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Greetings From Inside the Snow-Globe
Jan. 28th, 2009 02:10 pmA serious bleached bee-storm of a day. Tonight I'm going to BodyCombat, after three days of nothing, and I expect to hurt (more than I already do, even); I'm also a bit worried about getting Cal back from Daycare, what with all this crap falling from the sky. Still, I'm doing at least okay on the wordage front, considering yesterday was an utter write-off (ha!)--managed to finish the first section of A Book of Tongues Chapter Four, and am now transcribing notes for the next one, which juxtaposes angst with action. Still hope to reach the almighty First Blowjob scene sometime before February starts, though--as ever--I don't want to boast.;)
In other news, I've discovered an amazing song: "There Is A Ghost", by Marianne Faithfull, whose phrasing kills me every damn time--
Oh my lover, oh my lover,
Go now, and find another.
Where has my lover-man gone?
Away. Away.
Away, across the land.
Across the land...
Other news? Not much. I finished R. Scott Bakker's The Judging Eye, first in his The Aspect-Emperor trilogy; he's already done an entire other trilogy in this universe, but I could never catch fire with that one, and this one's really pulling me in. Maybe it's because all the Empire-building's already been done, leaving everybody to deal with the fallout in a Children of Dune-type way; maybe it's because the narrative focus is on two damaged women rather than three special-special men, or the various Heaven- and Hell-forces they represent or claim to guard the world against. Or maybe it's because one of them is the mother of a little boy who just happens to be the fantasy analogue of Damien Thorne, who she clings to desperately nevertheless, because he's the only one of her children who actually seems to love her. It's probably not going to end well, but I think I really do need to see just HOW badly things go, by the time Book Three rolls around.
Okay, back to it. I've clocked 600 thus far, and I want to see if I can break 2,000, to make up for a whole day of considerably less important shit. Wish me luck.
In other news, I've discovered an amazing song: "There Is A Ghost", by Marianne Faithfull, whose phrasing kills me every damn time--
Oh my lover, oh my lover,
Go now, and find another.
Where has my lover-man gone?
Away. Away.
Away, across the land.
Across the land...
Other news? Not much. I finished R. Scott Bakker's The Judging Eye, first in his The Aspect-Emperor trilogy; he's already done an entire other trilogy in this universe, but I could never catch fire with that one, and this one's really pulling me in. Maybe it's because all the Empire-building's already been done, leaving everybody to deal with the fallout in a Children of Dune-type way; maybe it's because the narrative focus is on two damaged women rather than three special-special men, or the various Heaven- and Hell-forces they represent or claim to guard the world against. Or maybe it's because one of them is the mother of a little boy who just happens to be the fantasy analogue of Damien Thorne, who she clings to desperately nevertheless, because he's the only one of her children who actually seems to love her. It's probably not going to end well, but I think I really do need to see just HOW badly things go, by the time Book Three rolls around.
Okay, back to it. I've clocked 600 thus far, and I want to see if I can break 2,000, to make up for a whole day of considerably less important shit. Wish me luck.
