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8/12/20 22:29This sample showed up in today's deliveriites:
(I'd ordered some gifts from her this year, including several bags of Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves salts.)
In a somewhat related observation, it's been lovely to see recent kudos for drabbles and fics I wrote years ago, across fandoms -- TDIR, HP, FAKE, Wimsey, and Laurens-Hamilton (posted, we'll note, years before Hamilton hit Broadway, because I became obsessed with John Laurens back when Batman portrayed him in a miniseries about George Washington) among them. Some things have held up reasonably well (it was nice to revisit my own memories of London while rereading Other Work for Us To Do [TDIR, Will/Bran]); others now carry the sting of disappointment (in JKR, in Rahm, in men's tennis . . .). I still have all the reference notes and books I collected in the course of starting "Not as Dumb," but knowing what we do now about police corruption and brutality, I don't think I'll ever regain the need-to-write that had me attempting to tell that story in the first place.
Which of course means disappointing other people in turn. Not that the stakes are anywhere near alike, but the passage in Bujold's Civil Campaign where two characters talk about broken vows and surviving -- yeah, that resonates a lot. It's something I circle around in my poetry sometimes. (And if you're wondering what's new in that realm, Autumn Sky has published some pieces recently.)
On a domestic note:
The BYM: *gives me a look*
Me: What?
BYM: I don't know. You look like you're wondering about whether you're going to have to kick someone's ass.
Me: Hmm. That's my default state, isn't it.
BYM: "Resting Worried-You're-Going-To-Have-To-Kick-Someone's-Ass Face?"
Me: Ayup.
BYM: Hmm.
Me: *starts transcribing conversation*
BYM: *tries to peer over top of my laptop screen from other side of kitchen counter*
BYM: *ambles over to my side and grins into my shoulder when he sees that I am indeed reporting this*
(I'd ordered some gifts from her this year, including several bags of Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves salts.)
In a somewhat related observation, it's been lovely to see recent kudos for drabbles and fics I wrote years ago, across fandoms -- TDIR, HP, FAKE, Wimsey, and Laurens-Hamilton (posted, we'll note, years before Hamilton hit Broadway, because I became obsessed with John Laurens back when Batman portrayed him in a miniseries about George Washington) among them. Some things have held up reasonably well (it was nice to revisit my own memories of London while rereading Other Work for Us To Do [TDIR, Will/Bran]); others now carry the sting of disappointment (in JKR, in Rahm, in men's tennis . . .). I still have all the reference notes and books I collected in the course of starting "Not as Dumb," but knowing what we do now about police corruption and brutality, I don't think I'll ever regain the need-to-write that had me attempting to tell that story in the first place.
Which of course means disappointing other people in turn. Not that the stakes are anywhere near alike, but the passage in Bujold's Civil Campaign where two characters talk about broken vows and surviving -- yeah, that resonates a lot. It's something I circle around in my poetry sometimes. (And if you're wondering what's new in that realm, Autumn Sky has published some pieces recently.)
On a domestic note:
The BYM: *gives me a look*
Me: What?
BYM: I don't know. You look like you're wondering about whether you're going to have to kick someone's ass.
Me: Hmm. That's my default state, isn't it.
BYM: "Resting Worried-You're-Going-To-Have-To-Kick-Someone's-Ass Face?"
Me: Ayup.
BYM: Hmm.
Me: *starts transcribing conversation*
BYM: *tries to peer over top of my laptop screen from other side of kitchen counter*
BYM: *ambles over to my side and grins into my shoulder when he sees that I am indeed reporting this*
