rthstewart: (Default)
Thursday, February 9th, 2012 09:42 am
Anons and others, thank you for the kudos over on A03! CKate, if you keep reading Harold and Morgan, you will finally see Tumnus make an appearance. Also, he’s in The Horse and Her Girl. Tumnus and Peridan can’t stand each other. It’s a total bromance and probably romantic. And thank you [livejournal.com profile] blithers for the rec in [livejournal.com profile] het_reccers

So, let’s see. With the sort of merging of old fandom friends and new fandom friends, I’m not sure any more where I should bitch about my brother and sister in law and the never ending power struggle involving the bitch beach house that has now roiled over into a school fundraising activity  involving pencils and erasers. So many lawyers in the family is so very much not a good thing (there are 5?  6?   plus Grandma likes to sue without a lawyer because she doesn’t think she needs one) especially when coupled with a cultural proclivity toward rigidity and argument and a habit of carrying out warfare via email.  The good thing about the last three years in this fandom was that I was able to quote back to a worried teacher who’d received an email bomb from my BIL about the pencils and erasers, “No really, it’s him, not you.” Or to quote my newly minted teen, “Haters are gonna hate, mom.”

Which brings me to pound cake and porn. The porn challenge is underway and so here is the signal boost and the note that as [livejournal.com profile] vialethe pointed out there is a real lack of Narnia porn thus far. I keep wanting to do something with Cor and Aravis but I’ve found myself really reluctant to write them after the wonderful work of [livejournal.com profile] edenfalling which isn’t porn or pound cake but still highly sensual and has become complete head canon for me. And hey, I wrote Caspian and Peter (sort of) for [livejournal.com profile] snacky! And that whole paragraph of the Revel in I love not man the less! And Maenad!  And before that, other things.  Really!  Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and burned the negatives. 

Which brings me next to the fact that yeah, the lovely anons notwithstanding, I continue to get hit, and in particular took one to the teeth recently. I have written a response which I have not posted, going back to my teen’s sage advice. Still, it rankles to stay silent when I'm instructed that fandom has changed since I entered it in the 1970s so I should just get with the program.  Really, I can act my ancient age (unless it involves beach house selection with my in laws).

[livejournal.com profile] snitchnipped is proposing a big bang write in for Friday night so if you are interested, contact her but I think the timing is 9 PM ET. We’ll hang on Skype or in a chat room somewhere and motivate each other to sit down and write.

To that end, I somehow have managed to develop over 16,000 words of Harold and Morgan, Part 3, none of it postable.  I keep thinking that I can write both the Big Bang and a Two Hearts Day piece for H&M at the same time and I'm not being real successful at it. 


Expandblather in which Morgan engages in evasive tactics and massive rationalization )

rthstewart: (Default)
Thursday, January 5th, 2012 09:06 pm
Thank to those who weighed in on AW 13 and 14 and Happy New Year.  I've now thrown myself into in the Big Bang (oh god, what have I done?  A War story.  WAR, I tell you.  From she who has never fired a gun and flinches from first person shooting games).  Work proceeds.  I'm currently writing about Peter not vomiting.

    Not thirty minutes into the training flight and the deck of the Waco they were trapped in was awash in the vomit of hardened men.  He was, quietly, proud that he’d retched on only four of the twelve training flights.  That was eight better than his CO.  Major Howard had gotten sick every time they went aloft in the Waco.

    For his fortitude, Peter won win twenty schillings and 9 cigarettes in the Company-wide betting pool.


But this lead me to the realization that it was all exposition and so I should write, you know, real time vomiting and why Peter was pretty much inured to the smell of it being accustomed as he was to the stench of giants, wet sheep, and stewing offal meats.  Which meant he had something to fix his gaze on which meant I needed to know what was inside a Waco CG-4 glider.  (Yes, I will explain why everyone is sick in the first place).  15 minutes of google-fu later and I hit the jackpot.
138 years of Popular Science available on line.  For free.  This is from the February 1944 issue.  On page 94 is the article about the gliders. Also on page 104, Daily Workouts Guard Your Health is the 1944 version of softcore porn in a science magazine.  What is cool is that these are the actual scanned magazines so you get the ads and diagrams and it's a wonderful slice of history.  And science!  [edit -- RAWRR it won't let me link to the pages directly so you'll have to go to the table of contents and link to pages 94 and 104 or scroll through it or search "glider" and "workout."]

An hour later, I've been skimming science articles about Darwin from 1894 and a long discussion about kangaroo like dinosaurs  from the 1920s and the history of how mental illness was assumed to be the result of demonic possession.  It's time to shut the browser.