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Because obviously my own platform is not enough for me (sometimes I remind myself of Mac the cat, who needs to claim possession of both the scratching-post/plinths, for fear that Barry might occupy the other one), today I am being hosted by m'friend Catie, otherwise known as the rather brilliant C E Murphy, over on her own blog "The Essential Kit", where to nobody's surprise at all I am talking about the Crater School project, because I can't really talk about anything else right now.
Except for pausing to mention that m'friend Steph, otherwise known as the rather brilliant Stephanie Burgis, has just revealed the cover for her forthcoming historical fantasy, which is lush and operatic and I am looking forward to this rather more than I can say.
And in other news, I am thinking of instituting a new metric, to be known as Earworm of the Day. It need not necessarily be musical: as witness, last night I dreamed of a country pub somewhere in the south of England being converted to a posh eaterie, as are half the pubs of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. And so of course I woke up with "Adlestrop" running through my head, over and over. But it's okay, I have an immaculate defence against earworms these days; I merely evict them with a quick chorus of
Red, red, white and blue
These are my colours and my fealty too
- which is of course the unofficial anthem of the British on Mars, and entirely earwormworthy, because that's work.
(Also, it is to trigger a rather beautifully neat plot-point in Three Twins at the Crater School, which will reference another work of fiction from the same reality, and I thought of this yesterday and am quite ridiculously pleased with myself.)
(Also also, most of you won't know this, but Elinor Brent-Dyer was clearly deeply imbued with a love of music, which covered not only classical but also folk songs and particularly carols from all across Europe. Which I have always found rather lovely, and am now enjoying a whole other way, as it is clearly my obligation to write traditional folk songs and carols for the people of Mars. I have a new folder for them and everything.)
Because obviously my own platform is not enough for me (sometimes I remind myself of Mac the cat, who needs to claim possession of both the scratching-post/plinths, for fear that Barry might occupy the other one), today I am being hosted by m'friend Catie, otherwise known as the rather brilliant C E Murphy, over on her own blog "The Essential Kit", where to nobody's surprise at all I am talking about the Crater School project, because I can't really talk about anything else right now.
Except for pausing to mention that m'friend Steph, otherwise known as the rather brilliant Stephanie Burgis, has just revealed the cover for her forthcoming historical fantasy, which is lush and operatic and I am looking forward to this rather more than I can say.
And in other news, I am thinking of instituting a new metric, to be known as Earworm of the Day. It need not necessarily be musical: as witness, last night I dreamed of a country pub somewhere in the south of England being converted to a posh eaterie, as are half the pubs of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. And so of course I woke up with "Adlestrop" running through my head, over and over. But it's okay, I have an immaculate defence against earworms these days; I merely evict them with a quick chorus of
Red, red, white and blue
These are my colours and my fealty too
- which is of course the unofficial anthem of the British on Mars, and entirely earwormworthy, because that's work.
(Also, it is to trigger a rather beautifully neat plot-point in Three Twins at the Crater School, which will reference another work of fiction from the same reality, and I thought of this yesterday and am quite ridiculously pleased with myself.)
(Also also, most of you won't know this, but Elinor Brent-Dyer was clearly deeply imbued with a love of music, which covered not only classical but also folk songs and particularly carols from all across Europe. Which I have always found rather lovely, and am now enjoying a whole other way, as it is clearly my obligation to write traditional folk songs and carols for the people of Mars. I have a new folder for them and everything.)
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Date: 2015-09-22 07:51 pm (UTC)Have not signed up for your Patreon yet - it'll be done when I get a moment to breathe, which isn't easy at the moment - but how *could* you say the Chalet School relocated to Jersey? Next you'll be saying "can" instead of "may"* and those eyes that never needed glasses will be regarding you mournfully.
*I did once write a brief snippet of Miss Annersley meeting Cheezburger Cat.
*clutches pearls*
*swoons*
*remembers I'm supposed to be a Strong Useful Woman, not a Spineless Jellyfish*
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Date: 2015-09-22 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-09-22 09:15 pm (UTC)Jersey was pretty much ignored by EBD. Sark crops up, though.
ETA: Bad Chaletian! Matron will miss the Saturday night entertainment because you will be turning a sheet middle to edges.
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Date: 2015-09-22 09:56 pm (UTC)