sick. Bad candy.

But...

I still can't get behind all the Twilight bashers either. There was something in the book I find compelling against my judgement and my will. Because it tapped something of giddiness and longing... That longing to be loved, against all odds, by some god. For no better reason than that we smell good.

Anyway, I never blamed Meyer for writing out her fevers. Don't we all? But now that I've read the Hunger Games, what I can do is encourage girls to read both books, and talk about the differences in heroines. What loves means to them, and community, and sacrifice. I'm glad they came out semi-concurrently and both have a similar level of zeitgeist lightning. It will prove useful, I think.
Send it to me! I will read it! I need distractythings to keep my brain from gnawing its own leg off to get free of this book. I'm in a VERY BAD WAY.
All right. Against my better judgement, it's in your mailbox. But no making fun of me for rushed writing and grammatical errors in the last 25 pages or so. It's all brand new. If you don't get to it, I'll send you a neater one in the next week or so.

Hey, were you still thinking of reading Shadowstalkers, or has the urge dried up?
Absolutely still planning to! I haven't had much free time this week as JV has off of school, but it's on my desktop waiting to be printed! Which ought I to read first?
I will advise you to follow your compulsions as to your choice of reading material. While at least half of Shadowstalkers is brand new, you HAVE already read it in its previous form. Not much to surprise you there, I think.

However.

Maurice is gonna crack you the &^&%&^&% up. So if you wanna laugh...?
Your novel is staring at me.

"I have to finish editing this BLACK GATE novel first!" I wail at it. "It's my JOB! I started reading this thing MONTHS ago!"

"That Novel," your novel informs me, "is not Me."

That's all it has to say really. I brood.

IT'S MOCKING ME.
Awww. I've changed a TON of minor stuff since I printed that out, heh. I CANNOT KEEP MY HANDS OFF IT. I hope you like it when you're able to read it!
I know I will.
Hurrah! Bone swans! I canNOT wait to see 'em!

Also, poor, poor Sita. I have the "sordid pressure release" from migraines myself, sometimes.
Yeah. Boosh. BOOSH I SAY! Migraines! Bah!
HUZZAH!
Merci!
Yay, congrats!
Thank you!
CONGRATULATIONS YOU MARVEL.

When I think of you and what you are accomplishing I melt a little inside and breathe a happy sigh.

Give to your Mama a coodle from me. I have supplied her with intangibles, but if you would just do a gathering-up-and-smooshing on my behalf I would be very grateful.
I will definitely smooshle mi madre pour vous.

It's funny -- by the bright light of day, I realize I've written a lot in the four months I've been here... But I haven't submitted a lot. And most of the stuff I wrote and/or published last year is vaguely embarrassing (some not so vaguely), and I haven't been submitting (other than the novel to an agent, and who knows the timeline for THAT?) what I HAVE been writing, and, I don't know. Productive but not... remunerative? Sigh. But maybe that part comes later.

Are you still in Scotland? Are you happy? You seem to have been showing your shining presence online more often these days.




(Attack the Block OUSTED Hot Fuzz??? It must be great. I shall have to see for myself.)
Watch it with the subtitles on, at least the first time. Totally worth it. Makes it more enjoyable.
I'm so glad you ended up liking Attack the Block. It's so much frikkin fun. It's not often that I start off completely disliking a main character and then have my opinion changed of them by the end of a movie.
Yes! The huge hurt and rage and vulnerability and heroism. The FLAWS! The flaws that end up tangling so amazingly with the VIRTUES! Until they are an ouroboros of humanity! HURRAY!!!
Also,

YAY! Maurice for me. All for me.
I am of course dying to know what you think of the ending, DREAD!!!
Did you send it to me? I didn't see it in my in box. Me. I want.
I sent it YESTERDAY! NIGHT! Check your junk mail?
I MISSED THIS.

I AM SO EXCITED YOU HAVE WRITTEN THIS THING. I AM SO EXCITED I CANNOT USE EXCLAMATION MARKS. I HAVE MOVED TO THE REALM BEYOND THEM.

(CAPITAL LETTERS ARE GO, THO)
Capital letters are sort of like built-in exclamation points!

I am very happy I wrote it too! I look forward to writing the next two installments, but I have some revising I need to do for "Martyr's Gem" first, and then I need to write my last Jack Yap story, "Umrys the Lost."

But Maurice. Ah, my Maurice. He is, truly, fabulously, vile. And really funny.
This is acceptable, because I madly want to read Martyr's Gem, and I love Jack.

Ain't you glad? ;P