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Nov. 17th, 2008 10:44 am* All my icons are depressing me. They're all either vaguely wistful or flat out depressing (well, not all of them, but most of them), and it's not doing much for my urge to write utterly kickass Narnia. Of course, I did just change them up and got rid of my kickass Pevensie icons, so it looks like another change will soon be in order.
* Speaking of kickass Pevensie-ness (and weren't we?), I was talking with one of my friends, who happens to be living in my hall, doing NaNo, and is in fandom (this is the friend with whom I was talking about Ben Barnes kissing boys and slash very loudly in the Disney Store with, and boy, isn't that confused phrasing), and we were talking about the different ways we approach story-telling. She pointed out that I always seem to have to have action to center the story around, which is more or less true (OH REALLY? say all y'all. WE HADN'T NOTICED), which probably stems back to the stories I grew up on. Greek myths and Arthurian legends, yes, which did hell for my psyche, but the story-telling bit -- now that came out of Burroughs, and a hell of a lot of it. And Burroughs is, of course, pretty much the core of early twentieth century action/adventure. There was also some nineteenth century action/adventure, and yes, I read The Hobbit and Narnia and all that -- I know I didn't read LotR until third grade, I remember because I started reading it on a train in Europe -- and of course I was reading Tamora Pierce and Robin McKinley and Diana Wynne Jones and Mercedes Lackey and Marion Zimmer Bradley and all that, but it all started with Burroughs and Tarzan. Which is why I can have some lovely characters, but it's always going to come back to the hack and bash in the end.
* Today is totally for Dust. Except. I think I may have cut a bit of exposition that would have been foreshadowing for something in this chapter. *checks* Yep, damn. Oh, well, hopefully it won't seem too deus ex machina.
* Hmm. Speaking of Dust, bits of quotation that were cut when I switched POVs:
* Speaking of kickass Pevensie-ness (and weren't we?), I was talking with one of my friends, who happens to be living in my hall, doing NaNo, and is in fandom (this is the friend with whom I was talking about Ben Barnes kissing boys and slash very loudly in the Disney Store with, and boy, isn't that confused phrasing), and we were talking about the different ways we approach story-telling. She pointed out that I always seem to have to have action to center the story around, which is more or less true (OH REALLY? say all y'all. WE HADN'T NOTICED), which probably stems back to the stories I grew up on. Greek myths and Arthurian legends, yes, which did hell for my psyche, but the story-telling bit -- now that came out of Burroughs, and a hell of a lot of it. And Burroughs is, of course, pretty much the core of early twentieth century action/adventure. There was also some nineteenth century action/adventure, and yes, I read The Hobbit and Narnia and all that -- I know I didn't read LotR until third grade, I remember because I started reading it on a train in Europe -- and of course I was reading Tamora Pierce and Robin McKinley and Diana Wynne Jones and Mercedes Lackey and Marion Zimmer Bradley and all that, but it all started with Burroughs and Tarzan. Which is why I can have some lovely characters, but it's always going to come back to the hack and bash in the end.
* Today is totally for Dust. Except. I think I may have cut a bit of exposition that would have been foreshadowing for something in this chapter. *checks* Yep, damn. Oh, well, hopefully it won't seem too deus ex machina.
* Hmm. Speaking of Dust, bits of quotation that were cut when I switched POVs:
(From a Telmarine play that predated Caspian by about a century, relates to an incident in the Golden Age that may or may not have actually happened.)
Listen, o wolf! That is the horn of my sister Queen Susan, and it will raise such a fire in Narnia as has not been seen since winter stalked these lands! From border to border it echoes, and all within Narnia’s bounds are sworn to hear and to answer - even the High King himself. So think wisely upon your crimes and pray to your gods, wolf: the whole of Narnia’s power is bearing down upon you.
(From a short story dating roughly from Absalian the Blind's time, around 100-150 years after Caspian's reign, a fictionalization of Miraz's short reign as King of Narnia.)
Think wisely upon your crimes; the ancient past comes with vengeance at its heart.