Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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A few quick Tuesday notes.

Mantis: still in my bathroom. He has relocated his tiny insectivore self to the roll of paper towels, where he has a higher vantage from which to snatch unsuspecting flies out of the air and devour their tiny brainless bodies. He's very yellow, and too small for my camera (which is actually Rey's camera, and not terribly high-tech) to be very happy about trying to focus on him. Which is a pity, 'cause he's pretty.

The mantis will probably be going to live in Kate and GP's garden tonight, where, as Kate puts it, 'he will grow fat and strong in the Bird of Paradise.' As they currently have no mantids, and I have an entire home-grown colony, this is probably fair, but I'm still going to miss him.

Lycanthropy: still finished. I was a little worried when I woke up this morning that I'd discover my belief that the book was done to be some sort of perverse, wicked hallucination, brought about by inhaling too many Sharpie fumes, but no, the book is really done. This draft of the book, anyway. Now I get to start doing the heavy lifting of revision and correction...but since you can't revise or correct until a book is finished, I'm really not finding myself all that concerned.

Although...



...just sayin'.

Lilly would like my attention now, and as I do not believe in thwarting Siamese when avoidable, I'll be back later.
Tags: animals rock, friends like these, kate, lilly, lycanthropy
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And they've already spawned one- it's one of the currently stalled projects. There's also a prequel, "Silent Night," but it makes me cry whenever I try to work on it because I know what I have to do to poor Nick and his father, and consequently I haven't gotten far.
Oh, dear; the agony of required back-story torture. I know exactly what you mean. It hits me often and hard with the Healy girls, who really deserve better than they get from me.
I know the feeling. In my prequel, I have to kill Santa Claus to pass the mantle to his son, and the literal cause of death is the cynicism of the modern world. In one of the eternally-dark-in-winter parts of Alaska. It's like stabbing myself with an icicle.
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Did I mention that, due to Old Man Winter being one of my personal deities, I have a very close personal relationship with the spiritual counterpart of the guy I'm fictionally killing?
...erk.

As a girl who follows Snow White's archetype set (I will be your Winter Queen tonight, here's your toboggan), I fully feel your pain.
Sometimes I think we should be locked up somewhere for the good of our characters. Then I remember those characters wouldn't exist without us, and then I think I begin to understand why there is pain and evil in the universe.
Ah, philosophy as a justification for evil...