Reynolds, I'm a dangerous-minded man on a ship loaded with hurt. Now, why you got me chatting with your peons?

Womack ,'The Message'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


§ ita § - Jul 07, 2003 11:54:42 am PDT #1510 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

A relative of mine had his wood flooring shipped in from an old house in the South. If you told me that wood remembered, I'd believe you. It's soft enough to sleep on -- it's obviously already magicked.


victor infante - Jul 07, 2003 12:21:44 pm PDT #1511 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

If you have a haunted house, and the house is torn down, what do you suppose happens to the ghosts?

Quite often, the ghosts remain bound to the land. Take "Poltergeist" or any number of "Indian grave yard" stories, for example.

If I understand the alleged metaphysics, it's not the physical place that holds a spirirt, it's the spirit's own sense of being unable to leave, or being bound by some unfinished task, or something like that. All in the ghost's mind.


Katie M - Jul 07, 2003 12:31:15 pm PDT #1512 of 10001
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

Okay, I've heard that song, or a version thereof, but it wasn't called that. What... oh, The Wind and the Rain.


deborah grabien - Jul 07, 2003 12:37:57 pm PDT #1513 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Katie, mine's the one covered by Martin Carthy and (I think) Pentangle as well. The premise - betrayal by one's sibling for love or greed - is a nice old one, but my series is tied to specifically UK-collected songs.

Stone and wood both; I like the concept of Ringan tracking down where some of the original stones went, probably from the hearth floor. The other thing is that there could be a little outdoor storage shed covering some of the original stones.


Betsy HP - Jul 07, 2003 12:39:51 pm PDT #1514 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

The hearth. Absolutely the hearth. That's a powerful, powerful symbol.


deborah grabien - Jul 07, 2003 12:46:33 pm PDT #1515 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Betsy, I think I cross those: the hearthstones are the ones covered by the delapidated storage box in the yard. Down by the river, covered with 150 years or so of London grime....

OK. Filing that one in mental notes.


Deena - Jul 07, 2003 12:47:32 pm PDT #1516 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

But, what did the sister who died care about? It could be bits of the old stable if she loved horses; or the fireplace mantel if she were a homebody; the hearth, as Betsy said; or, perhaps the grand piano or a harp or something in or around the music room if she were musical. A stone gargoyle if she were fanciful. I would think it would be effective to have whatever she's tied to be at least a little illustrative of her personality or interests.


deborah grabien - Jul 07, 2003 12:55:41 pm PDT #1517 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Deena, thing is, the backstory can be set around a) the surface of the song lyric, b) the characters as they develop, and c) the location itself.

Some of the magic elements in the song are going byebye, obviously; talking harps are purely metaphorical in detective fiction.

But the ghost, in this instance, is unlikely to be the drowned sister. She died in the river. The ghost in this instance would likely be the murderess, the younger sister. And what I have to write as the basis of the novel's discovery - the actual story - is what Ringan and Penny find out that the song doesn't tell the world. (edit: including how she died, and how she came to be haunting the house. Was she struck down by the wussy fiance? By her father? Was she a suicide, unable to face arrest and trial? How did the truth come out? I won't know this until I write it.)

But this is several months down the road. Need to finish the third book and there's another one, non-series, that's already three chapters in and on which I'm collaborating, so Matty and that one take precedence.


Dana - Jul 07, 2003 3:05:07 pm PDT #1518 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Loreena McKennit does a version of that song as well.

"Sister, dear sister, pray lend me your hand
And I will give you house and land..."


Rebecca Lizard - Jul 07, 2003 3:12:43 pm PDT #1519 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

t stretches

I just put all (nearly all of) my acrostics here.

A couple of them I posted here, ages ago.