unlike the rumors you have spreading, I am not a prince
Where does the magic go?
Walk Eager is a perfectly wonderful story, and I was totally psyched about it. I think I got off-course, and need to rediscover the part that's exciting to me. Even typing this I realize I wanted to subvert some tropes, and though I'm almost to the first major one, I lost sight of it in the nitty-gritty... Luckily I'm not too far.
Things Still Magickal:
Howl Frontispiece Pictures after the jump...
I at least didn't wait for it to dry this time; in the second you'll see the difference. The white turns to pure silver glitter, and is rather subtle and unphotogenic (or just evading exposure).
And a Mortal Queen Excerpt
Because you deserve a treat...
The title of this post is taken from today's work, per usual. Earlier this week we had a confederation of Matchmakers (Tara's on the phone with her best friend when Michelle walks in)...
"Well, don't be rude," Michelle said. "Hang up on the chick, or don't you love me any more?"
"She says I'm jealous about you, too, Michelle," I relayed, then told Michelle, "She's coming out for the weekend next Saturday."
"Great! She and Sorovyn can come, too, to the thing I'm gonna tell you about."
"Okay, and you can tell us both at the same time."
"Are you hearing me, Elle?" Michelle asked, with a skeptical look unfortunately invisible to the audience.
"Michelle," I said, "the dweebs downstairs can hear you when you're excited like this. Trust me, they've said."
"Ah, then--Boyd and a friend of his and i are going to Boyd's place. The boys will be hunting overnight, but first we'll have a barbeque and you know how gorgeous it is out there. Anways, his mom was like, 'Have a party!' and I thought you could come with us, and now if Vin and Elena join us there's no odd duck out."
"Wait," Elena said, "Vin?"
I frowned and batted a hand in Michelle's direction.
"Oh, don't worry, Elle. Michelle's teasing you."
"What?!" Michelle mouthed.
I made a show of sealing my lips and looking innocent, which she got.
"Elena wouldn't mind going--we won't overnight will we?"
"Not with her car to rescue us," Michelle said.
It was great to know love had boundaries--or at least that Michelle wasn't unduly changed by being destined to live with Boyd the rest of her natural born life.
After things were tied up first with Michelle and then Elena, I went for a walk. Just a random walk, because I could. Come morning I'd buckle down to my philosophy paper and physics homework, but for now I let myself free.
I had to get into a real coat, but other than that I felt so light my spirit recoiled a bit at the sight of Sorovyn. I couldn't just pass him by, there was no one else out on the campus at this hour of Sunday afternoon. so I turned off the walkway, ready to thank him for the chocolate [he bought her volleyball team after losing a championship game].
He didn't see me. He went right up to the wide-trunked tree he seemed to love and was hidden behind it. By the time I got there, though, he was gone.
I looked all around. My eyes seemed to tell me he had disappeared. Since it wouldn't be the first time they, in cahoots with my imagination, deceived me, I went up to the tree itself, and still not seeing what had happened to Sorovyn, patted the bark of the great daddy of an oak. And yelped because it was hot. Not hot enough to burn, but though trees are living things, I've never felt one have a temperature.
(I kind of like the semi-country/Southern tone that's emerging for Tara. I'm pondering a real western steampunk and the brainstorming is infecting the rest of my brain.)
Walk Eager is a perfectly wonderful story, and I was totally psyched about it. I think I got off-course, and need to rediscover the part that's exciting to me. Even typing this I realize I wanted to subvert some tropes, and though I'm almost to the first major one, I lost sight of it in the nitty-gritty... Luckily I'm not too far.
Things Still Magickal:
Howl Frontispiece Pictures after the jump...
I at least didn't wait for it to dry this time; in the second you'll see the difference. The white turns to pure silver glitter, and is rather subtle and unphotogenic (or just evading exposure).
And a Mortal Queen Excerpt
Because you deserve a treat...
The title of this post is taken from today's work, per usual. Earlier this week we had a confederation of Matchmakers (Tara's on the phone with her best friend when Michelle walks in)...
"Well, don't be rude," Michelle said. "Hang up on the chick, or don't you love me any more?"
"She says I'm jealous about you, too, Michelle," I relayed, then told Michelle, "She's coming out for the weekend next Saturday."
"Great! She and Sorovyn can come, too, to the thing I'm gonna tell you about."
"Okay, and you can tell us both at the same time."
"Are you hearing me, Elle?" Michelle asked, with a skeptical look unfortunately invisible to the audience.
"Michelle," I said, "the dweebs downstairs can hear you when you're excited like this. Trust me, they've said."
"Ah, then--Boyd and a friend of his and i are going to Boyd's place. The boys will be hunting overnight, but first we'll have a barbeque and you know how gorgeous it is out there. Anways, his mom was like, 'Have a party!' and I thought you could come with us, and now if Vin and Elena join us there's no odd duck out."
"Wait," Elena said, "Vin?"
I frowned and batted a hand in Michelle's direction.
"Oh, don't worry, Elle. Michelle's teasing you."
"What?!" Michelle mouthed.
I made a show of sealing my lips and looking innocent, which she got.
"Elena wouldn't mind going--we won't overnight will we?"
"Not with her car to rescue us," Michelle said.
It was great to know love had boundaries--or at least that Michelle wasn't unduly changed by being destined to live with Boyd the rest of her natural born life.
After things were tied up first with Michelle and then Elena, I went for a walk. Just a random walk, because I could. Come morning I'd buckle down to my philosophy paper and physics homework, but for now I let myself free.
I had to get into a real coat, but other than that I felt so light my spirit recoiled a bit at the sight of Sorovyn. I couldn't just pass him by, there was no one else out on the campus at this hour of Sunday afternoon. so I turned off the walkway, ready to thank him for the chocolate [he bought her volleyball team after losing a championship game].
He didn't see me. He went right up to the wide-trunked tree he seemed to love and was hidden behind it. By the time I got there, though, he was gone.
I looked all around. My eyes seemed to tell me he had disappeared. Since it wouldn't be the first time they, in cahoots with my imagination, deceived me, I went up to the tree itself, and still not seeing what had happened to Sorovyn, patted the bark of the great daddy of an oak. And yelped because it was hot. Not hot enough to burn, but though trees are living things, I've never felt one have a temperature.
(I kind of like the semi-country/Southern tone that's emerging for Tara. I'm pondering a real western steampunk and the brainstorming is infecting the rest of my brain.)