nelayn said: Wow. This place is…impressive. Vast emptiness fits very well. Thank you for sharing! ❤

Yeah, this is across the bay to the barrier island. The southern half of the Texas coastline has this long chain of thin barrier islands – here’s the map so you can see:

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Now I would say barrier islands of course are going to be basically one long sand dune, but the thing is, yeah everything else on that map above? Just as flat and empty. (And you can see why I hurt myself laughing at a tv show supposedly set in Goliad but filmed in the silver mining mountain regions of Durango, Mexico) There is so much sky to these coastal plains and little else. The “trees” can never grow tall because the terrain and the wind – the wind is constant and strong. We’ve been lucky about hurricanes hitting north of us, but yeah, that’s the big danger. It’s wide and flat and empty and strong winds blow from the sea or strong cold winds blow down from the north, and you have the birds in the sky or you go to the sea, but the feeling you get even when everything is green and the bluebonnets carpet the shallow hillsides is that of desolation.

Montana has the nickname the ‘Big Sky State’ – but Montana never felt like the sky was refusing to share space.

It sure isn’t Cascadia, 😉

heckofabecca replied to your post:Birthday this…

amazing. i was scheduled.

and happy early birthday! 

Thanks! And yeah, neither my sister nor I made it the full nine months to our scheduled due dates. The other two were only a month and two weeks early – I was supposed to be born towards the end of October. So when I say I was a tiny baby- yeah for a while thanks to the procedure that saved my life, I was under three pounds – and this was back in the mid 80s. Nowadays the tech and everything to deal with premies is really good, but I was very lucky the hospital I was born at was Georgetown, because their department specialized in both special cases flown in from Central and South America and drug-use complications.

They didn’t have the tiny specialty-made diapers my size back then either, so it was jury-rigged doctor’s masks. 😉

Funnily enough my cousin was born at the beginning of August (and he played as a football linebacker in college to give you an idea), so there’s a Christmas photo somewhere of my grandmother holding me and him in her lap. Chubby normal baby next to a tiny porcelain doll effect. 

your birthday??? mine’s friday :3

Early Happy Birthday Congratulations, then! 😀

Yep, Aug 29th! Labor Day Friday oh almost 30 years ago (gah, I’m so old~ closer to thirty than twenty, let’s just put it that way). 

A very amusing story involving a five star admiral at the Pentagon, an incompetent dermatologist in the gift shop as the only medical professional nearby, golf carts, DC traffic on said Labor Day, the blessedly skilled natal staff at Georgetown University Hospital, a baby that couldn’t wait the two more months until her due date, the surprise revelation that said newborn was a little girl and thus needed something beside Stephen on that birth certificate, a lot of red tape to approve an experimental procedure to save the life of said tiny newborn, and the fact that the father was not one of the three or four uniformed gentlemen waiting outside but that he was off flying patrols against Libya. And the sad fact that I can’t help but think the most hair-raising adventure of my life was my first month (not that I’m really complaining. I like safe and boring and bland. That thick green medical folder that followed me around every US Naval Base Hospital had most of its paperwork from way before I could remember anything, and I’d like to keep it that way)

i hope it’s not cheating, since the fic is not finished yet, but 3, 5, 7, 10 for the faeron & faelindis fic!

Not cheating at all! (And if you want, as a fellow theon/jeyne + silm fan, I can send you the link to the story, as more readers the better.)

3. What’s the part of the fic I’m most proud of?

I still think the parts where Faelindis corners Faron and talks to him about memories of green and the sea is the most bittersweet and tragic-romantic of the fic. I’m also proud of how Galuven pushed himself onto the page and how he adds character and tension to that flashback section where C&C are ruling Nargothrond, and has parallel situations to several characters including Faron. 

5. What part of the fic am I still dissatisfied with?

Okay, right now I’m working on the section where Maeglin is brought into Angband and then the rev up to conquer Gondolin from Faron and the slaves’ pov. It’s slow going and while the first part where Faelindis asks about Gondolin I really like (and I’ll post it), the rest of it is unfinished.

“Faron tried to recall the host of Gondolin as it appeared unlooked for on that morning of the Fifth Battle. He remembered the horns coming out of the mist from the south, from the direction of the Fens of Serech, that place where the men of Barahir had rescued him in the Fourth Battle. The unfamiliar horns brightened the spirits of the High King and filled the army with overconfident joy. The Noldor serving under King Fingon recognized the banner of his younger brother. Turgon was his name, the king of Gondolin, the one Galuven swore had been the closest friend to King Finrod. Galuven had recognized the banners emerging in the distant mist, chief among them the blue, silver, red, and gold of the king. Other banners there had been, a golden flower on a field of green, blue with a multi-hued gem, silver and crystal, green, more purples and blues and white, and several that were black, half of which had a silver harp. It was the silver harp that Faron remembered most, for he had wanted to weep when he saw it approach. The shape had been wrong, and it had not the burning torch nor the field of muted green, but it had come from the direction of the Pass of Sirion, and for a second he had believed the ghosts had returned.”

