…well, guess I’m writing a 5,000-word interlude about Peggy, then.
(Peggy signs up for the Auxiliary Territorial Service in the spring of 1941, the same day John’s mother calls her, crying, with news of the telegram––“Oh, I see,” she says, and the next thing she knows she’s hung up the telephone, put on her hat and gloves, and joined the Army.)
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
[It’s still Sunday in AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE, NOT TO MENTION STEVE ROGERS. So this still counts, right?]
When the radio dissolves into static, General Phillips comes to stand at her side, arms crossed over his chest. Peggy feels like she should say––something, anything––but her mind has dissolved into static, too.
“It’s a terrible loss,” Phillips says finally, to her left shoulder. Then he adds, “And a damn shame,” to her right.
“Yes,” she agrees, and goes to take ten deep breaths and fix her face in the lavatory mirror. There’s still a war on, she reminds herself; grief is an indulgence she cannot afford.
[ALSO THIS FIC HAS A NAME NOW. I AM SO EXCITED. IT’S, LIKE, A PRETTY GREAT TITLE, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF. AND I DO!]
I AM SO MAD I AM NOT ASLEEP
Hey! Sorry for delayed reply. Work keeping me busy and exhausted.
So… to be honest I’m not crazy about that fatalistic view of our conversations? For one thing I’m pretty sure we’ve conceded many points to each other and just not noticed it because we both pretty readily concede points to each other (or so it’s seemed so far). But also, if I value our ability to disagree with each other intelligently, it’s because it usually ends up in illuminating discussions that challenge my beliefs and force me to examine them more closely, not because it makes it easier for us to throw up our hands and walk away (which obviously we have to do sometimes, especially considering jobs and such. And also, as you can plainly see from the length of my response below, because shit is getting out of hand. Also also, I think Wilde is a wonderful writer, and if you think authors are dead and also don’t care about ideas, I’m not sure what we’re debating?) But that said:
[snip for length!]
A) I was joking about our conversations, no worries! We agree more than we disagree - it’s just that we do end up at odds often enough that I find it kind of funny!
B) THIS IS A LOT OF WORDS YOU GAVE ME. DAMN.
C-1) I still don’t really get what you’re going for here??? Sorry, dude. Those definitions of precise and imprecise/ambiguous don’t really make sense to me!
That said, “He’s always seemed extremely good at conveying sentiments, atmospheres, experiences and certain specific kinds of ideas, but he’s seemed very sloppy in other ways. He’s always struck me as a writer who shapes his worldview in opposition to what he sees and likes or (more often) dislikes about his surroundings, and not so much on the merits of those ideas themselves.”
Yes, I suppose that’s somewhat true? I guess I don’t see why it’s a failing, though. And Wilde was also quite devoted to his particular principles - the old Keatsian refrain of Art, Truth, Beauty, blah blah blah. These come through in his work again and again, and I assume have merit on the scale you’re judging this by!
C-2) The author is dead except when you’re talking about him, man. We’re not talking about a specific work; we’re talking about patterns of thought within his works, and that requires an understanding of the historical context, I think. That’s why I keep harping on the Aesthetic Movement, etc., etc.
But I don’t really…get what point you’re making here? That he’s a sloppy expresser? Okay, he’s a sloppy expresser, in this particular way. The rest of it is falling into intellectual history territory and I do not know enough about it/do not care enough about it in this context to have an opinion. Your argument sounds legit to me, though depressingly cynical.
(However, I will say, re: I’m not really impressed by Wilde critiquing the idea of morality by using Victorian England as his counterexample, that wonderful impeccable paragon of virtue that gave us the Opium Wars and the twenty million death toll thereof - yeah, obviously, but Wilde was a well-off, fairly privileged dude safe in his own bubble in 19th century England; he did not have tumblr to provide him with a privilege checklist. What else was he supposed to do?)
C-3) I don’t know how else to say this. Um––Wilde being misleading means people talked about his work. This was, presumably, Wilde’s goal. Later on, it meant people kept talking about his work. If Wilde were straightforward, people would have not have kept talking about his work and all the ideas under its surface. Therefore, Wilde being misleading is at least equally important as the ideas he was expressing, because what use are ideas if no one’s talking about them?
