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Last semester it was the Persian Wars; this semester it's...various things, apparently. So far Dust 11 references New Orleans, Victorian London, and Shakespeare. (I wrote 3K last night! This excites me far more than it probably should, but dude, that's more than I've written in days.)

Also, we are seeing whole new parts of Cair Paravel. Oh, Tirian. I hope this works out the way I want it to; I want him pissed off now that he's dealing with his...well, his own kind, I suppose. Nobles.

Oh, Tirian, baby, you are not who you used to be. Culture shock. Poor bastard.

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...the hardest thing about writing fantasy is that a lot of common (or, I don't know, not so common) phrases that have a cultural context attached to them, and I'm not sure if I can use them here. Certainly not from Tirian's POV. One of the Pevensies', maybe, but not Tirian's.

Priest-hole, for instance...

Or shooting fish in a barrel. Although that one's not for Dust, it's for the post-LWW fic.

GUYS. HELP.

What the hell do I do when Bookstore Guy e-mails me? HELP. SERIOUSLY. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

*panics*

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All I want to do is work on Dust! All I have to do is go to sleep! ARGH.

And then there are the two papers I have to write, too, and haven't started on yet...more importantly, though, Dust is 85K in and I'm going for 86K tonight before I go to bed.

No, seriously, HELP.