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May. 14th, 2011 06:01 pmIt is amazing how Russell Crowe is completely unrecognizable between Gladiator and Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. He doesn't even sound the same! I really need to buy Master and Commander, it has an excellent proportion of action to non-action, and it's good, at that. (I haven't read the books, so I don't know how it stacks up there.) Also, ITTY-BITTY OCTAVIAN. And Pippin!
And now I really want to write the rest of the Terebinthia affair. SEA BATTLES, Y'ALL, SEA BATTLES. Scenes! Whirling in my head! Tactics! Politics! Worldbuilding! FIGHT SCENES. Gods, it's been way too long since I wrote a good fight scene. Osumare POV, I can fold the ficlet it into, and we'll have a battle, some world-building, some politics, maybe some sex, who knows.
Although I shall restrain myself, just barely. I think the third Rilian story is on endgame, I just need to write an ekphrasis and then we should be good -- I meant there to be more artwork, but that might have been overkill. There's some interesting world-building in here that surprised me -- it makes sense, and it's a really good foundation for later undercurrents in Dust, but I didn't really expect it to be there until THERE IT WAS. Imperialism and/or colonialism: I gotcha covered. With luck, though, I hope the Caspian scene in here comes out more or less sympathetic; I've been accused of writing Caspian in such a way that it reads as though I don't like him at all. We're starting to skate close to canon -- always a bad sign. Alas, poor Rilian! You were mostly a nice kid, pity about the racism. Species-ism?
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In less cheerful news, I was just getting really excited about none of my glassware breaking in transit when I remembered my box of glass prep bowls. Well, you can see where this is going, right? Only the smallest survived. I should have wrapped them individually and put them in a box with linens in, instead of one that, although tightly packed, was mostly books. *sighs* At least they weren't expensive; I'll keep an eye out for another set at TJ Maxx, since I used them all the time. We went to TJ Maxx today, but no dice -- they did have a set of plastic KitchenAid prep bowls, which my mother suggested, but the box didn't say whether they were microwave-safe so I didn't end up getting them. (I did end up getting a thin pyramid grater, which I kept wishing for in New Orleans, and a 1 qt stainless steel pot so I can reheat food on the stove. Also shoes, but those weren't for the kitchen. And a mug with the Eiffel Tower on it.) I need to make a list of other kitchen stuff I need to pick up over the summer -- spatula, serving spoon, peeler, can opener. Little stuff. I think I might want a butter-melter pot, too; I'm not sure what those are technically called.
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After finishing Lady Knight this morning, I paused in my Tortall sprint to read Havemercy. I'm -- mmm. I'm not sure how I feel like it. It uses a narrative trick I really dislike -- multiple first person narrators, one of whom I want to stab in the face repeatedly because he's such a dick. Also, Jones and Bennett are...well, not much with the ladies. In the first hundred pages, only one woman has a speaking part, and not in a good way. The others are prostitutes, or the wife of an ambassador that was, apparently, "asking for it" because of the way she dressed. (See again: stabbity.) But there's a fairly strong gay character, who is the least offensive of the lot so far; the other two narrators are so unoffensive they're practically unnoticeable. (Well, one has promise, the other one is just boring.) Wow, it really doesn't sound like I'm enjoying this book, does it? It does kind of feel like a book that was co-written cross-country. (Though,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aella_irene, in a completely different way than ours and one we are unlikely to replicate.)
And now I really want to write the rest of the Terebinthia affair. SEA BATTLES, Y'ALL, SEA BATTLES. Scenes! Whirling in my head! Tactics! Politics! Worldbuilding! FIGHT SCENES. Gods, it's been way too long since I wrote a good fight scene. Osumare POV, I can fold the ficlet it into, and we'll have a battle, some world-building, some politics, maybe some sex, who knows.
Although I shall restrain myself, just barely. I think the third Rilian story is on endgame, I just need to write an ekphrasis and then we should be good -- I meant there to be more artwork, but that might have been overkill. There's some interesting world-building in here that surprised me -- it makes sense, and it's a really good foundation for later undercurrents in Dust, but I didn't really expect it to be there until THERE IT WAS. Imperialism and/or colonialism: I gotcha covered. With luck, though, I hope the Caspian scene in here comes out more or less sympathetic; I've been accused of writing Caspian in such a way that it reads as though I don't like him at all. We're starting to skate close to canon -- always a bad sign. Alas, poor Rilian! You were mostly a nice kid, pity about the racism. Species-ism?
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In less cheerful news, I was just getting really excited about none of my glassware breaking in transit when I remembered my box of glass prep bowls. Well, you can see where this is going, right? Only the smallest survived. I should have wrapped them individually and put them in a box with linens in, instead of one that, although tightly packed, was mostly books. *sighs* At least they weren't expensive; I'll keep an eye out for another set at TJ Maxx, since I used them all the time. We went to TJ Maxx today, but no dice -- they did have a set of plastic KitchenAid prep bowls, which my mother suggested, but the box didn't say whether they were microwave-safe so I didn't end up getting them. (I did end up getting a thin pyramid grater, which I kept wishing for in New Orleans, and a 1 qt stainless steel pot so I can reheat food on the stove. Also shoes, but those weren't for the kitchen. And a mug with the Eiffel Tower on it.) I need to make a list of other kitchen stuff I need to pick up over the summer -- spatula, serving spoon, peeler, can opener. Little stuff. I think I might want a butter-melter pot, too; I'm not sure what those are technically called.
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After finishing Lady Knight this morning, I paused in my Tortall sprint to read Havemercy. I'm -- mmm. I'm not sure how I feel like it. It uses a narrative trick I really dislike -- multiple first person narrators, one of whom I want to stab in the face repeatedly because he's such a dick. Also, Jones and Bennett are...well, not much with the ladies. In the first hundred pages, only one woman has a speaking part, and not in a good way. The others are prostitutes, or the wife of an ambassador that was, apparently, "asking for it" because of the way she dressed. (See again: stabbity.) But there's a fairly strong gay character, who is the least offensive of the lot so far; the other two narrators are so unoffensive they're practically unnoticeable. (Well, one has promise, the other one is just boring.) Wow, it really doesn't sound like I'm enjoying this book, does it? It does kind of feel like a book that was co-written cross-country. (Though,
aella_irene, in a completely different way than ours and one we are unlikely to replicate.)