Work in progress
Apr. 15th, 2013 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo I was lying on the sofa this morning, underneath a cat, with a coffee at my side and Laurie King's latest Russell/Holmes novel to wallow in (and oh, this one is good: the opening section is a model of technical challenge achieving the status of art) - and the first line of a story occurred to me, as they do, more or less independent of anything. And I played with it for a couple of rubbery minutes in my head - it's kinda like solo squash, you hammer it this way and that, see how it bounces, how it comes back to you - and then I realised how comfortably it fell into my little current collection of things-I-am-writing-about-Steampunk!Mars, so yay. Just what I needed, another unfinished piece of an unconstructed puzzle.
At the moment, then, sit rep, more for my own amusement than your use as it's just titles and first lines:
"The Burial of Sir John Mawe at Cassini": Never did a man hanged see such a funeral.
"With Kipling on Mars": I did perhaps know it to be the greatest day of my young life, when Willoughby called me to his office one morning in early Aquarius.
"The Girl Who Mapped Mars": Any map is an act of autobiography.
HUMAN ENGINES: I didn't know I could be a thief, till I saw Robin.
BROKEN SYMMETRY: "Herver, I would damn your eyes, if you had any."
That's two stories, one novella, a YA and a mystery. Not necessarily in quite that order.
In other news, I am now going to drift downtown in hopes of finding a replacement for the Palace Cafe, which has blocked up all its power outlets in an unmistakable declaration that it no longer wants my custom.
At the moment, then, sit rep, more for my own amusement than your use as it's just titles and first lines:
"The Burial of Sir John Mawe at Cassini": Never did a man hanged see such a funeral.
"With Kipling on Mars": I did perhaps know it to be the greatest day of my young life, when Willoughby called me to his office one morning in early Aquarius.
"The Girl Who Mapped Mars": Any map is an act of autobiography.
HUMAN ENGINES: I didn't know I could be a thief, till I saw Robin.
BROKEN SYMMETRY: "Herver, I would damn your eyes, if you had any."
That's two stories, one novella, a YA and a mystery. Not necessarily in quite that order.
In other news, I am now going to drift downtown in hopes of finding a replacement for the Palace Cafe, which has blocked up all its power outlets in an unmistakable declaration that it no longer wants my custom.