Clearly, the cure for a migraine is Livejournal

I've stared at a screen for far too long. Snédgus and Mac Riagla are tap-dancing on my skull. The Men of Ross are keeping time by beating my brow with sticks. Donnchad mac Domnall is threatening to burn me alive in a house...oh, oops, that's what actually happens in my dissertation core texts...

Anyway, rather than doing what any sane person would do when faced with a migraine of such epic proportions, I'm blogging. Yay!

( dreams, writing and music lurk within )

Clearly, the cure for a migraine is Livejournal

I've stared at a screen for far too long. Snédgus and Mac Riagla are tap-dancing on my skull. The Men of Ross are keeping time by beating my brow with sticks. Donnchad mac Domnall is threatening to burn me alive in a house...oh, oops, that's what actually happens in my dissertation core texts...

Anyway, rather than doing what any sane person would do when faced with a migraine of such epic proportions, I'm blogging. Yay!

( dreams, writing and music lurk within )

A breakthrough

I suddenly realised something about all the stories I've been writing. (That'd be Ravenstan, a story set in the same world that is an alt-universe story about the beginnings of Norman involvement in Ireland, my 'Sources' story and my 'strict hierarchy' story.)

They're all set in the same world.

It's a world that is neither wholly imaginary nor an alternative version of our own. Rather, it's a world that is formed out of echoes of, and resonances from, our own world. It's built out of our tropes and dreams and stories and myths. This is most apparent in Ravenstan, where there are 'Flower Children' who are not really flower children, a province called 'Lyonesse' whose capital is 'Tintagil', and a group known as 'those crazed Ilium types' who are essentially Iliad LARPers.

What this all means is another question.

A breakthrough

I suddenly realised something about all the stories I've been writing. (That'd be Ravenstan, a story set in the same world that is an alt-universe story about the beginnings of Norman involvement in Ireland, my 'Sources' story and my 'strict hierarchy' story.)

They're all set in the same world.

It's a world that is neither wholly imaginary nor an alternative version of our own. Rather, it's a world that is formed out of echoes of, and resonances from, our own world. It's built out of our tropes and dreams and stories and myths. This is most apparent in Ravenstan, where there are 'Flower Children' who are not really flower children, a province called 'Lyonesse' whose capital is 'Tintagil', and a group known as 'those crazed Ilium types' who are essentially Iliad LARPers.

What this all means is another question.