[insert long, rambling excuse here, and wangsting about What A Rotten Specimen Of Humanity I Am, So Very Sorry.] Um. The short version is: life is crazy, as usual, and also there was this one question that I literally could not answer. Not, unfortunately, because it was a Big Secret that I want to keep you lot in suspense over until you're all posting me large boxes of chocolate and begging on bended knee and whatnot: most prosaically, it was because I don't know the answer. I've been trying to figure it out for months, and I haven't gotten much of anywhere. Argh. Considering that the story kind of hinges on this, yeah, bad thing. Oh well. I still have loads of time, right? RIGHT?

(The question in, er, question, was

avendya's "Ian, how did you meet Tuesday?" The short version of the answer is "At the New Bedford Folk Festival, because I (Ian) was attending, and she (Tuesday) and the band were playing, and the Elioty name was nifty, so I thought I'd take a gander. [insert Ian being a music geek and Tuesday going 'so, if you're actually this cool, why do you pretend to be stodgy in front of your students?'] Also, I think she might have stepped on my foot in GIANT HEAVY BOOTS, and proceeded to thoroughly annoy me, but as of yet I have no idea whatsoever how we got to be friends and partners in crime. Er, preventing crime. Especially because she was a bossy little twit. And stepped on me. Again, I have no idea how this led to...anything, especially Teaming Up And Saving The World." The long version is...not being friendly. At all.)

Without further ado: the rest.
  

 

Tags: that question thing, the author speaks!

Er. Yes. This has actually been in the works for some time now, and some of you who read my Xanga may know about it, but otherwise I've been pretty much mum on things. Anyway, enjoy. (Official fandom mix, yeah? I mean, if this were a fandom, which it isn't.)

For this mix, I tried especially to find songs that Ian and Tuesday would have actually listened to (or this is what it turned into; most of it just cropped up organically until I realised I had something of a theme going). Since we have similar musical tastes, this was not especially difficult, but somehow a great deal of the sort of folk music that says Boston to me ended up in here without me really trying very hard about it.

Also, it's not quite in chronological order, but I wanted to have it evolve from the fun, crazy parts of the Ian/Tuesday relationship (romantic and otherwise) to the darker times, and back towards hope again. Therefore, you get the adorable romantic songs before there is actually any romance going on, but putting the cheery songs in amidst the more subdued ones interrupted the flow. anyway, it's my story; I can do what I like. ;D 

edit: Excuse some of the repetition & whatnot, as well as the awkward song descriptions; this was my first official mix and not a very planned-out one (it was sort of a 'hey, look, SONGS! I should stuff them together and let people listen to them!' sort of thing), so, er. Yes. Carry on.

Tags: skyline soundtrack

Er. Yes. Still having a bit of difficulty, mostly with the same question, the answer to which is turning out to be very long and narrative, concerning an event that I am still working out the particulars of. (Also, high-speed is still not installed, and Dad is still using the internet All Day Long. Aiee.) Here's another vignette which I have been working on sporadically for longer than I care to mention, and just finished, um, this afternoon. Another angsty, Tuesday-cam, post-Neil's death sketch.

I wrote this in a sort of writer's duel with midenianscholar while on holiday, emailed it to myself, and just now got around to touching it up. I'm still not entirely satisfied with it--the way Ian gives his 'announcement' is awkwardly written, and I don't know if I've really gotten flight down realistically, but here you are in all its rawness, do with it what you will. Yeah, and suddenly I'm getting Sixpence None The Richer's "Love" vibes--"searching for the union / of death, and then rebirth". Hmm.

(The Answers, Part II, coming soon. Yes. Really.)

 

(  “Flying,” said Tuesday, “is something like death. Or birth. I haven’t decided which.” Ian looked at her askance, watched the way her hands moved eagerly as she spoke, tucking flyaway bits of hair behind her ears and fiddling absently with the ties on her skirt and conducting orchestras of her words in the air. She tilted her head and grinned at him, lopsidedly, daringly. “I could take you up.” )

So. I'm extremely sorry this has taken so long, but my life went a wee bit mad, I turned sixteen, and left on a somewhat abrupt week-and-a-half-long holiday (to Virginia Beach, where I spent several days with midenianscholar, who helped me plot Skyline somewhat). Since then, my father's been looking for work, and has been using the computer much more than usual in his efforts to write out resumes and look up opportunities online. My mother works online moderating several internet forums, so you can imagine that computer usage has been a bit messy hereabouts. (Dad got a new-to-him computer just recently, which he's been using for word processing, but it won't have internet for at least a week yet, as we are--FINALLY--ordering high speed. Now if I only I can manage to scrounge up a computer for myself, we'll all be set!)

Anyway. I'm still not quite finished, but both the questions and the answers themselves have gotten long, so here's Part I. 


Part II coming soon: sooner, I promise, than it took for Part I to materialise.

I'm currently working on a vignette involving Tuesday, angst, and a sweater jumper, as well as a rambley sort of plotting...um...thingummy. Mostly just asking questions which I will probably pose on my personal journal for co-brainstorming. Eventually.

Anyway, the real purpose of this post is this: I need to know my characters better. Therefore, I give each of you the permission to ask Ian, Tuesday, or even Neil three questions. Whoever the question is posed to will answer. The questions can be anything from "what's your favourite food/colour/band/book/brand of toothpaste?" to "what was a definining event in your childhood?" (Or "Neil, what made you first begin to suspect something was going on with Tuesday and Ian?" ...Er. Heh.)

Fire away!

I've done it. I've written Tuesday-POV. In present tense, which is odd, but I write half my fanfiction in present tense, and it comes out more easily that way, generally. This is after Neil's death, obviously, which is still vague, I know, but until I find out who the mysterious and infinitely important "they" are, vagueness is my friend. 

Sort of dorky and sketchy, but it's about time I updated, and I've been having trouble making these two talk to me lately. Also, Tuesday's telekinesis + music was something I wondered about briefly before coming to the following conclusions.

My first decent death scene, I think. This is cause for celebration. Which, yes, sounds horrible and wicked, but such is the way of we authors. Neil is Tuesday's (elder) brother. I have no idea who "They" are just yet, or what happened "the previous night"--probably the usual leaping-from-roof-to-roof thing & all that.

I'm currently working on an addendum to Funeral Black, but this came up out of the blue--no pun intended (I think)--and the addendum, though very clear in my head, is taking its own sweet time getting itself written. I was thinking about cliches today, and Spider-Man, and Harry Potter, and countless other books and films that I love, but that still fall prey to such things, and suddenly Tuesday popped into my head and said incredulously, "Are you giving me the hero speech?" I couldn't help but run with it. The ending's a bit weak, I think, but it's just a sketch, and a vague one, as usual, so I don't feel like worrying about it too much. (I do love slaying cliches mercilessly. Ha ha.)