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yes I know it's been ten weeks I WAS OUT OF TOWN DON'T JUDGE ME - Diary of a Necromancer
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yes I know it's been ten weeks I WAS OUT OF TOWN DON'T JUDGE ME
I seem to recall making more than one "So Blogging This" remark of late, so I'll throw it open to the Audience as to which neglected lead I should be working on next:

The next non-fiction post should be --

The next part of the trip report
Worldcon Follies
#@$$! Family, or, The Part Where My Grandmother Died Again
Pop-Culture Babylon: "Inner Trevor reads 'Anita Blake'"

But first, Muse has finally turned in the next installment of "Hiraeth". I'm still not entirely sure that I didn't accidentally break a couple of things fixing others -- thoughts on how well this stands up RE structure or general sense-making particularly appreciated...


There's a centipede the size of a mouse on the kitchen ceiling. "Piss off," I tell it crossly, and turn at a sound from the doorway to find Jason regarding me with an openly sceptical expression. "What?"

"You could get the broom."

Not its fault it's in our kitchen. "Didn't seem sporting."

The centipede scuttles into a corner in a ripple of limbs, moustache with a tic. Jason shakes his head. "There's such a thing as taking the non-violence thing to extremes, man."

By my lights extremes is when you'd rather go about naked than put on a uniform. We'd none quite so determined at the gaol, more a quiet oubliette for the inconveniently Nonconformist, but we've all heard the rumours. Test enough of faith, to be held at the pleasure of his majesty for our audacity.

We're allowed letters, when it pleases them to believe this is still any sort of a civilised business. Different lieutenant than usual sat in the niche that passes for a censor's office; not a local bloke but not Sais neither, curls shot with steely grey and dark dark eyes glaring at me from over a broken blade of a nose. "Letter to the wife? Right, let's have it."

I hand him my latest attempt to make sense of the senseless. He looks the sheets over, scowl deepening. "Can't have that, bad for morale," he announces, blacking out the heart of the letter.

"It's the truth."

He snorts, obviously marking me down from mere uselessness to outright criminality. "Quakers for you. Couldn't even stomach relief work?" He balls the papers in a broad fist and tosses them into the grate. "Blimey. The Silures used to have some ruddy backbone."

I'd picked enough of this man's notion of courage up out of the endless bloodstained mud. "Alternative service was still being party to it all," I say.

He rises to walk me back to the exercise-ground. He's not even my height; bantam battalion man, then, so keen to rush to the fighting that an indulgent crown could smile and ease the requirements. Back when it would all be over by christmas. "You'd never raise a hand against your fellow man, then?" His lips part in a sneer of strange dark humour. "Even to save your own life?"

His teeth --

Dulce et decorum est. The centipede flows down the wall to run behind the piano. Jason heaves a sigh, looking after it. "I can think of a couple of bad jokes but fuck if I'm going there before coffee," he says, and goes to pour himself a bowl of muesli.

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ljgeoff From: ljgeoff Date: September 17th, 2012 10:11 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
How many words do you have on this book? I've missed too much of it and should go back to the beginning, but I want to hold it as a book in my hands. It is so good. Damn.

Also, I want to hear about it all, in no special order. I have missed you!
robling_t From: robling_t Date: September 17th, 2012 11:50 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
{checks} Nisus alleges that the part that's been posted is about 28k words, which makes the scribbled-in-bits part of the file another 11k (I write down bits as they come and figure out what they're for after...) -- re-reading from the beginning is probably a good idea, I do it every so often myself! (Might be a little easier to catch up on the DW mirror, since it's not scattered through 20some months of blogging...) And I do have a rough idea of where a three-act-structure break in the proceedings would be vis-a-vis doing some sort of POD version, but that's a ways off. And assumes that Muse doesn't decide to try to round up an illustrator for a graphic-novel adaptation first...

As to the poll, yeah, I'm (probably) going to get to all of those EVENTUALLY, it's just that knowing what y'all want to see FIRST would help me to focus... probably on another post altogether, but hey. :)
ashnistrike From: ashnistrike Date: September 21st, 2012 10:56 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
That's a different reason to embrace someone...
robling_t From: robling_t Date: September 22nd, 2012 06:19 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Yeah, it basically boils down to "because this dude thought it was funny"... {sigh}
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