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Seeg, Cal Edition
Jul. 22nd, 2010 04:39 pmSteve's been ill, and now it's Cal's turn: The latest Surrey Place bug, which comes with painful syrup poo, general lassitude and increasing rash--zinc tonight, for sure. He's walking around bow-legged, like a diapered mini-cowboy. So that keeps him at home for today and tomorrow, plus the weekend; good in a way, I guess. Bad in another way. I think you can probably figure out which way is which.
Still...I am making some headway on Chapter Nine, finally. And I've decided to reward myself for this week being generally crappy by making an impending new character from "New-York City", not just to maybe practice for The Heart's Filthy Lesson but also as a bit of a Billy the Kid shout-out, for all he's a definite Bowery B'hoy rather than a Dod Rabeigdh. I think I'm going to call him Henry Fennig, which probably traces back to something German like Pfennig. Don't get too attached, though.;)
(Ah, to be able to make Gangs jokes again! It's been entirely too long.)
Also done: Read the first two parts of Pauline Gedge's trilogy about Huy son of Hapu, advisor and foster-father to Amenhotep IV, The King's Man: The Twice-Born and The King's Man: Seer of Egypt. This led with scary appropriateness straight into Jo Graham's Stealing Fire, in which our main character (Lydias of Miletus) is a Companion cavalryman working for Ptolemey during the initial founding of the Alexandrine Greek dynasty which will culminate in Cleopatra. He gets to hijack Alexander's burial hearse, briefly act as vessel for Alexander's spirit, hot it up with Bagoas and marry Ptolemey's daughter by Thais the Athenian hetaira, as well as eventually kissing-and-telling about a one-nighter with Hephaistion. This dude does it all! As opposed to Huy, who pretty much has to will the Gods his dick in exchange for becoming a seer, and spends the entire narrative really depressed and annoyed about it. As one would, really.
Just...great work, man. Wonderful writing. And she supposedly does 2,000 to 5,000 words a day. I guess I should hate her, but I'm just glad there are two other books to look forward to.;))
Next on the docket: More wordage, hopefully, if I can at least keep upright. Plus Jasper Kent's Twelve, which promises to be about vampire mercenaries vs. Napoleon's Grand Armee on the Russian Front. Who was it who was talking about Horror During War-time?
Still...I am making some headway on Chapter Nine, finally. And I've decided to reward myself for this week being generally crappy by making an impending new character from "New-York City", not just to maybe practice for The Heart's Filthy Lesson but also as a bit of a Billy the Kid shout-out, for all he's a definite Bowery B'hoy rather than a Dod Rabeigdh. I think I'm going to call him Henry Fennig, which probably traces back to something German like Pfennig. Don't get too attached, though.;)
(Ah, to be able to make Gangs jokes again! It's been entirely too long.)
Also done: Read the first two parts of Pauline Gedge's trilogy about Huy son of Hapu, advisor and foster-father to Amenhotep IV, The King's Man: The Twice-Born and The King's Man: Seer of Egypt. This led with scary appropriateness straight into Jo Graham's Stealing Fire, in which our main character (Lydias of Miletus) is a Companion cavalryman working for Ptolemey during the initial founding of the Alexandrine Greek dynasty which will culminate in Cleopatra. He gets to hijack Alexander's burial hearse, briefly act as vessel for Alexander's spirit, hot it up with Bagoas and marry Ptolemey's daughter by Thais the Athenian hetaira, as well as eventually kissing-and-telling about a one-nighter with Hephaistion. This dude does it all! As opposed to Huy, who pretty much has to will the Gods his dick in exchange for becoming a seer, and spends the entire narrative really depressed and annoyed about it. As one would, really.
Just...great work, man. Wonderful writing. And she supposedly does 2,000 to 5,000 words a day. I guess I should hate her, but I'm just glad there are two other books to look forward to.;))
Next on the docket: More wordage, hopefully, if I can at least keep upright. Plus Jasper Kent's Twelve, which promises to be about vampire mercenaries vs. Napoleon's Grand Armee on the Russian Front. Who was it who was talking about Horror During War-time?
