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Thank you so much for the lovely comments on my last post.
Today is the first day I haven't cried at all, and it all feels less complicated and messed up in my head now. I can just feel sad, rather than guilty in some ridiculous way. I'm so glad that she turned up on our doorstep, just this tiny scrap of a kitten who couldn't make any sound but could purr, and did, basically all the time. I have spent so many happy hours with her purring on my lap, or up on my shoulder. She was a sweet, loving and calming cat, and she will be very missed, but being sad feels better than feeling angry or guilty about something no one could have predicted or changed. Your comments mean a lot to me, and helped a lot as well. I am very grateful to you all.
Now, for yuletide! I had an absolute blast this year, I really really enjoyed writing. My assignee, GloriaMundi, requested a fic about Loki, from Joanne Harris's Runemarks series, which is a YA series based in a post-ragnarok world, in a sort-of-british, medievalish world. It's a brilliant read, I'd highly recommend it. I wrote a retelling of a Norse story about the giant, Þjazi, from skaldskaparmal, which wasboth good fun and bloody difficult, because translating the mythological to the close third person means you suddenly have to consider internal consistency and motivations. I was incredibly lucky to havebelmanoir doing a rockstar job at betaing, because my copping-out handwaving wasn't going to cut it! Here's the fic: Arnsugr, or How Skadi Got Her Grudge. It was lovely to write for a truly tiny fandom- it meant I didn't get as many hits etc, but it felt so lovely to be able to write something that filled a bit of a gap!
Now the fic I got was superb. I am so astounded with the quality of this. Mellish wrote How the Piper Played, for Fire and Hemlock, by Diana Wynne Jones. I adore this. I have read it so many times, and am in awe of it, because it captures the beautiful underwaterlike tone of the novel, and uses Thomas Lynne's persective to add this sharper edge of confusion, yearning and bittersweetness. It's clever, elegant and a really satisfying read, originally structured and told. I couldn't have asked for a better fic.
Today is the first day I haven't cried at all, and it all feels less complicated and messed up in my head now. I can just feel sad, rather than guilty in some ridiculous way. I'm so glad that she turned up on our doorstep, just this tiny scrap of a kitten who couldn't make any sound but could purr, and did, basically all the time. I have spent so many happy hours with her purring on my lap, or up on my shoulder. She was a sweet, loving and calming cat, and she will be very missed, but being sad feels better than feeling angry or guilty about something no one could have predicted or changed. Your comments mean a lot to me, and helped a lot as well. I am very grateful to you all.
Now, for yuletide! I had an absolute blast this year, I really really enjoyed writing. My assignee, GloriaMundi, requested a fic about Loki, from Joanne Harris's Runemarks series, which is a YA series based in a post-ragnarok world, in a sort-of-british, medievalish world. It's a brilliant read, I'd highly recommend it. I wrote a retelling of a Norse story about the giant, Þjazi, from skaldskaparmal, which wasboth good fun and bloody difficult, because translating the mythological to the close third person means you suddenly have to consider internal consistency and motivations. I was incredibly lucky to havebelmanoir doing a rockstar job at betaing, because my copping-out handwaving wasn't going to cut it! Here's the fic: Arnsugr, or How Skadi Got Her Grudge. It was lovely to write for a truly tiny fandom- it meant I didn't get as many hits etc, but it felt so lovely to be able to write something that filled a bit of a gap!
Now the fic I got was superb. I am so astounded with the quality of this. Mellish wrote How the Piper Played, for Fire and Hemlock, by Diana Wynne Jones. I adore this. I have read it so many times, and am in awe of it, because it captures the beautiful underwaterlike tone of the novel, and uses Thomas Lynne's persective to add this sharper edge of confusion, yearning and bittersweetness. It's clever, elegant and a really satisfying read, originally structured and told. I couldn't have asked for a better fic.