And the two very short segments before the last segment that finish what I call the middle arc. The third to last is only one line, but I don’t know if it needs to be expanded or if the brevity works. Or if to switch the order of the segments around. (It has to do with post-Gondolin, where Faron has pretty much lost all hope, especially when he hears about the Mouths of Sirion).

And the title. Right now it’s “Release From Bondage”, which isn’t much better than “Squidboy in Angband” tbh.

7. Were there any major decisions I made about the fic that could have made it go a whole different direction?

The actual escape, as I haven’t finished it, but there were a couple of ideas I toyed with, but will probably go with the simplest plan. Also I’m firmly attached to the general spirit of LaCE, if nothing else, so despite the inspiration material, I’ve axed almost all story threads that explicitly involve Ramsay!orc predatory sexual interest in Faelindis (which is not a bad thing). 

And that I’ve expanded both Faron’s flashbacks of Nargothrond and really gone into detail of ‘here’s everything happening in Beleriand because the Balrogs like to spread gossip’ and the architecture of Angband (though I think i’ve lost focus on exploring the orcs themselves). It’s a much longer and hopefully stronger work for that.

10. If I had to sum up this fic in a sentence, what would it be?

The later half of The Silmarillion from the POV of prisoners in Angband, as inspired by A Dance with Dragons.**

**possible actual summary

 

(Or: “Another Theon/Jeyne AU because that first one wasn’t ‘Lay of Leithian’-esque enough for me.”)

Ahh I’ve never had Papa Murphys because it has eggs, cookie dough cafe is egg free because it’s designed to just be eaten, but it’s also a very expensive thing to eat all the time lol.
Mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs are good, too!

I never eat too much of at a time – and usually I will bake it. But every once and a while I’ll just get the tub to snack directly. 

I love breakfast food – bless Jack-in-Box for all-day breakfast menus during long road trips. But I only like my eggs scrambled (with a little milk mixed in, and cheddar cheese on-top)

“must be a large hammer” Finwe pls hahaha

Yep! It was fun trying to delegate what lines to which of the Three Ambassadors. My metal image for Cuiviénan Finwë is this short slightly silly and vain guy who has a good heart (hyperactive chipmunk or rock hyrax). Very much the Noldor interested in making things and new words. Elwë’s still on that vengeance for his parents kick, so angry focus. But he’s also the designated horse and dog lover, and there should be this strong bond/kinship between him and Oromë, as they are similar. Ingwë gets to open up and cheer up with the Valar, as he has the greater understanding of their true spiritual nature and feels finally at ease- though not the same way Elwë does – Elu is gonna marry a Maiar, so I feel there has to be this sense that Elwë treats the Valar as if they were elves equal to him, doesn’t have the same awe that the other two have coming from different directions. 

Mailiko… More pretty than he deserves!

Hey, using the dictionary for that. Felt it was better than the alternative which was Mailikâ. But I love that it isn’t Arising-in-Might but just ‘Greedy One’. So descriptive and dismissive.

yay for no pain! 🙂 I definitely ate cookie dough a couple days after I had my wisdom teeth out, at least if there are no chocolate chips or anything to chew in it it’s pretty safe to eat, I think. Do they sell cookie dough cafe where you are?

I can buy cookie dough easy enough- sadly the best stuff is the tub you can get for free if you call ahead when ordering Papa Murphy’s, but I won’t be able to eat pizza for a few days so no going into town for that.

Right now I’ve just been eating a lot of mashed potatoes (those instant bag mixes that come in various flavors) and scrambled eggs.

crocordile replied to your post:Teeth pulled*. Am fine right now, but expect the…

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Oh nooo D: but ice cream is supposed to be good for the pain!

Right now there’s no pain from the extraction sites (or if there is, let’s face it, I’ve had low-level constant pain thanks to those bad teeth and living with it for years now that went the pain finally stops, that will be weird). It’s uncomfortable more than anything right now, as it’s bleeding a little and a lot of saliva and I can’t physically spit – has to do with forming blood clots. Ran out of gauze. (worried I might have used too much/been pressing down too hard the initial hours for that important blood clot) I took my second round of antibiotics and pain meds, so in a few minutes I’ll go to bed (head elevated per doctor’s orders). We’ll see in the morning.

heckofabecca replied to your post : A, I, Q, R

was it you who wrote a one-shot about Maeglin and Elwing meeting at Sirion???

YEP! Here it is. I want to go back and polish it a little one of these days. But yeah, it started off from musing on if only Maeglin had gone to Menegroth instead of Gondolin (Lúthien blithely ignores him and Daeron), or accepted however grudgingly that Idril was never ever going for him, get over it, find someone new. And the cranky mechanical fortification genius helping to strengthen Eärendil and Elwing’s home in Sirion from attack, which went from mentor/family to weirdly romantic towards Elwing where they cling to each other for family and pedestal idealization and reinforced desires for vengeance/mistrustful and Maeglin has tiny hints of wife-husbandry but much stronger is that Elwing expects him as her white knight so he becomes it for her as best his twisted damaged psyche can (Cordeila and Bothari quote comes to mind)