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bedlamsbardI am really kind of horrified at the fact I could go three days without posting anything but fic; to this end, I am resisting putting up "Mercy Cry" for at least a few hours.
Also, I wanted to say stuff before "Mercy Cry" goes up and my post-fic posting moratorium goes up again. We shall proceed in bullet point format:
* Dust 17 ends part one of Dust in the Air. In theory, this means I am going to set Dust aside and go back to Water. In actuality, one alt!PC fic a month is about all I can handle and Dust 18 is screaming in my head, so. *shrug* Also, if you have been holding off reading WIPs, the wordcount's just short 150K and it's stopped at a fairly neutral place, so.
* Lucy is afraid of babies. In case you were wondering. In this way, she kind of resembles me. Look, small children and I, we're not a thing. A woman (I knew her; it wasn't like, random stranger lady) once put her newborn baby in my arms and wandered off and then the baby started crying and I had no idea what to do. Also, I think I was still in elementary school? Yes. Look, only child. Anyway, I think there are the beginnings of a fic here, but we shall see.
* The colonial fantasy novel has the working title The Farthest Shore, which is actually me misremembering the title of this book (which I am also currently reading, by the way). I rather like it, though. Also, naming large bodies of water like oceans sucks; all the good names have already taken by Lynch and Martin. And Lewis. Not that "Great Eastern Ocean" is exactly the best name ever invented. (Dear C.S. Lewis, there are three separate landmarks in your novels that begin with the word "great": the Great Eastern Ocean, the Great (Southern?) Desert, and the Great River. This is HELL for fic writers, at least for me.)
* Argh, cramps.
Also, I wanted to say stuff before "Mercy Cry" goes up and my post-fic posting moratorium goes up again. We shall proceed in bullet point format:
* Dust 17 ends part one of Dust in the Air. In theory, this means I am going to set Dust aside and go back to Water. In actuality, one alt!PC fic a month is about all I can handle and Dust 18 is screaming in my head, so. *shrug* Also, if you have been holding off reading WIPs, the wordcount's just short 150K and it's stopped at a fairly neutral place, so.
* Lucy is afraid of babies. In case you were wondering. In this way, she kind of resembles me. Look, small children and I, we're not a thing. A woman (I knew her; it wasn't like, random stranger lady) once put her newborn baby in my arms and wandered off and then the baby started crying and I had no idea what to do. Also, I think I was still in elementary school? Yes. Look, only child. Anyway, I think there are the beginnings of a fic here, but we shall see.
* The colonial fantasy novel has the working title The Farthest Shore, which is actually me misremembering the title of this book (which I am also currently reading, by the way). I rather like it, though. Also, naming large bodies of water like oceans sucks; all the good names have already taken by Lynch and Martin. And Lewis. Not that "Great Eastern Ocean" is exactly the best name ever invented. (Dear C.S. Lewis, there are three separate landmarks in your novels that begin with the word "great": the Great Eastern Ocean, the Great (Southern?) Desert, and the Great River. This is HELL for fic writers, at least for me.)
* Argh, cramps.