All the books that I have read were written about you

So, I wrote this story about exactly a year ago. And I was trying some really odd things with it, and I don't think they worked at all, just confused everyone. I was trying to start the story in the middle, and tell it both ways, back and forth, till the end, which would look just like the start, which would be the next to last scene

And I sort of did that, and I sort of didn't. No one got that the next to the last scene was the beginning, though they got that it was circular. And so everyone fussed because the n-t-l scene says the goddess has been incarnate for 18 months, and that's the longest ever, and the last one says that the goddess has been incarnate for 26 months, and that's the longest ever, even longer than her predessor. And this confuses people because they think it's inconsistent, even though it isn't, they just don't see the pattern. Which means I suck, and I hate this story, still, even today. It's up on the workshop again, 'revised' which in this case means 'I shuffled it around again, so maybe it makes sense this way, and I forgot everything else that was suggested, or they're not moving me as old crits, so I'm trying again."

And there's a sound like a ship's horn outside, which would be weird enough, (you know, as I'm not anywhere with ships) even if I didn't count the fact that I used to hear this all the time in Kalamazoo and my roommate and I would have long discussions about it, and I don't think we ever figured out what it was. .

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One of my grandmother's cousins--my cousin twice removed, I think--just died. I'd seen him at my grandmother's birthday in August.

NY Times obit (or for non-signed in people: Mercury news, Boston Globe, or below)
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He's also survived by a cousin, Elizabeth Redfield Marsh, and the rest of us. Libby had some other old cousins there, but I don't remember if they were her cousins or mutual cousins. My mom said he was called the batman, and remembered that he had a fridge full of bats, hanging by their feet from the little metal racks, but I don't know if she ever saw them, or just heard about them. he also figured out how bees communicate, and could translate bee dances. Which I think would make a really great party trick--translating things into bee dance, but he was really old so I didn't ask him to demonstrate at the birthday party.

My brother just demonstrated, and it is hysterical. :)

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"The butcher's shop was still clean and empty when she got there in the morning. The young priest called to her from the back room where he was dressing for work."

I was fussing with this story in my head last night, so I have to dig it out and look at a little now. I like this one, just like I like my pillar saints story (shame on the podling for not having seen Uncorked yet, btw. More shame on Hannah and mek for not having seen Amelie yet) But like Hoc Vale, I have no plot. Less of one even here than in Hoc, but that one's also stalled. I think I have to pull them off the back burner in my mind now, and start thinking more actively, see if I can't get something going with them before Firing comes back and I have no death stories out there. :) Well, Listening's out, but that's got even fewer markets left.