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Some reasons why I should not be writing this Resurrection thing
Some reasons why I should never have made this Resurrection thing into a series, most of which illustrate Why Arthur should be the Once and Future King of America.
1. I have no idea how to make people speak in British English. I speak in a garbled version of American English, so that's all I can manage. Feel free to point out egregious and/or laughable differences. Though be warned, too much mocking and I may just have to go back to "Tools of the Trade" and change that handy explanation of how the knights can suddenly read and speak English (magic, you know), and make it speak American English. Why on earth would the magic make them speak American English, you might ask. Why not? It makes as much sense as anything else going on. Probably. Shut up.
2. I have no idea wherefanboy's Leighton D'Aubigny's house is. It's like a secret hideout, so secret that even I can't find it. Whatever. And you probably noted how I cleverly did not mention a name for the city that Arthur and Lancelot stroll around in "Out on the Town." I'm so subtle. This is all partly because I know nothing about England except vaguely where some battles happened pre-1700 and partly because I don't like making up my mind.
3. I know nothing about British politics except that Tony Blair is W's lapdog. And there are something called "MP"s that are not military police. What is Arthur's plan (or is it Merlin's plan?) to take control of the government? It's all comfortingly vague in my mind, like a hungry but sleeping lion. Please do not poke it.
4. I disturbed several of my long-suffering multi-national friends who have no idea what I'm up to with questions like--"do they have soap operas in England?" And--"what's a more polite term for bathroom in British English than loo--or is loo polite?" They're beginning to give me very strange looks. They may start avoiding me soon.
5. I know nothing about guns. Nor am I particularly interested in learning. I'm afraid if I type something like "guns most deadly" into Google the FBI will wiretap my phone and start secretly monitoring my internet activities (though they may already be doing so, given my dangerous subversiveness, illustrated by activities such as donating money to earthquake victims and saying things in public like I don't agree with the president and that he's both evil and a moron). They'll be bored to death, but who knows when I might decide to, I don't know, get a supreme court nomination, and then the whole world will hear tapes of me on the phone with my mom whining priceless lines like, "But moooom, I don't waaannnt to." Nor do I want the senate judiciary committee reading aloud certain parts of my fic on national tv. There are some things about your hobbies that your parents just should not know. And, dude, I get embarrassed sitting in the same room with them when there’s a sex scene on tv.
6. I have trouble planning my weekend much less coming up with a coherent plot that will lead to exciting things that make sense. Sense? Hah! No part of this thing makes sense. I think my brain is breaking. Shut up.
More to come, I'm sure. Look, I'm not pointing any fingers, but we all know whose fault this is. :p
And, yes, I am procrastinating again. On several, diverse levels, even.
1. I have no idea how to make people speak in British English. I speak in a garbled version of American English, so that's all I can manage. Feel free to point out egregious and/or laughable differences. Though be warned, too much mocking and I may just have to go back to "Tools of the Trade" and change that handy explanation of how the knights can suddenly read and speak English (magic, you know), and make it speak American English. Why on earth would the magic make them speak American English, you might ask. Why not? It makes as much sense as anything else going on. Probably. Shut up.
2. I have no idea where
3. I know nothing about British politics except that Tony Blair is W's lapdog. And there are something called "MP"s that are not military police. What is Arthur's plan (or is it Merlin's plan?) to take control of the government? It's all comfortingly vague in my mind, like a hungry but sleeping lion. Please do not poke it.
4. I disturbed several of my long-suffering multi-national friends who have no idea what I'm up to with questions like--"do they have soap operas in England?" And--"what's a more polite term for bathroom in British English than loo--or is loo polite?" They're beginning to give me very strange looks. They may start avoiding me soon.
5. I know nothing about guns. Nor am I particularly interested in learning. I'm afraid if I type something like "guns most deadly" into Google the FBI will wiretap my phone and start secretly monitoring my internet activities (though they may already be doing so, given my dangerous subversiveness, illustrated by activities such as donating money to earthquake victims and saying things in public like I don't agree with the president and that he's both evil and a moron). They'll be bored to death, but who knows when I might decide to, I don't know, get a supreme court nomination, and then the whole world will hear tapes of me on the phone with my mom whining priceless lines like, "But moooom, I don't waaannnt to." Nor do I want the senate judiciary committee reading aloud certain parts of my fic on national tv. There are some things about your hobbies that your parents just should not know. And, dude, I get embarrassed sitting in the same room with them when there’s a sex scene on tv.
6. I have trouble planning my weekend much less coming up with a coherent plot that will lead to exciting things that make sense. Sense? Hah! No part of this thing makes sense. I think my brain is breaking. Shut up.
More to come, I'm sure. Look, I'm not pointing any fingers, but we all know whose fault this is. :p
And, yes, I am procrastinating again. On several, diverse levels, even.
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Well, you could set Leighton's estate in Buckinghamshire, right next to Croft Manor, LOL! No, set in in Canterbury, Kent.
I do think that New Labour needs a new face, after what Tony Blair's recent policies have done to the party.
I can just see Gawain and Gaheris bemoaning the current sorry state of the plotline to Eastenders, and having to switch over to watch Footballers' Wives.
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I had wanted to write a scene where certain of the knights were upset over having to go out and miss their daily viewing of General Hospital, but perhaps Eastenders can serve as a substitute. I need to start watching BBC America or something--solely for research purposes, of course.
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And guns. We'll have to discuss what the coolest guns are sometime. Because just typing that sentence sort of makes me go wtf am I thinking.
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Hmm, your cursor only disappears when one starts typing. Must figure our why, though it's probably some weird inherent textinputbox wonkiness.
Oh, got an extra hardcover copy of Amalgamation Polka., the Stephen Wright book I flipped over (Michiko Kakutani hated it, Laura Miller loved it, both in separate reviews in the Times, so go figure) If you're interested, let me know, and I'll mail it right over.
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Yeah, the cursor thing is totally confusing, but somehow it seems less annoying now. Don't know.
Oh--I would love to read the book (I shall have to check out the reviews), although I might not be able to get to it for a while (I'm not allowed to start another book until I finish Homer, and now that Patroklos is dead, I am just dragging my feet through the last few books), so no rush. I can reimburse you for postage. Is the lj address in your user info the one to use?
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I just love both EastEnders and Footballers' Wives, totally got hooked on that show thanks to BBC America. Stoopid TV, be less addictive!!!
Jen
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I may have to pump you for plot lines at some point. :P
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And yes, I am proud and excited that it's roughly my fault you had these thoughts in the first place. *grins evily*
I love you for this crack! You know it. It's wonderful - don't doubt yourself - and remember that I love it when you're annoyed. Maybe you can kill me instead of Arthur. *snort* And I do know some things about weapons - I have a good friend who's in the National Guard and does weapons as his specialty. Let me know if you have questions. :p
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Yes, I know you are addicted to the crack and that does keep me writing it. : ) I'm done with the next Rites fic--it just needs some editing--so then I'll have to go back to the crack. Is it wrong that I keep thinking of the frying pan commercial?
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PeeK
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Yes, vagueness is my friend. I have never touched a gun in my life, and while I have no problem with them in a fictionalized context, I'm happy to keep it that way.
Glad you're enjoying the fic--it's great to hear that, it keeps me motivated. : )
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