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Aug. 22nd, 2012 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenAfter a rather stressful day at work ("Can you spend several hours on the phone with a firm of Scottish engineers? It'll be just like Christmas dinner with your in-laws!") I went to London this evening and had dinner with the South African Siren! For late arrivals to the party of my endlessly fascinating life, I spent a year living abroad some time ago and for all of that period of freezing cold, culture shock and broadening horizons, the Siren was my dearest friend. She's visiting London on holiday before going on Contiki ("I'm shy and socially awkward and spending thirty-three days going around Europe with total strangers! This will end well!") and what with everything else going on, tonight was all we could manage. She and Shim and I ate pizza and drank wine and laughed a lot and talked about nothing and everything, and then we went to Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross and took pictures of ourselves pushing a luggage trolley into the wall. It was such fun, but now I am sad because my friend is gone and I probably won't see her again for another year or years. See, kids, this is why you shouldn't live in other places. You end up leaving bits of yourself strewn all over the place and life becomes, if not a mournful vacuum, at least a study in mournful hoovering.
I did extract a promise from her to attend at least one of the weddings - and as for the rest, I guess I have to go to South Africa, sometime. I do want to. The world seems to get smaller but never quite small enough.
Anyway. Enough mournful. I love this meme so here I am doing it again, now I seem to be writing:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
(Viaphilomytha.) Oh I should go to bed.
I did extract a promise from her to attend at least one of the weddings - and as for the rest, I guess I have to go to South Africa, sometime. I do want to. The world seems to get smaller but never quite small enough.
Anyway. Enough mournful. I love this meme so here I am doing it again, now I seem to be writing:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
(Via
philomytha.) Oh I should go to bed.
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on 2012-08-24 10:31 pm (UTC)It's set on a humid, glowering summer night edging into a thunderstorm - and of course, it was written on a night just like that, and here I am re-reading it on a night very similar
Despite the inherent violence, it's in some ways the most luminous and yearning sort of weather, so it's really perfect. Thanks for the commentary!