Apparently I have to think of everything
Jun. 17th, 2014 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI'm fairly sure there's at least one Biggles story where his aeroplane won't take off because "the mixture is too rich". How else would that phrase mean anything to me, if I didn't pick it up from Biggles? (Unless it was Algy or Ginger or Flight Sergeant Smyth.)
Sometimes, this is how I feel about Mars. There is just too much, and I can never actually finish anything: too many ideas per cubic centimetre (of my brain, or else of the planet, either one), there's insufficient airiness to allow a plot to ignite.
Today - a propos of I remember not what - I was thinking about A J Raffles, for the first time in a while. And in fact I misremembered, I thought he had gone off to the Boer War when he made London too hot to hold him and faked his death there, but no: he faked a death by drowning, and then when his second life imploded he and Bunny both went off to the war, where Raffles is genuinely killed.
Allegedly.
Of course this is not the case. Of course that second death is equally fake, and he and Bunny both assume new names and emigrate on an aethership from the Isle of Man to Mars.
Where - well. Adventures ensue. If there's enough oxygen to ignite them. At the moment I am engrossed by the notion of the Wabi-Sahib, who has imported Japanese potters and made a fortune out of Martian clay. This morning I thought I was going to draw something wholly different out of the wabi-sabi aesthetic, but apparently I can't get away from Mars. It might be nice if I could just stop thinking about it and get something actually, y'know, done.
Sometimes, this is how I feel about Mars. There is just too much, and I can never actually finish anything: too many ideas per cubic centimetre (of my brain, or else of the planet, either one), there's insufficient airiness to allow a plot to ignite.
Today - a propos of I remember not what - I was thinking about A J Raffles, for the first time in a while. And in fact I misremembered, I thought he had gone off to the Boer War when he made London too hot to hold him and faked his death there, but no: he faked a death by drowning, and then when his second life imploded he and Bunny both went off to the war, where Raffles is genuinely killed.
Allegedly.
Of course this is not the case. Of course that second death is equally fake, and he and Bunny both assume new names and emigrate on an aethership from the Isle of Man to Mars.
Where - well. Adventures ensue. If there's enough oxygen to ignite them. At the moment I am engrossed by the notion of the Wabi-Sahib, who has imported Japanese potters and made a fortune out of Martian clay. This morning I thought I was going to draw something wholly different out of the wabi-sabi aesthetic, but apparently I can't get away from Mars. It might be nice if I could just stop thinking about it and get something actually, y'know, done.