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Autumn is coming; I can smell it and taste it. Today is fey and wet and windy, and the tree I can see from my window is half orange already. The apple tree is heavy with fruit (and occasionally with cats, as Willow loves to settle on one of the top branches and smirk down at the world), the geese are flying, and I am lighting more candles than is usual even for me, enjoying the urge to pull my gothiest clothes out of the closet (to church yesterday I wore an ankle-length black lace skirt, and a very Edwardian black-with-cream-pattern blouse with black pearl buttons and lace edges, and my black and white stockings, of course), and craving even more psych folk than usual, which is pretty startling, but, you know. Last year the band that defined my autumn was Dark Dark Dark (also Nancy Elizabeth!); this year I suspect The Magickal Folk of the Faraway Tree might be important, rather. (Don't let the name fool you -- while they are very odd-sounding psych folk, they are also quite straightforward and gloriously listenable and accessible; no rambling lyrics that even T.S. Eliot would have trouble figuring out, weird droning melodies that take a lot of getting used to, or anything of that sort. Also, even their record label doesn't seem to know anything about them. I'm posting them on [livejournal.com profile] musicyardsale tomorrow.)

And with autumn, my folklore loving self roars to full strength; I am listening to Tam-Lin on repeat and realising tenfold how and why I love it so very much. It's got one of the best narratives of any ballad, I think -- the story is weird, but clear, and the characters are awfully well-defined for only occupying a few verses. (Okay, a lot of verses. It's a pretty long ballad.) And Janet. I love Janet so much. I love Janet so much that I think I've got to write a full Tam-Lin retelling someday, about Janet, and not Evangeline-in-the-Janet-role. Janet is the precedent for centuries of Awesome Women In Literature. She's like the godmother to girls like Robin McKinley's Harry Crewe and Sherwood Smith's Meliara and Emma Bull's Eddi McCandry -- fierce girls who fight for the people they love without losing their lovingness. One of my favourite things is that Janet saves Tam-Lin, not by grabbing a sword of iron and driving it through the Faerie Queen's heart, but by loving, by not letting the Faerie Queen's illusions fool her, by stubbornly loving Tam-Lin and holding onto him until he's become himself again. Considering that he turned into a snake and a lion and, in some versions, red-hot iron, that takes some hardcore fierceness. (Huh. When I'm doing the Novel climax, I wonder if I could attempt to represent the various aspects of Mr Caruthers' present and former personality as the traditional things Tam-Lin was transformed into in the ballad.) And I love that it takes place on Halloween, and I love the faeries, and the atmosphere of it, no matter the version.

Now, of course, I am no longer terribly irritated with my subconscious for insisting upon turning the Novel into a Tam-Lin retelling, among other things of course. It puts the pieces together ever so much more neatly. It helps to form the circumstances of Mr Caruthers' captivity amongst the vampires, and also leads me to understand that his in-thrall-ness isn't really finished just because the government got him away from the vampires and he's a librarian now. There's something that's keeping him in thrall until he or Evangeline figures out how to break it. That also explains how and why he's the tithe, whatever that means. The vampire woman who originally led him into this mess must be the Faerie Queen role, and maybe she isn't dead (in a manner of speaking... you know what I mean), I don't know. (Related note: what would you lot think of Reynardine as a taken-name by a female vampire?) I am also pursuing the idea that after his several years of dealing with the vampires and messing in dark things far beyond his ken, Mr Caruthers, like Sunshine* -- like Tam-Lin -- is no longer quite human. Maybe he gained some extra senses when he was learning magics from the vampires. He's probably a little harder to kill, anyway. I'm not giving him Sunshine's night-vision because it always made me sad when she has trouble reading and stuff, like Giles' nightmare-come-to-life when he can't read anymore that makes me really, really sad (and unleashes a flood of OMG GILES YOU ARE SO ADORABLE AND I LOVE YOU), but maybe some vampire-like ability similar to that? Not the urge to eat incredibly raw steaks though, ew. I suppose he could have a little of that ability to appear and disappear suddenly and quietly, cos I've always loved that. Maybe some enhanced hearing/smelling/seeing? ("Didn't anybody ever tell you the whole smelling people thing's a little gross?") I don't know, but that explains why the government really wants him on hand.

* Blimey, every time I read that top blurb I shake my head in consternation. If they described Con as "Dracula's hunky Byronic cousin" they clearly did not actually read the book. What part of "skin the colour of rotting mushrooms" and the bit where his laugh is still spine-unhinging terrifying even when he and Sunshine are friends do you not understand? And Sunshine's narration is bloody well not in "the idiom of Britney, J.Lo, and the Spice Girls", for heaven's sake. (Actually, after having read Robin McKinley's blog, I'd say Sunshine sounds an awful lot like a younger, less British McKinley -- biting and clever and well-read and not just intelligent but interested.) Sorry, I get awfully defensive on the subject of one of my favourite novels.

