Now I’m not saying this is how it happened, and I’m not saying it didn’t happen that way. If you look at the journals for that day, you don’t see anything that interesting. But a few tipsy whispers say otherwise.
Asta’s journal from this particular October, 1968:
Attended Corina’s wedding to a lovely young man – Anthony.
Met a wonderful woman, Anthony’s great-grandmother Margaret. Shall have to get together with her sometime to exchange recipes – and perhaps knitting patterns.
There was a bit of a scuffle at the wedding –
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I found this thing: http://kittyspace.org/leviathan0.html and I’m gonna play with it because I’m finding it instructional!
4. STUDY YOUR CONFLICT
The conflict in Into Lannamer is three-tiered.
Primary is the conflict between Rin & Girey: She wants to save his life; he wants to return to freedom in the south.
Secondarily is the conflict between Rin/Girey and everyone who wants to stop them from going somewhere – or anywhere.
On the same level as this but separate is the weather. They leave the south in the middle of the rainy season and will end up in the north in the cold season. The weather’s going to be an issue.
This conflict comes about because the two nations have been at war longer than there have been nations, because Girey is very full of himself, because Rin is very bad at explaining herself and not interested in negotiation, because they both have meaning to their respective people & enemies beyond the meaning they have to themselves. Rin wants a project; Girey just wants to go home, even if home doesn’t exist anymore.
“5. OUTLINE YOUR STORY
No, seriously. Outline your story.”
Okay. 🙂 /goes off to do that/
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After Tangles and Knots, Snarls and Combs. Stranded World has a landing page here.
Autumn took a long, hot shower, paying for a motel room to do it in, taking the time and the soap and a brush from the dollar store. It was the end of Faire season. It was the end of her and Tatters, and she still hadn’t quite processed that. It was… it was time to clean up all the old marks.
She washed every piece of ink off of her skin, scrubbed the skin raw where the ink had stained, washed herself until she felt, should she do more, she would have to start quoting MacBeth.
She dressed herself in clothes cleaned every bit as thoroughly although, because it had been at the laundromat, with slightly less soliloquy. She left her van with a friend she still trusted, rented the smallest car she could find, and started driving.
It did not occur to her until quite some time later that she was running away. But, skin bare of connections, clothing bare of scents and memories, she had detangled herself from both the heartache and the embarrassment and now she felt she just had to keep going until the strands shook loose from her.
When she reached the Pacific, she finally felt as if she could breathe again.
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