Today--1350 words (and perhaps more, later; we'll see)
Hardest part about writing in a pre-existing time space (if mythological) is the details. Can I describe something as looking like a wine cask? Did the Norse have wine? If not, what did they have? Repeat with similar questions ad infinitum. Everything is filtered through the narrator's mind, so it has worded the way he would think.
I'm just going to have to barrel along, and fix the mistakes as I do my research.
Speaking of which, I have books! Lots of books! This bunch came in on Thursday, and when I got around to looking through it I found I'd forgotten I'd ordered half of them. Hee. Am delighted to see that Quentin Blake (the guy who illustrated Roald Dahl's books) did the pictures for the Edward Eager books. Also picked up some of the research books and Viking fiction type things from the library on my way home this afternoon. Haven't cracked them yet. All in good time.
Go see Dirty Pretty Things. Great movie. Bleak and real but still managing to leave you feeling hopeful.
Toronto Film Festival's coming up in a month. Want to go to something. Don't want to have to line up for hours to get tickets. :P At least this year I won't be starting a full-time school year at the same time. We'll see.
Oh, and read Coraline today. Rather liked it. Hadn't gotten my expectations up, and it certainly didn't disappoint me. (Nice the way that works. ;)) Since I have no Loki's Boy excerpts I feel like posting, I'm going to share my favourite passage from Coraline instead:
The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said.
"No?" said Coraline.
"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
Which ties in neatly with a scene later when she asks a ghost child who he is, and he replies that he doesn't remember his name, as if that were the only way he could possible answer the question of "Who are you?"
Which makes me wonder...
If someone asked you who you were, and you could say anything but your name, what would you tell them?