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[kittydesade]

メアリーさんは何て言ってた？
今週は忙しいって。
今晩は勉強するって。
トムさんときょこうさん（？）はつきあうって。
ゆうべは三時間ねたって。

さとうさんはりこんしたって。
アルバイトをやめたって。
六月にEnglandにかえるって。


And now I know I need never, ever, ever read Cassandra Clare. Unless she develops a style that I'm more inclined to enjoy. Goddamn. I read the excerpt and twitched away automatically. It's a very, very rare occurrence that I'll go out of my way to read something quite that purple. Usually these days it involves authors named Jacqueline Carey, and I haven't quite figured out why.

... wait, she's a Clarion Workshop Teacher?? There went all my enthusiasm for going to that Clarion thing, right out the window. Perfect swandive down to the pavement and an inevitably messy death at a stock angle, with the requisite noir rain streaming down in a ragged circle around the vague body of my hopes and no, not really. I'd heard of Clarion and I'd heard it was good but, um. No. I refuse to take lessons from Cassandra Clare.

Anyway. This is supposed to be my writing meditation, not my writing ranting.

Long Road still feels far too internal, although I might just need to be a little more vivid and varied in my descriptions (which is a later problem) and next chapter I deal with them and the outside world anyway, which should solve a lot of my initial problems. So, we'll work that one out and see where it lands me. Triumvirate I'm having to juggle far too many guns, but I think I can manage to organize it maybe in list form so that I have them all lined up and ready to fire at the right time. I think.

The rest of it is coming along fabulously. Black Ice needs to stop writing itself when I'm not looking and/or when I don't need to write that part of it. But all of my fanfics are coming along too! Specifically J3 and the utter pile of everything Robert Carlyle related. But I don't have an obsession. Not at all. I swear.