Really, remembering boxes of painkillers shouldn’t be so very
hard for me. This: my own fault. I should never have let myself
run low; it’s hardly the worst thing I’ve ever had happen, but still––it was
foolish, and, frankly, was dumb. I know better than that. Woe! WOE!
finished vid, revived my extremely rusty CSS skills, and finished formatting/coding the first half of this story (I know myself; even with editing still to go, it’s better to get the technical parts out of the way because I get really impatient when I’m ready to post and will not want to go through and do things properly) - I’M GETTING THROUGH THIS WRITERLY SLUMP AND BACK INTO EXCITED TERRITORY AGAIN
Anonymous said: I am old as balls (dean's age!) and grew up in the Midwest. Ac/Dc was the first word I heard for bisexuals--or people who go both ways, as I heard it--when I was 10. I feel like dean would definitely be aware of this.
HI OLD AS BALLS,
this is good news and i am overjoyed to hear it
here’s hoping young dean heard someone say it somewhere sometime and was like “……..cool"
AND SO IT SHALL BE, FOR SO IT HAS BEEN.
Project: Sherlock-Paul Simon mashup is well underway! So far, five of the eleven songs on Graceland have been claimed… which is a lot faster than I expected. But there’s still time to jump on board, if you’re interested! Just reblog and add your name next to the song
The track listing is below; you can see which songs have been claimed and which are still open. Lyrics for every song on the album are here (thanks to shinysherlock for the link) and a youtube playlist of the full album is here (each video has lyrics as well).
also: if you aren’t interested in participating but you have followers who might be, please do me a solid and reblog for the signal boost - I think it would be really neat if to bring together writers who haven’t necessarily crossed paths before.
I first posted about this a few weeks ago, suggesting that it could be fun to take a leaf out of redscudery's notebook and do another album-based fic collection, based on Paul Simon's album Graceland. A fair number of people expressed interest… so let's do it!
If you’re interested in participating, reblog and add your name. (If you’re not interested in participating but are kindly disposed toward the project, please reblog for the signal boost! I’d love it if this project ends up drawing contributions from a wide range of people.) If you can take a minute to go through the reblog history and add your name to the most current version of the list, that’s great… but I will reblog in any case in a few days, with everyone’s names filled in.
1) The Boy in the Bubble - redscudery
2) Graceland - onethousandhurrahs
3) I Know What I Know - tiltedsyllogism
4) Gumboots -
5) Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes -
6) You Can Call Me All -
7) Under African Skies - tomato-greens
8) Homeless - doctornerdington
9) Crazy Love, vol. II - shinysherlock
10) That Was Your Mother -
11) All Around The World or The Myth of Fingerprints -
I figure that we’ll set a tentative deadline of… I dunno, September 15th? It can be earlier or later, whatever works best for the participants.
* I want to stake only a tentative claim to this song… I have a fairly well-formed idea for it, but I’m not especially attached to writing it, so if you really want the song, go ahead and claim it.
"Under African Skies" for me! :)
OH SHIT ALBANIANS MAKE KOFTA NICE
HELL YEAH WE DO
'SCUSE ME, I DON'T REALLY KNOW YOU, BUT QOFTE IS WORTH SCREAMING ABOUT
IN NORTH INDIA KOFTA IS USUALLY MADE OUT OF PANEER, MAYBE GIVE THAT SHIT A TRY, THO IDK HOW MUCH FAMILY RESEMBLANCE THERE’D BE
THAT SOUNDS DELISH!!!!!!!
Paneer is actually pretty easy to make. MAYBE I WILL GIVE IT A TRY.
…UGH, JUST GIVE ME ALL THE FOOD! RIGHT NOWWWWWWW.
I made this a while back to try and illustrate a point I was making about mental illness; I just ran across the file and thought it might be helpful to other people, too.
Caveat lector: I am not a trained mental health professional; this is based on my own experiences; this will not and is not intended to express the full range of moods experienced by people with mental illness or people without mental illness.