So, Midgets!
Aug. 8th, 2002 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strange_aeons982 words day before yesterday. Yesterday I wrote an even six hundred and went to bed, defeated; half an hour later I got up, tore out the last 240 or so, and the final count is 809, so I consider that day a success even if I did get to bed at around nine in the morning. Ugh. I've been noodling enthusiastically over ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elynne's idea about my whining below (not the one about Peeps, the other one), though not directly to her because I've been lazy and/or distracted, and not quite productively yet, but I've got a few thousand words before I have to worry directly. While I'm not certain what the party would do with an additional humanoid just now, I do know that they acquire another member later, the doppelganger Sweeney, uh, put out of commission while he and Rook were still in Underground, and it would be interesting if the caravan people gave it to them. Not sure how to arrange that. Maybe the priestess declaring that she owes Rook a favor (which is liable to give Sweeney the creeping whimwhams). Hmm.
... aaand my cat demonstrates the usefulness of the 'sprack' meme.
I've also been noodling at my critters, below. Not twenty-four hours a day any more, but a fair bit. I have successfully subverted my own impulse to commit wingedness, because that would just be Going Too Far, though it would sort of explain how the females climate-control their male young — they're the hairiest of the sexes and have a sort of mane down their backs; if their young were sufficiently altricial to hang onto this mane, they could be further insulated by the wings, which would of course be vestigial in females and quite probably janitors as well.... But no. I like the mane idea, though. And I'm pondering how weird a back pouch would be.
Skinemax is threatening me with A.I., which sort of explains why HBO — which owns Cinemax — has been playing D.A.R.Y.L. recently. In a twisted, wrong sort of way.
I've been pondering sexual stereotypes again, and it occurred to me the other night what a profoundly different-from-human sexual dynamic I'm working with here. With humans, one has — to reduce it to its most ridiculously simplified form — the sex that wants and the sex that is wanted. Except in this case I have one sex with both of these qualities, and two other sexes' worth of people who want to be all fucked up emotionally too.
Oh, and I think females have one or two kids at a time. I have no segue for that.
elynne's idea about my whining below (not the one about Peeps, the other one), though not directly to her because I've been lazy and/or distracted, and not quite productively yet, but I've got a few thousand words before I have to worry directly. While I'm not certain what the party would do with an additional humanoid just now, I do know that they acquire another member later, the doppelganger Sweeney, uh, put out of commission while he and Rook were still in Underground, and it would be interesting if the caravan people gave it to them. Not sure how to arrange that. Maybe the priestess declaring that she owes Rook a favor (which is liable to give Sweeney the creeping whimwhams). Hmm.... aaand my cat demonstrates the usefulness of the 'sprack' meme.
I've also been noodling at my critters, below. Not twenty-four hours a day any more, but a fair bit. I have successfully subverted my own impulse to commit wingedness, because that would just be Going Too Far, though it would sort of explain how the females climate-control their male young — they're the hairiest of the sexes and have a sort of mane down their backs; if their young were sufficiently altricial to hang onto this mane, they could be further insulated by the wings, which would of course be vestigial in females and quite probably janitors as well.... But no. I like the mane idea, though. And I'm pondering how weird a back pouch would be.
Skinemax is threatening me with A.I., which sort of explains why HBO — which owns Cinemax — has been playing D.A.R.Y.L. recently. In a twisted, wrong sort of way.
I've been pondering sexual stereotypes again, and it occurred to me the other night what a profoundly different-from-human sexual dynamic I'm working with here. With humans, one has — to reduce it to its most ridiculously simplified form — the sex that wants and the sex that is wanted. Except in this case I have one sex with both of these qualities, and two other sexes' worth of people who want to be all fucked up emotionally too.
Oh, and I think females have one or two kids at a time. I have no segue for that.
