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rthstewart asked for E or G or H:
E. Share one of your strengths.
Oh hard one! I am... not sure what my writing strengths are! I think sometimes I do a good job at capturing the feel of canon, even what I'm writing is pretty far from canon. One story I thought this went well in is Beth Finds the Palace Beautiful which is a cracky premise (Little Women in spaaaaaace!) but I really wanted to make it feel like the original canon, even though I had changed so much up.
G. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
Okay, this is from Sing Down the Stars, and I'm putting it behind a cut, because it spoils the ending of the story.
"We're waiting," Carew says, a sly smile on his face. "Show us your proof that you are the son of Caspian and Alecto." And by the smug look Favian is wearing, Rilian realizes that they think he is trapped, that there is no proof he can offer beyond his face, his clear resemblance to his father and forefathers. And by calling that into question, they think they have already won.
But they are wrong. Rilian is the son of kings, but he is also a son of the stars. He tosses his head back, staring up at the night sky, and begins to sing.
He sings the songs his mother taught him, the songs he learned all those nights in his childhood, the songs naming each star in the sky. He sings to them, calling to his family, drawing them down. And when he finishes his song, there are stars on earth surrounding him, tall beautiful people with fierce faces, all shining and brilliant and terrible to look at.
The crowd is silent now, hushed and reverent as they gaze at the stars surrounding Rilian. And Carew and Favian and his supporters are all staring with open mouths, and many look ashamed.
"There," Rilian says, and his voice is hoarse and strained, from the power of his song, but it still rings out clear in the hush of the crowd, as he gestures at the stars surrounding him. "There is your proof, Cousin. You see that I am Rilian, son of Caspian X and Alecto, the Lady of the Stars. From my mother I inherited the right to call on the stars, just as from my father I inherited the throne of Narnia. You have no claim, and you must take your men and leave Cair Paravel now. The stars will go with you, to guide you all safely to your homes."
I really liked this because I am never pleased with my endings, and this is one I liked. :D I like how it tied the threads of the story together - Rilian feeling like he no longer belonged, Rilian's memories of his mother and how they stargazed together, his mother being a strong presence in his story, despite being long dead - and how it worked to resolve the immediate issues, but didn't give Rilian an immediate "happy ever after."
H. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
From New York Is a State of Mind, but Cicely Is a Way of Life:
"Marilyn? What are you doing here?"
"Waiting." She doesn't even look up, just keeps knitting away, and Joel's not sure if he's going to understand this conversation any better than he did most of the ones they had in this office over the years.
"Waiting?"
"For you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"But…"
"I got the office ready for you." She looks up and for a moment, Joel is reminded of the look the dream moose gave him. "It's time to go back to work."
I like this because the Marilyn and Joel interaction was so much fun to write! I wish I had several more scenes with them, because I thought they were hilarious (obviously I crack myself up, lol).
rthstewart asked for E or G or H: E. Share one of your strengths.
Oh hard one! I am... not sure what my writing strengths are! I think sometimes I do a good job at capturing the feel of canon, even what I'm writing is pretty far from canon. One story I thought this went well in is Beth Finds the Palace Beautiful which is a cracky premise (Little Women in spaaaaaace!) but I really wanted to make it feel like the original canon, even though I had changed so much up.
G. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
Okay, this is from Sing Down the Stars, and I'm putting it behind a cut, because it spoils the ending of the story.
"We're waiting," Carew says, a sly smile on his face. "Show us your proof that you are the son of Caspian and Alecto." And by the smug look Favian is wearing, Rilian realizes that they think he is trapped, that there is no proof he can offer beyond his face, his clear resemblance to his father and forefathers. And by calling that into question, they think they have already won.
But they are wrong. Rilian is the son of kings, but he is also a son of the stars. He tosses his head back, staring up at the night sky, and begins to sing.
He sings the songs his mother taught him, the songs he learned all those nights in his childhood, the songs naming each star in the sky. He sings to them, calling to his family, drawing them down. And when he finishes his song, there are stars on earth surrounding him, tall beautiful people with fierce faces, all shining and brilliant and terrible to look at.
The crowd is silent now, hushed and reverent as they gaze at the stars surrounding Rilian. And Carew and Favian and his supporters are all staring with open mouths, and many look ashamed.
"There," Rilian says, and his voice is hoarse and strained, from the power of his song, but it still rings out clear in the hush of the crowd, as he gestures at the stars surrounding him. "There is your proof, Cousin. You see that I am Rilian, son of Caspian X and Alecto, the Lady of the Stars. From my mother I inherited the right to call on the stars, just as from my father I inherited the throne of Narnia. You have no claim, and you must take your men and leave Cair Paravel now. The stars will go with you, to guide you all safely to your homes."
I really liked this because I am never pleased with my endings, and this is one I liked. :D I like how it tied the threads of the story together - Rilian feeling like he no longer belonged, Rilian's memories of his mother and how they stargazed together, his mother being a strong presence in his story, despite being long dead - and how it worked to resolve the immediate issues, but didn't give Rilian an immediate "happy ever after."
H. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
From New York Is a State of Mind, but Cicely Is a Way of Life:
"Marilyn? What are you doing here?"
"Waiting." She doesn't even look up, just keeps knitting away, and Joel's not sure if he's going to understand this conversation any better than he did most of the ones they had in this office over the years.
"Waiting?"
"For you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"But…"
"I got the office ready for you." She looks up and for a moment, Joel is reminded of the look the dream moose gave him. "It's time to go back to work."
I like this because the Marilyn and Joel interaction was so much fun to write! I wish I had several more scenes with them, because I thought they were hilarious (obviously I crack myself up, lol).
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