Jul 27, 2004 19:57
Dentist appointment today. I can still taste the toothpaste residue in all its nauseating metallic horror. I don't mind holding my mouth open for half an hour, but is it really too much to ask for decent-tasting toothpaste?
Also wrote more Gormenghast fic. So far I've dropped Cora and Clarice on their heads as infants (which might explain things...), killed Sepulchrave's father (although that's canon so it doesn't really count), killed both of Steerpike's grandmothers, killed his maternal grandfather, estranged his paternal grandfather from the family, and burned his father and siblings to death in a fire (those who didn't go splat when jumping out windows to avoid the flames). And poor Steerpike isn't even born yet! (So this isn't really Steerpike torture; it's all aimed at his mother, who, while she may be a manipulative and somewhat domineering woman, doesn't deserve a bit of it.)
I wonder why it's so fun to kill fictional characters? Not that I don't feel sorry for most of them -- I liked writing them and they were good people for the most part -- but it's kind of fun to watch the body-count grow. And it's interesting to see how much emotional pain and loss a character can endure before she snaps.
Hmmm. "Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport." Perhaps that's it.
liz is thinky,
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