Arguing with myself · 10:06pm January 10th
Me: "What's the worst possible genre?"
My brain: "Ancient Sumerian Gilgameshian Steampunk."
Me: "Actually, that sounds cool."
I like writing about the worst day of a character's life; it lets us see the mettle inside. (Pronouns: RB/20 )
Me: "What's the worst possible genre?"
My brain: "Ancient Sumerian Gilgameshian Steampunk."
Me: "Actually, that sounds cool."
As anyone who's read any of my stuff knows, I'm a big World War 2 history buff. (Redheart's War borrowed from Eugene Sledge and Benjamin Salomon, and The Ponies in the Caves had a nod at Aachen, etc.)
Those who know:
Those who don't
Blog post rated Mature / Sex, as was the story. Also some naughty language below.
I was listening to Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade when I realized that's pretty un-Christmas. I switched to Praetorius' Christmas Mass. I don't understand Latin, but the Baroque and High Renaissance really knew how to make some holiday music.
Anyway, have a very Kirin holiday:
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(Cinder Glow is not amused)
"And at that holiday party," said Thunderlane to the E.B.I. agents, "was the last time I saw my brother. Please, can you find him?"
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The Holly Mistaken for Mistletoe tag kills me, LOLOLOLOL.
While researching my next project Solomon Islands Destroyer Action in Spaaaaace, I found this summary of a story I had run across while outlining "Redheart's War." This is one of the most amazing stories you'll ever read, and was a major inspiration for Redheart:
Benjamin Salomon’s Medal of Honor
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It occurs to me that, plus/minus a week or so, it's been five years since my last drink. Yay for improved health!