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pameladeanI'm cut-tagging this entry for the wary. Behind the cut-tag are vague but possibly tantalizing reflections about Going North, my novel in progress. I probably can't answer any questions, or can answer questions only randomly and unpredictably, and the context of the reflections is going to make people speculate in particular ways, which I can't issue either denial or confirmation about if I'm asked whether those ways are the ways I mean. So, you know, if you don't like even very vague spoilers, or you don't like being made to wonder about things you can't find out more about on any predictable schedule, or you find even this paragraph intolerably irritating, you might just want to stop here.
In the month of October I got two requests for interviews, now both completed. When the interviewers have finished their projects they've promised me links, and I'll put those up here when they're available. I spent a couple of weeks pondering each set of questions, though this is not evident in the finished answers; those sound very much off the top of my head, because it takes things so very long to get to the top of my head. Sometimes they aren't the things I'd prefer, but a fairly random sample. Sometimes the real answer to a question will come up months or years after it's asked. Who'd be an interviewer? In the meantime, answering approximately twenty-two questions about my writing processes, my history, and my opinions has made me violently introspective and antisocial. This is not a bad thing; it;'s a good state of mind in which to make progress on my writing.
This state, however, met the multi-tentacled discussion of fan fiction, slash, the Id Vortex, and shame or the lack thereof in writing (begun by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellen_fremedon, pointed out to me at least by tnh's Making Light, and worried to excellent effect by people including but not limited to sartorias, coffee_and_ink, matociquala, and rachelmanija) and produced a violent chemical reaction. I had just ruled out certain events in Going North on the grounds that they would be a pain to write, that I'd be on unaccustomed, probably swampy, ground, that the book was multifarious and difficult enough already, that there was plenty of other fun to be had with it, and, most germanely, that the events I was ruling out weren't thematically congruent with what else I was doing.
Well, actually, they are thematically congruent with what else I'm doing. And that was the only valid objection to including them.
My, the air up over this precipice is fresh and cold.
Pamela
In the month of October I got two requests for interviews, now both completed. When the interviewers have finished their projects they've promised me links, and I'll put those up here when they're available. I spent a couple of weeks pondering each set of questions, though this is not evident in the finished answers; those sound very much off the top of my head, because it takes things so very long to get to the top of my head. Sometimes they aren't the things I'd prefer, but a fairly random sample. Sometimes the real answer to a question will come up months or years after it's asked. Who'd be an interviewer? In the meantime, answering approximately twenty-two questions about my writing processes, my history, and my opinions has made me violently introspective and antisocial. This is not a bad thing; it;'s a good state of mind in which to make progress on my writing.
This state, however, met the multi-tentacled discussion of fan fiction, slash, the Id Vortex, and shame or the lack thereof in writing (begun by
ellen_fremedon, pointed out to me at least by tnh's Making Light, and worried to excellent effect by people including but not limited to sartorias, coffee_and_ink, matociquala, and rachelmanija) and produced a violent chemical reaction. I had just ruled out certain events in Going North on the grounds that they would be a pain to write, that I'd be on unaccustomed, probably swampy, ground, that the book was multifarious and difficult enough already, that there was plenty of other fun to be had with it, and, most germanely, that the events I was ruling out weren't thematically congruent with what else I was doing.Well, actually, they are thematically congruent with what else I'm doing. And that was the only valid objection to including them.
My, the air up over this precipice is fresh and cold.
Pamela
