Damn, this is a good topic.

Liese, that was gorgeous. Going to go dig out my mythbook again. There was this one pinnacle of rock, somewhere, that has a Spiderwoman attached to it. She was a bit of a tragic villainess, iirc. I loved that story.

The thing I like about the Venus of Willendorf is that all, and I mean all, the earliest experiments with fired clay figurines were females. It's all that's been found in the earliest kiln sites in Europe. Men weren't such a big deal, then. Stick it in your eye, Adam!

According to the people at Terra Studios where I got my dragon Bruce, it's traditional to include a unique little "kiln god" with every firing. Some anthropomorphic, most at least zoomorphic. They don't show up in this picture, but they are displayed on the rail in front of their pottery building.

Stick it in your eye, Adam!

Damn right. I'm thinking along the lines of, yo, Fig Leaf Boy! Just eat the apple and shut up, you passive-aggressive dimwit.....

Stick it in your eye, Adam!

Oh, I know. This story is all, she was this amazing baby that they found (she's not even credited with specific male parentage, she just exists) and she grew up really fast, and then she had her first period, and they created this ritual, and then she had her second period, and they created that ritual. The sun doesn't even get to impregnate her directly; it happens via a stream, thus the whole Child Born of Water thing.

Her twins are male, but then they spend all their time chasing after their absentee and potentially adulterous father and well, slaying monsters.

I barely know the stories, and of course, there are all these differing versions, what with the oral tradition and all, but they're just so lovely.

It's all so very definitely matriarchal. And the whole society really, really is. I was (and continue to be) startled by the expectations of me as the female head of household.

I liked your take on it. It gave the female more agency. I like origin myths, they tell you a lot about a culture.

Part of me wants to write something using the Dreamtime or Dawntime.

Part of me wants to grit my teeth and write the #$$#$ long form synopsis for London Calling.

Oh, and Lyssa passed on R&RNF. Not "gripping" enough for her.

Onward.

I got my first agent rejection on the new project today: "Although your work sounds intriguing, I'm sorry to say that I don't believe I am the right agent for you."

Oh well. Her loss. One down, 40 or 50 to go.

I'm sorry, Susan. I have a stack of rejection letters here from publishers, and I'm not at the point where I can say it's their loss. I keep reading them and thinking, "I suck."