Actually Finishing Something July
How goes progress?
Like a veritable milieu of high language. I have no very clear idea how the next scene in Gingerune is going to unfold, and it doesn't feel like the sort of scene I can just walk into and hope it will come out all right in the end. And inspiration has been a little lax lately. It doesn't help that some of my other Muses have been dragging me off by my hair. But the 500 plunk has seen me through some bad times; I hope to slip into the next scene gingerly (ah ha) within the next day or so and hopefully something will come of it. "So say we all."
I haven't been able to do snippets in a while. The question allowed for two, but I think I will share a little more as a kind of peace offering to you. Enjoy!
You were under the bull’s hooves that time, she thought to herself. Slowly, achingly, she made her flogged body relax. You’ve come out again. Oh God of Mazelin, how many times am I going to be thrown under them?
No fish came, hard as she tried to conjure. Lying on her side, strangely comforted by the street-talk with which Roxane peppered her Earth-Master, Ginger began the long climb back to sanity. She knew it would take a long time: last time she had nearly been crushed by a bull it had taken her over a month to make herself look at a bullock without trembling all over. She knew it would take a long time, but Mazelin did not have a long time. He could not hold her and the world together if he was falling to pieces himself.
With the air of a queen Roxane sprang up into the bed of the car, clutching the high scalloped side with her head turned away from her driver. Teeth set in a silent laugh, Athanassoulis climbed up after her, wrapped the reins around his wrists, and leaned back casually, waiting as Mazelin lifting Ginger into their chariot and got a feel for his team.
Her daughter’s voice turned hard. “If anyone or anything comes, I will rip off their heads with my teeth.”
I think we got much the same impression at the same time: a heap of golden curls, a foreign-style gown heavily embroidered with silver crystals and gold thread, two laughing blue eyes and a prim, mocking mouth smiling at us out of a flawless face. I suppressed the instinct to whistle and glanced at [my master], expecting him to be waving me back. Instead I found a man I had not known before. Always polite, ever the well-bred gentleman’s son, I found [his] heritage of blue blood and feudal supremacy had awoken with a vengeance. The young man stared down at the lady with the flush of possessiveness in his face.
[His father] smiled. “Yes. When we fall for our women, we fall for them hard. Rather fantastic, I take it, is the Lady Jennalaide?”
There was a sound of footsteps behind us. Flinging a desperate glance over his shoulder, [my master] said, “I’ll do my best to keep the tigers at bay. Go on!” And he grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her about—one got a glimpse of a magnificent hour-glass in warm alabaster—and shoved her back into her room.
"I'm not shape-shifting into a woman! There are some things a man draws the line at!"
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How would the main character of your story react if she were introduced to you?
That is really hard to say. I don't know how I appear to other people so I couldn't tell you accurately what Ginger might think of me. My initial impression is that she would not think much of me, really. She might come to appreciate my brain, maybe, if she were excessively charitable... But in general I don't believe I am much to crow about and I doubt anyone, much less someone as frank and disobliging toward women in general as Ginger, would care a penny for me. My only comfort is that I don't believe she would out-and-out despise me.
Introduce us to one or two of the secondary characters in your story.
I'll give you Lysane: typical dark Grecian beauty, locally celebrated flower seller with a promising match with an iron-worker. She is kind, just a little soft in the brain, imminently respectable - everything Ginger is not.
If one of your characters were allowed to choose a super-power, what would it be?
Nothing so easy! Ginger would possess the ability to go from place to place without crossing the distance in between. Where I come from, we call it "world-bending."
We're nearing the end of this summer challenge! Is the completion of your goal in sight?
If I can get through this next scene by the end of July, I will be momentarily satisfied. It shouldn't be too hard; my scenes aren't usually that long. But what with the trip to Scotland happening around the end of August, beginning of September, I may be down-shifting so that I don't stress myself out too much between packing, planning, and plotting. But I think I will manage to make this July a success.
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