I don't know; looks like I've got to keep writing. Blah, this is hard. But... I've never got so deep into a novel before. I understand the story far better than I have any of my previous tries, and I have fifty pages of in-order story, and an actual half-idea of where it's going to end up. And the research, oh joy, what I swore would never happen to me.
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As I continue work on the Evangeline story, I realise how much I still need and want to learn about the era I'm writing in. It bothers me, for example, that all characters, major and minor, are automatically white in my head, because I don't have any real concept of racial diversity in 1912 England, but there has to have been a fair amount, because this is the British Empire that the sun never sets on, and inter-global travel is just becoming a real possibility with trains and steamships and everything. And if people from the further reaches of the Empire come to London, what roles do they play in society? I also don't really know what it would be like, really, to walk down a main street -- there are vendors, right? What sort of food and wares are they selling? What's the motorcar-to-horse-drawn-carriage ratio? What does everything smell like? What sort of music did people really listen to? (Props for finding popular songs that do not make me want to stab my eyes and ears out; I paged through a book of popular not-folk-songs from the early twentieth century and the lyric quality was atrocious. Clichés breeding like horny rabbits, nauseatingly sentimental concepts, incredibly lame wordplay... awful.) I've found a source for researching food, finally -- my grandmother gave me a cookbook of Yorkshire food, with historical notes and pictures and things, and the author has got a whole series of similar books, one of which is on London. Hurrah! Camilla does a lot of cooking, and the evening meal really is the heart of the Nox family day, and yet I'm still very unsure as to how experimental people got with food back then, how much the cultural exchange affected what people ate -- curries are popular in England now, but were they a hundred years ago? -- how much food cost, how likely desserts or snacks would be, what people ate for cold lunches and things.

As for the I-should-have-known-this-all-along Tam-Lin elements, Evangeline and Mr Caruthers fit pretty strongly into the Janet/Tam-Lin roles. Which reminds me, one of the reasons Tam-Lin is so awesome -- and why, I suspect, it attracts so much exploration in fiction -- is because Janet is one of the earliest kickass heroines of (Western?) fantasy. Janet saves her man. I love it. Also, I remind myself, just because you're exploring it here, doesn't mean you've used up all of your Tam-Lin credits and can't ever write another riff or adaptation -- Robin McKinley did two Beauty and the Beasts, remember? And Beauty and the Beast crops up again in Sunshine, in both obvious and subtle ways. And they're all awesome books. (Only... I am not Robin McKinley. She is way cooler than me, although she may be one of the few people I write faster than.) The vampire woman who coerces young Mr Caruthers into Some Vampire Nonsense is the Faerie Queen, I think, except I also think she's dead(...er) by the time Our Story begins. Maybe all of the vampires operate as the Faerie Queen, because there really are no vampire leaders, although there are probably a few especially powerful or charismatic vampires who are looked up to by the tribes at large.

The tithe... I think I'm getting closer and closer to understanding this bit. The woman on the library steps... I said that I realised she wasn't a warning but a ritual? I'm beginning to understand that she's only the first. I think people start turning up vampirely dead all over London, and this is primarily what Evangeline is recruited to stop -- probably because she was so good at accidentally destroying a whole room of vampires the time they tried to lay siege on the library (still trying to work out why any of that happened). It's something to do with the Industrial Revolution, or the war that maybe only they know is coming (also need so badly to read about the cultural climate that lead to the Great War), and they're trying to stop it happening? Stop it encroaching on their way of, erm, unlife? And Mr Caruthers, for one reason or another or perhaps a whole host of them, is the required -- wow, I was about to say Final Sacrifice, but, um. (Rowsdower Rowsdower Rowsa-rowsa-rowsdower!) And I've always liked the concept at the end of the ballad, where the Faerie Queen turns Tam-Lin into various things and Janet has to keep hold of him, and remember that he is the man she loves, and not to be decieved by the Faerie Queen's illusions, and I'm interested to see what I could do with that in this story, with Mr Caruthers (becoming various versions of himself, past, future, and purely speculative?).

Note: the element in which Janet is pregnant by Tam-Lin is not at all present in this story. In case you were wondering. :/ Also, I'm intrigued by the last line of the ballad, where the Faerie Queen says that if she'd known that all of this would have happened, she would have turned Tam-Lin into a tree -- in my 'verse, trees are sort of the antithesis of evil magic, which is why wooden stakes kill vampires. Trees equal life.
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Well, bugger.

Remember how I said some months ago that this story was not going to be a retelling of Tam-Lin with vampires, although it totally works? Because there are so many other things going on already and I was concerned the impact of a ballad retelling would be swallowed up in it? 

Clearly my subconscious was lying to me. And is now having a good laugh at my expense.

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(Also I may have started up an icon journal, because I have been making them rather a lot lately. Er... do join?)

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Foremost on the list of Things Which Would Be Nice About Now is: a fire. Possibly in the middle of my bedroom floor, so long as it is safely contained and not likely to burn anything it isn't supposed to (thereby rendering us unable to get our deposit back), and, primarily, warm and cosy. I could roast marshmallows. Or tasty sausages. Or, more importantly, my hands, which keep having to be reminded that, yes, they do have nerves in them. (I got a pair of fingerless gloves WITH FINGERS yesterday however; we will see where this takes us. Why do they still call them fingerless when they've got half-fingers? Or do those not count as fingers? Anyway, they let less air in and are quite rocking.) 

