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May. 17th, 2006 01:32 pmAre you bored? Under the weather? In need of a lively and intelligent discussion? Well, look no further. Or not much further. Well, just a little bit further. Click here: http://www.asif.dreamhosters.com/forum/index.php
Every fortnight ASif has a new discussion with an entirely interesting person. You just missed Donna Hanson, which is a pity, because she was fun and took to stirring like a duck to water. Damien Broderick is up next. I am a bit in awe of Broderick so I doubt I will post cheeky questions as I am wont to do to certain others. If that was a sad sigh I heard then go to the discussion area and post your own cheeky questions.
Why am I in gratuitous advertisement mode? Because talking about ASif is the only thing between me and my novel at this moment. My only other choices are putting the rubbish out, trying to sort the menu system on a website, or doing housing ads for H-France. I have to do all these things by tomorrow night regardless. And my notes for novel show that I am up to the scene where my heroine finds herself caught in between cesspits being emptied and a street that has somehow warped. There is no way of writing that gracefully. Especially not the cesspits aspect. No, she is not emptying them. She is just taking a walk at the wrong hour of the day. And I wonder why I do these things to myself, truly. Maybe I don't need that scene?
Fantasy novels don't have cesspits, do they? Normal bodily functions suspended for the duration, and all that. I think the historian in me is having a fist-fight with the writer. If the historian wins there will be cesspits and even a public latrine or two, one of which will be a place for interesting assignations with the town's underclass. If the writer wins there *will* be a battle, even if I have to tear down perfectly stable walls to make it possible. And the battle will be *heroic*. And no-one will leave half-way to seek the public latrines...
Every fortnight ASif has a new discussion with an entirely interesting person. You just missed Donna Hanson, which is a pity, because she was fun and took to stirring like a duck to water. Damien Broderick is up next. I am a bit in awe of Broderick so I doubt I will post cheeky questions as I am wont to do to certain others. If that was a sad sigh I heard then go to the discussion area and post your own cheeky questions.
Why am I in gratuitous advertisement mode? Because talking about ASif is the only thing between me and my novel at this moment. My only other choices are putting the rubbish out, trying to sort the menu system on a website, or doing housing ads for H-France. I have to do all these things by tomorrow night regardless. And my notes for novel show that I am up to the scene where my heroine finds herself caught in between cesspits being emptied and a street that has somehow warped. There is no way of writing that gracefully. Especially not the cesspits aspect. No, she is not emptying them. She is just taking a walk at the wrong hour of the day. And I wonder why I do these things to myself, truly. Maybe I don't need that scene?
Fantasy novels don't have cesspits, do they? Normal bodily functions suspended for the duration, and all that. I think the historian in me is having a fist-fight with the writer. If the historian wins there will be cesspits and even a public latrine or two, one of which will be a place for interesting assignations with the town's underclass. If the writer wins there *will* be a battle, even if I have to tear down perfectly stable walls to make it possible. And the battle will be *heroic*. And no-one will leave half-way to seek the public latrines...