Red Tash's Blog, page 250
November 16, 2011
oldbookillustrations:
Homeopathy
Honoré Daumier, from Némésis...
Homeopathy
Honoré Daumier, from Némésis médicale illustrée (illustrated medical nemesis) vol. 1, by François Fabre, Paris, 1840.
(Source: archive.org)
Danny Marble & the Application for Non-Scary Things
Just for kicks!
That's Mace, on top.
And I don't...
Just for kicks!
That's Mace, on top.
And I don't know who that chick is in the second pic.
(If you don't understand why I posted this, read this.)
Nanowrimo Day 15:
Lines I'd forgotten & notable...
Nanowrimo Day 15:
Lines I'd forgotten & notable nanos:
"Yeah, iron hurts him—but it'll hurt you, too, and if you stay at that size, just a little dabble'll do you in. What's your plan?"
I had to hand it to her—the girl had balls. Solid iron ones, even, on the end of a chain. But she was flailing for real now, and she hadn't even swung her weapon.
On a good night, they'd throw their panties and lingerie onto the stage. On a bad night, they'd throw wings, fingers, arms—and once, a head.
This is the chapter where I give my friend Mace Frehley a shout-out, by using her skate name for the name of the Iron Smith at the Troll Market. She probably doesn't remember giving me permission to do that a few years ago when I first wrote this chapter, but it's okay. She drinks a lot. ;)
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Speaking of maces, one is used in this chapter—do you know the difference between a mace and a flail? I am torn between whether to change the weapon to a flail, so I can use a punny fun in the first line of Harlow's follow-up chapter, or just leave it as I envisioned, with her clubbing the bad guy with a sturdy mace. Hrm.
(Oooh, brilliant, I worked it out. Deb's gonna go for one of each.)
Soul-searching question for myself, for today:
Why the hell am I so good at writing fight scenes? And why is this book so doggedly romantic?
I don't want to know the answers to these questions. But I am SO enjoying writing this book. It is writing itself. Mega-fun. Why did I think I was too good for lowbrow fantasy romps? Egad, this is my medium.
Don't misunderstand me, I will still be writing serious stuff elsewhere, but it feels so incredibly good and natural and right to be writing throwaway trashy stories about fairies.
But I ain't writing no kissy-kissy scenes.
Beautiful painting from neverwozderland:
Peter Pan is the Fairies' Orchestra - Arthur Rackham
November 15, 2011
This is right up there with Cookie Monster singing Tom Waits, as...
This is right up there with Cookie Monster singing Tom Waits, as far as I'm concerned.
I just really like this image, as well as the message....
I just really like this image, as well as the message.
Additionally, it reminds me of This Brilliant Darkness, which always makes me happy. (For a long time, everything reminded me of that book. It was like being in love, times 11. But I am over that now.) This image just *really* does that. As does the message.
Hey, speaking of This Brilliant Darkness, if you have read it, who do you see the characters as? I was working up a fantasy cast list, and I'm having trouble with some of the major players. Obviously Greachin is CGI/Andy Serkis territory, but who do you see as Christine? Tom? Richard? Tristan?
Pick people from anywhere in time. It's okay if you say "a young Brad Pitt" for Tristan, for example.
It's tough, because actual faces are so vague, in my mind. I just put myself into their headspaces. Their bodies, mannerisms, etc. are more dream-like in their vagueishness, in my mind's eye. It is that way for all books I read, whether I wrote them or not. How about you?
Nanowrimo Day 14:
Details I'd forgotten:
McJagger's...
Nanowrimo Day 14:
Details I'd forgotten:
McJagger's fairy/troll banked track roller derby team is the Fairy Godsmackers.
There's a fight scene this chapter, and somebody gets bludgeoned with a goat leg. I ain't sayin' who.
Dave took another bite of his goat, and slowly rose to his full seven feet of height. "Let the girl make up her own mind, Harlow. Or can she? Is she still full of that potion of yours? Do you still mix it with Big Red or Croak to disguise the taste?"
Harlow flew across the table, his arms reaching for Dave's neck as if he wanted to crush it in like an empty soda can. Dave ducked, skidding sideways, and the smallish cafe tables tottered and fell all around us. Derek and I huddled together beneath the potted tree, and the tiny buzzing pixies above us began to point and squeak as the fight blew into high gear.
The two of them grappled, bumping into the coffee bar near the entrance of the cafe. Bottles of flavored syrup clanged together and fell over—Dave drug himself to his feet and caught one by the neck. Smashing it against the bar, he held it toward Harlow.
"C'mon," he said. "Come get a flavor shot, old man."
Note to self: asterisks after punctuation. After. After. After, like this.*
Not a huge word-count gain today, but lots of editing, and thinking about what's next. Just took too long getting started today. Tomorrow, bleary-eyed or not, I'm on it.
Poster reblogged from simplysillything:
Yes, I have tickets to this. Yes, I am hella excited. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Call me Simply Jealous!
*The book has footnotes. Sorry. I still like them, for this style of story-telling, where too many short "asides" would detract from the narrative. I'd rather give the reader the choice whether or not to sidetrack mid-stream, or not derail at all. For instance, did you read this mid-post, or wait 'til the end? Or did you not care to read at all? My point is made. Blame Jonathon Stroud.
The issue with the footnotes is that since dabbling in epublishing, I realize the original format of them must change. And there were 80-something of them in my half-finished manuscript, already, so…every day I'm shuffling.
November 14, 2011
Do you think outside the box? Then you would probably really...
Do you think outside the box? Then you would probably really enjoy author RJ Palmer. She interviewed me, and if you're interested in reading how she got me to talk about roller derby, the lack of kick-ass music in my life, alter-egos, and more, then click here and enjoy!
I'm preparing some questions for her, as we speak…
Image courtesy jffcrmr:
The greatest sink, yes sink, on the planet.
Today's Monday Funny is called The Plight of the...
Today's Monday Funny is called The Plight of the Novelist.
I didn't get fancy with this one, because I have to herd cats to the dentist today. Next Monday I'll try and add more zany background noise.
If you're a novelist, this'll probably still give you a chuckle. Click on it to see other funnies.
