"She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam."

[greygirlbeast]

The sun and light filtered through leaves just outside my office window. Air that smells like summer. Clouds in the distance, visible between rooftops. Within arm's reach, but feeling a million miles away. Actual reality, AR. Most days, it seems less than actual.

It's better to try something difficult and flop than to play it safe all the time. ~

Comments

[ulffriend]

"It started as a joke. But, what if the joke shows me the way back into genuine urban fantasy, before the label was stolen by ParaRom and branded with tramp-stamp covers?"

Then thank goodness for that. Those books were wonderful, and surely pararom has just about played itself out (I hope), freeing the area for true exploration again. I would be fascinated to see what this iteration of you would do in that landscape. And a good lampooning can be funny but also, at a deeper level, serious.

"At least there are lesbian and transgender fairies."

"All of the buildings, all of the cars, were once just a dream in somebody's head."

[greygirlbeast]

and surely pararom has just about played itself out (I hope),

I am told, repeatedly, that the market is tanking.

"All of the buildings, all of the cars, were once just a dream in somebody's head."

Oui.

[ulffriend]

"I am told, repeatedly, that the market is tanking."

From your keyboard to the collective consciousness of the gods of publishing! Maybe then there'll be room in the marketplace for things worth reading. I'm disheartened that wonderful writers like Elizabeth Hand and Jeffrey Ford seem to have to go to small presses now to get their work out.

[greygirlbeast]

I'm disheartened that wonderful writers like Elizabeth Hand and Jeffrey Ford seem to have to go to small presses now to get their work out.

Most readers are, like most humans, morons.

[greygirlbeast]

Sometimes, though, the art has other ideas. I've never figured out what to do about that because the art always wins.

Well...the art, having no consciousness of its open, is devoid of intent. However, the artist may have unconscious intentions that only become aware as the story evolves. Or, she gets bored and lazy, abandons the original plans, and just types. Either way, whatever.

[ellyssian]

[sovay]

I wrote a rather amusing scene yesterday in the throne room of the Glaistig, one of my post-apocalyptic Fairie's royal poobahs, and it basically felt like decent fantasy, not like decent fantasy making fun of badly written fantasy.

I'm sorry, I'll still read it.

[ashlyme]

Me too.

Movies to see--

[ext_1285666]

Caitlin, I just saw Beasts of the Southern Wilds. That movie, for me, was pure poetry. When I came out of the theatre the whole world had changed. I know you like movies--so I wanted to have my say. Write on.