It's been a while... again

Sometimes I just have nothing to say... okay, that ain't true, but I feel in terms of writing there's little I haven't said yet. My "insights" may just work for me...

This week I had a conversation with my publisher regarding themed anthologies. He hates them, I like them. That pretty much sums it up, both of us being settled in our ways, I never expected either of us (him) to change our preference.

Shameless plug for the anthology I also supplied a story to: Blackest Knights, cue Deep Purple.

Such a title promises fallen paragons, the kind of bastard one becomes when one hates sand, because it's coarse and gets everywhere. Skywalkers aside, the title evokes tales of those dudes... my little tale was my take on the subject... fuck chivalry and all the other stuff, in the end knights were killing machines pointed in one direction or the other. But since courtly (not Courtney!!!) love and too many Hollywood movies gave us this paragon of virtue shit, we're stuck with all them heroic types.

If you go into a super market and buy 500 grams of peanuts (for whatever reason, who knows, maybe you're headed for the zoo) and instead you get 250 grams peanuts and 250 grams pistachios, you'd be pissed. So when you buy an anthology and 50% of the entries don't even have a chess game in it (at least there are bloody knights in the game) I expect the same upsetness.

I mean, it's not that every story containing a knight was the same either, and the topic alone is so broad that one could take the knight as protagonist or antagonist or just slightly pissed stumbling out of a pub to be ignored for the rest of the story. When my publisher told me he had written a story for an anthology with Vampire Romance as theme, I understand that such a minuscule leash is detrimental to both creativity and mental stability (cough Twilight), but black knights? I mean one could've written about a chess game for fuck's sake.

Instead I learned that once you're lying on the floor you can still get down on your knees and crawl. (apparently the floor was higher where the person was lying and thus made it possible to then get down on her knees... or is it downer?) I also learned that ice sinks in water, and that humans apparently have no trouble holding their breaths when being immersed in self same water.

Tangent... sorry... where was I?

Knights... or themed anthologies... I like the idea, because it gives me something to hold on to when writing. Otherwise I go off on tangents. Or maybe that's just blog posts, I dunno.

Maybe that may be as it may be, in the end my rather rigid perception of, you know, reality is not wanted... hah... as if I care! And maybe ice really sinks on water... somewhere. Maybe there's light ice and regular ice, like regular and light coke, and then there's ice zero because there's no water in that ice, at all. Lice, Rice, Zice or Nice... makes sense, doesn't it? Light Ice, Regular Ice, Zero Ice, No Ice...

Again I return to my favorite pet peeve, realism in fantasy... gotta find a new record, this one is scratched