I should be starting in on Rogue Magic, but I underestimated the amount of time I needed just to catch up on household stuff when I finished Noah’s Boy, so I’m only now starting on the revision of Witchfinder. I’m also nearing “almost donness” on guest blogging, which WILL help. (It’s very frustrating to write four to five thousand words a day and NONE on a book.)
I did start the revision of Shadow Gods, but one of my friends who read it for the first time made me realize (it wasn’t what she said) that the intro scene needs to be completely rewritten. This is okay, when you’re pulling out a mythos and putting in another, and I’m glad her comments pinpointed it (even though I’m fairly sure that’s NOT what she thought she was saying).
I have the general idea for Rogue Magic which starts with Jonathan hating like poison being an Earl (which we expected) beset by mamma with marrying prospects, and unable to find his fair unknown of the night of the magical attack. Meanwhile the magic his household sells is coming apart at the seams.
He catches a glimpse of the redhead and follows, only to find the Royal investigators dealing with a magical murder… They immediately suspect him. (The dead woman is NOT his enamorata.)
To save his neck he must catch this gruesome magical Jack The Ripper (And prove it’s not Ginevra, which is kind of important to him) and stop the leakage of rogue magic that is destroying the magical works of Avalon (including their factories!)
The adventure will take him across several worlds, as he pursues the fair unknown and the foul villain.
… and it might end up being first person, heaven help me.
Meanwhile, yesterday a friend sent me a link to a story about Chavez, who is about to get stuffed… er… embalmed and put on public display, following the truly tasteless examples of Lenin, Mao, and even (it is rumored) Eva Peron.
So… what is with communists and this passion for pickling?
I asked my friend Bill Reader that, and he said “Well, see, communists can’t stand for things to change or be unpredictable. You’re not supposed to decay and disappear. It’s funny because they talk about wanting change, and they talk about being progressive, but really all they want is to return to a time when the world made sense to them – which is the thirties – and when people could be sorted into the classical Marxist classes. In the same way, people are supposed to stay in the class they were born to. They’re supposed to act in perfectly predictable ways according to that class. No one is supposed to change, and tech is not supposed to upend all their categories. Communism (and its weaker sister, socialism) is a form of OCD. They want everything separate and put away neatly in categories, even when the “things” are people. And dear Leaders are supposed to be the same forever.”
The theory has some flaws, of course – all historic theories do because people are (DUH) unpredictable – but overall, it seems right to me.
And if Marxists are truly imbued with a passion for not having their cheese moved, then the pace of change we’re entering now will make them have a nervous breakdown and will result in spectacular fireworks.
Maybe it’s already started.
And now I’m going to clean the litter box (Nothing is worse than Apocalypse with a smelly litter box) and do a quick dust/clean so I can write.
I leave you to the contemplation of communist cheese. (It’s not really cheese, it’s not edible — it might in fact be wax — but everyone gets an equal share!)