Nanni

Meme, picked up from half my access list: Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

"Then Arthur took the sword by the sheath and by the girdle and pulled at it eagerly, but the sword would not out."

Thomas Malory, Le Morte D'Arthur

To which I can only shrug and say ah, well. There's always next year.

Go look at your blog journal. Find the last Fandom-related thing you posted. The characters in that post are now your team-mates in the Zombie Apocalypse. How fucked are you?

Oh, hey, I have Scar and Marcoh. Excellent! ... ... ... Mind, this is bound to get extremely messy, zombies exploding from the inside out and that kind of thing, but hey! I'm unlikely to get eaten!

In defiance of my disordered thinking that is telling me I can't sign up for another love meme so shortly after the last one I signed up for The Secret Santa Meme.

...Which is not actually about making presents, it's simply a love meme.

Anyway! My thread is here.

Twelve Year Old Cousin: *bursts into the kitchen* I need volume nine of Hikaru No Go!

Me: *grins* Oh? How's eight end?

Cousin: They're at the go parlor! And they're playing a tournament game! Hikaru and Waya and...

Me: Isumi?

Cousin: Yes! And the first two games they're playing with one set of players but then they swap out with a much stronger player! And Waya is all "It will be okay," but the other two are all "But if we lose we have to pay the entrance fee AND wash ALL the go stones!"

Me: *griiiiiiiiin* I remember that part. That's a good part. Waya doesn't like to back down, does he?

Cousin: Nooooo.

Me: Don't you love Isumi?

Cousin: YES.

The local library system has the lot, so I made her try them. "This is weird," was her response to the first three pages but by the time she'd finished the first volume she was in love. You should have heard her when she finished volume five, and it ended off with Hikaru's insei test before he got the results. She came rocketing down the stairs to tell me what a completely unfair cliffhanger it was.

Me: Imagine having to wait a month to find out what happens next.

Cousin: OH NO. ARGH. I'd DIE. ...There are advantages to reading things once they're over, aren't there?

Me: Yup. But the other way's fun too.

In other news, petra is hosting a Be Excellent to Each Other meme. My thread would be here.

eisen put up an id/writing meme! And, well, it does sound like fun, doesn't it? Goodness knows I think I have a fairly good handle on say, C.J. Cherryh's id by now. Or Lloyd Alexander. (Mr. Alexander liked clever, trickster type women, amiable ruthless manipulative bastards, naive narrators, and glitter. Lots of glitter. Also cats, he was a big fan of cats. They turn up almost as frequently as the amiable confidence artist mentors who really like flash and sequins and satin and turn out to have hearts of gold and steel backbones and a general allergy to responsiblity.)

Plenty of writers talk about "showing their id", but our id is a vital and unavoidable part of the fic-writing experience - it shows itself in everything we write, whether we know it or not! The id is an awesome thing. Plenty of our favorite fics would never have existed without it. But there's always that pesky question a writer gets to asking (or is that just me?): am I getting my ideas across clearly? How much of my id is showing up when I mean it to, and am I showing off parts of my id I didn't realize I had? It's important to know these things! Conscious id-identification can only improve one's ability to evoke what makes that particular idea so enjoyable for us!

So, we come before you, oh sages of the internet, with a question: what parts of our id do you see? We really want to know! (Don't be scared. We'll only bite you if you want it!)

My Thread is Here

Give me a [fictional] character [that you're pretty sure I'm familiar with] and I will tell you one book (or poem) they love.


To start! For Greig Morgan:

I had a sister
The devil kissed her
And raised a blister
Charles Lamb