I've been having difficulty motivating myself to post, not because there is Some Great Dire Thing or because I have a ridiculously complicated thing to write out, but... because I have been. Well, I've had difficulty motivating myself to do much of anything lately (moreso than usual, I mean, which is to say BAD). Ugh. I seem to be rather more depressed than I am actually noticing.

So, Rabbit Hole Day! That was fun; I'm glad you all liked it; it was fun to write. I was feeling a bit sad, because I had jumped on the bandwagon really late at night, so I thought that nobody I knew would be able to do it, but three of you did! and it was marvellous! 

Here is [livejournal.com profile] sartorias' entry, from which I learned of this holiday (and gorblimey, is it gorgeous). And here are other people's entries that she gathered. (She is, by the way, the fantastic author Sherwood Smith, and her blog is a delicious repository of stimulating discussion and thought.) And, on my own f-list: [livejournal.com profile] lady_moriel's elevator takes her to unexpected places; [livejournal.com profile] aohdwyn learns a new way to make cupcakes; and [livejournal.com profile] cails runs into a mysterious stranger. I think this is the best holiday ever, and I should absolutely do it again next year, even if everyone will know by then. (It's a really fascinating exercise, too, especially trying to make it believeable in the beginning, drawing on elements of your actual life and seeing how you can develop them into something fantastical or surreal. I loved that I already had this practically mythological Mysterious Boy, too. It was great. Also, I have learned decided, he is almost certainly Tam Lin, but Janet is not, alas, me; Janet is the pretty red-headed girl at the bakery he was so often conversing with.) 

Stuff Which Has Happened: acquired warm fingerless gloves, had a grand time with Jonathan and then Jonathan + gang having stimulating discussions, making peppermint patties (messy beyond all reason, but delicious), and watching The Dark Knight, which... I somehow forgot how excellent a film it is. I really, really love Christopher Nolan's directing (someday I ought to see Memento, too), although it's difficult for his films to be personal favourites because they're sort of -- distant? I don't love Nolan the filmmaker in nearly the same way that I love Joe Wright and Mira Nair. It's difficult to quantify, because they do get very intimate -- I like that Dark Knight gets involved enough in characters and motivations that it doesn't lose itself in a sea of Epicness, and The Prestige (magic! science! Victoriana! NON-LINEAR TIME!) is full of the small human moments that I love, but they're still -- cold? I love them, but at the same time we both hold each other at arm's length. Hmm. But blimey, I think my favourite thing of all of my favourite things about his films is the way they're cut together. He juxtaposes scenes and cuts away from scenes in ways that are gorgeous and right and sometimes very unsettling -- often he cuts away in the middle of some kind of explosive action, so that you find yourself holding your breath.

Have not been writing much. Should look to this, yes. I am trying to at least get one complete and reasonably organised chapter of the Evangeline story written -- and am also attempting to apply Occam's razor to plot theories (in its most simplified and condensed form: the simplest solution is probably the answer), which may even get me somewhere (! -- ?). Perhaps perhaps. Only there seems to be no simplest answer to 'why are vampires suddenly specifically a threat?', does there? Why do all of my favourite storygerms come with such convoluted plots? My muse ought to know that I am very bad at this.

And! Vienna Teng has got a music video at last, for 'Gravity', and it is lovely and fascinating and good heavens what a completely marvellous dress she has got. My favourite thing, though, is the joy in her face when she sings. Oh Vienna.
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They say it's the coldest winter in seven years. No kidding, says I, but, stupidly intrepid as ever, I drape myself over with scarves and wraps and set out to brave the cold. Sometimes a bite of fresh chocolate is worth the trouble. (Sometimes it's just one of those days.) It's very cold, very very very cold, pardon me while I cease to be capable of thinking about anything else! There are hardly any people out downtown, and everything's got that odd, post-apocalyptic look to it, so that, if you are me, you start to have really odd thoughts, like, what if time's been frozen just like everything else? And if you are even a little superstitious in that way, you start peering into places where people tend to be, and are both relieved and disappointed to find that they are still there, doing people things, not stilled like flies in amber, in the midst of taking clothes out of the dryer, or ordering a sandwich, or taking down a window display. (And then you feel a little silly and start thinking Grown-Up Thoughts to make up for it.)

So I'm walking home, chocolates in hand (if I could describe Hockman's peppermint truffles, I would, but words crumble before their splendour; hang silly weak ambrosia, what they eat in the lands of the gods are homemade peppermint truffles), and the wind's gotten a bluster to it, blowing drifts of snow over the sidewalk, and birds keep flying over the church steeples and the skeletons of trees, and it's one of those days when I think, if only Neil Gaiman were writing my life...

So when a dark figure ploughs straight into me, it almost feels exactly right, except for the bit where I'm on the pavement and it's cold and my chocolates have just gone everywhere, and ow. (Also the bit where it is manifestly his fault, because someone being clumsier than me probably means the entire universe has gone off balance.) Only then I look up and good heavens it's him. The world abruptly ceases to make any kind of sense.

His hair is actually significantly nicer up close. So is his coat.

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