The last of Herd Mentality went up, certainly the darkest thing I've ever done.
I should be writing other things, like a comment for regulations.gov But...
Prompt me! Something fun! Laughter! Happy! Sexy! Smutty! Silly! adaese already asked for Otters being knighted. Anyone else?
Do go tell her how awesome she is!! (Maenad is rated R or M so there is that to consider before you go clicking on any links).
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I dithered a long time about posting the final chapter -- the scene with Luke and Mara in her Coruscant Palace room and its aftermath, as well as what I did with some of Leia bothers me now. I've added a warning to the final chapter for dubious consent. It's not physical (Mara could kick Luke's ass from one end of the Palace to another and they both know it), but Luke is really manipulative and psychically abusive and invasive. I still think it makes sense for the characters as written, but it's not a comfortable read and 18 years later, I'd do it differently now.
But after a lot of reflection, I've kept it as it was. Stuff is and was a flawed work of a much younger person but to change it now is beyond my ability, interest, or commitment. PG always got irritated when I tried to change it because in her view those flaws were part of what made Stuff what it was. I don't need to rewrite this past. My commas are still terrible. Stuff brought me closer to a group of people I never would have met otherwise. I learned how fic serves as a glorious framework for interaction and community building.
Something that has been really delightful is to get the occasional comment from the older reader who remembers it. One person went to my newer work when she realized that the author Stuff and the author of Narnia Stone Gryphon series are the same person. I've heard from a few people who remember how it was passed around secretely by file transfer and that they still have it on a disk (from 8 inch to 5.25 to 3.5 to thumb) or printed and how difficult it was to find. I destroyed those disks years ago myself and now I wish I'd kept a few of them.
So, I did what I set out to do which was to make sure that it's posted in a few places and will be there as a marker for a certain place and certain time.
As Luke would say, Stuff is wretched melodramatic space trash. And as Mara would say, we're all entitled to a little trash in our lives.
I wrote the following forstarbrowfor the 3 sentence ficathon:
Star Wars, Luke/Mara, banter
Very grateful for a Master's control, and feeling a little regret for her choice, Luke pushes her long, tickling hair to the side, tries persuasion, and says, "I thought you liked the scars that were lower down."
Mara demonstrates her own mastery of split concentration exercises, bats his mental nudge aside as if it was a fly, and continues her attentions, "I like this scar best because I gave it to you."
[That uncomfortable scene in the final chapter? This is how I'd rewrite it today.]
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Though the beginning is relatively benign and sweet, the story is not. I think it will probably be darker than anything I've done before, including Carrying out my design to shatter the enemies .
Herd Mentality isn't a story about Horse Herd dynamics and Hwin and Rose finding their way. What it is about is given away in the summary, a story about duty and tradition, rights and law, courage, and judgment. For years, I've ducked the issue of where exactly I drew the line on the right of a community to pursue its own beliefs versus the right of a civil authority to protect the individuals in that community from those beliefs. I raised the issue in the very first chapters of Part 1 of TSG and let readers come to their own conclusions. I'm going to try to draw a line here. A huge thanks to starbrow who let me posit the, "Can I really go there? Should I really go there?" and gave me some valuable insights and research links into the critique I am mounting.
It's not for everybody and the next chapter will have some warnings.
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A huge, huge thanks to those who read and reviewed the last chapter. One again, I owe lots and lots to starbrow and pencildragon11 for their gentle encouragement.
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And now we meet John Pevensie. There were about a zillion different ways this encounter could go, with John going from sloppy, drunken, maudlin mess, to suave sophisticate playboy, to absolute monster. I’ve previously said that he was one of the villains of the piece and I’ve obviously backed off from that. He’s a jerk, not excused, but understandable, and so very much a product of his time.
And yes, you are right, George isn’t being especially insightful into his own duplicity, is he?
Character blather below
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From Chapter 20 of Harold and Morgan, Covered with Thorns, I wrote:
Before the frost set in, he'd found reasons to go to places they had not been together. He'd spent a ten-day with Lord Abnur on Galma, done a lot of shopping and even more sullen drinking. Abnur had very wisely given up women over a decade ago and had the blessed benefit of somehow knowing everything, without Edmund saying anything. Abnur had not once asked him to moan about his feelings, had amiably agreed that yes, women are inscrutable, and then there had been the very helpful here, let me pour you another drink. Abnur had even managed the polite no, not this time, and the Edmund, my friend, it's time you went to bed, alone.
Later, nursing a hangover and resentment for her that had dulled to an ache, Edmund realised that Abnur had empathized with how felt terribly wronged he had felt, yet never criticised her.
Abnur was an extraordinary diplomat.
Which then led to a prompt for the 3 sentence ficathon: Narnia, rthverse; Edmund/Lord Abnur; first time
And so we fills by rthstewart and starbrow
Chronicles of Narnia: Edmund/MOC
330 words, more or less
Further reflections on the logistics of human-arboreal relations were cut short, swiftly but decisively, when Lord Abnur (who had been concentrating more on Edmund's hand absent-mindedly brushing his thigh for the past few minutes than on the Narnian King's accounts of thwarted attempts to mate during the pollen season) slid a firm hand behind Edmund's neck and kissed him at great length.
Abnur was an extraordinary diplomat.
Edmund had always assumed nymphs, naiads, dryads, bark, leaf, and water, and eventually, a soft woman, not the lean, hard gentleness of a very generous man. Or perhaps, Edmund mused as he leaned back in the silken pillows and luxuriated in the unexpected, but no less pleasing perspective Abnur posed, he should limit himself in the future to diplomats. Perhaps all diplomats were, like the one next to him in the bed, similarly gifted with so marvelous a mouth and such very clever hands?
And for Starbrow's birthday I now offer the following:
Abnur braced his slicked hands on Edmund's shoulders, leaned down, and gently mouthed his ear to whisper, "Do you not think honeyed-tongued diplomat a sweeter description, my King?"
With a grunt, Edmund rolled over and pulled Abnur down and into his arms, "Why chose, my lord diplomat, when we might have a reciprocal trade agreement of Narnian honey and Galman edible oils."
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