Amazon announced Kindle Worlds today, describing it as “the first commercial publishing platform that will enable any writer to create fan fiction based on a range of original stories and characters and earn royalties for doing so.”
I didn’t know this was coming, but I’m not surprised, exactly. Amazon has been a very successful business, and if they see a potentially profitable area they can branch out into, they’re gonna do it.
I found out about this through Chuck Wendig’s post here, wherein he talks about the press release and proceeds to fragment his own brain into tiny, shiny pieces.
I’m still digesting and processing this, and I suspect some of it will boil down to having to wait to see how it all plays out. But some of my initial reactions are…
- This isn’t a free-for-all. Amazon has licensed these rights from the rights-holders, and it’s for a specific and limited list of properties.
- But wait, if they’ve licensed the rights, is it really fanfiction or is it an open call for licensed tie-in work?
- They’ve got a no porn rule. Fair enough. If anyone’s going to write 50 Shades of Blue: A Goblin’s Erotic Awakening, I think it should be me.
- My understanding of the fanfiction community is that there’s a strong value on not profiting from your work. This seems like a potential culture war between Amazon and the community they’re trying to court.
- That said, no community is perfectly homogenous, and as a writer, I have nothing against getting paid for your work, so long as it’s done legally, which this would be.
- Also, as someone who isn’t a part of that community, I could be TOTALLY AND EMBARRASSINGLY WRONG ABOUT THIS PIECE.
- Who decides whether to license a work, the publisher or the author? Can DAW license Libriomancer fanfic without my approval? Can I do it without theirs?
- Amazon takes all rights to your fanfiction story. Which isn’t entirely unreasonable in a work-for-hire situation, but will make a lot of folks uncomfortable.
- Why would people pay for fanfiction when so much is available online for free?
- Then again, why would people pay for licensed tie-in work when so much fanfiction is available online for free…
- Should prolific fanfic writers look into getting agents? I’m not sure the benefit of an agent in this situation, but I also cringe at the idea of writers who aren’t very, very business-savvy signing contracts without someone else looking it over.
- Does this mean fanfic could now qualify for SFWA membership?
- Waiting for various heads to explode at that question…
- Finally, Amazon is not pro-author, nor are they pro-reader. They’re pro-Amazon. (This doesn’t make them any worse or better than most businesses, by the way.) When Amazon’s interests overlap with those of readers or writers, great. But don’t lose sight of their bottom line, because I guarantee that’s what they’re watching.
I’m sure there will be many, many discussions and arguments about this, and I have no idea how it will all play out or whether or not it will work. But I do think it’s a fascinating step in the ongoing evolution of the industry.
Readers often have default expectations when it comes to their reading — default expectations that we call “tropes.” But where do you go as a writer when the tropes don’t take you where your characters need to be? It’s a question that Rhiannon Held explores today as she writes about her new novel, Tarnished.
Tarnished is the second book in my series, and if I had to articulate an over-arcing big idea for the whole series, it’s that I love to explore emotional truths tied to situations that don’t come up in typical urban fantasy tropes. In the first book, Silver, those non-trope situations were born from the religion and culture that I created for my werewolves. In Tarnished, I decided I wanted to find the emotional resonance in non-trope leadership strategies, and romantic relationships.
At the end of Silver my two main characters, Andrew and Silver, were poised to challenge for leadership of the largest werewolf pack in North America. In the typical urban fantasy trope as I’ve encountered it, usually the protagonist’s resistance to being Grand Supernatural Poobah begins as internal: she wouldn’t be any good at it! No one would accept her! Then, when she agrees, the resistance switches to being external: the rock golems won’t listen to a meat bag! The shapeshifters won’t listen to anyone banging a golem!
But once they’ve set aside their initial internal objections, would protagonists really automatically be totally committed to leading? Obviously they have to learn how to win everyone over, but would the protagonists really be completely awesome at leading once everyone’s behind them? Book 1 ended with Andrew and Silver’s decision to try to lead, and I decided that Book 2 needed to explore exactly what it would take to get there. Do they have the self-confidence to do it? Is that self-confidence strong enough to withstand everyone else’s doubt? Can they make hard decisions and keep their cool when people question those decisions? Can they admit they were wrong when they make mistakes? Can they delegate and trust others to get things done?
And can they lead, as opposed to just shouting louder than everyone else? Often werewolf alphas are portrayed as being all about physical strength, or if not physical strength, at least strength of emotional bullying. Andrew is somewhat slight in stature and slow from previous injuries; Silver can’t shift and can’t use her left arm. If they want to win the alphaship, they have do something other than shout loudest and punch hardest: they have to court allies, they have to coax people, they have to lead by example. I really wanted to showcase different leadership strategies, because while stories are often about the underdog beating the muscle-bound alpha, the underdog too often uses mystical punching powers that beat the alpha’s physical punching abilities. Why does punching have to be the measure of success?
Tarnished also introduces a new POV: Susan. She’s human and has a child with John, the Seattle alpha. She also has her moments of going toe-to-toe in fights with stronger, faster werewolves, but with her I also wanted to explore a different kind of romantic relationship. In Book 1, Andrew and Silver were somewhat typical of urban fantasies: they met, they were attracted to each other, obstacles kept them apart, but they got together in the end. In Book 2, I show them working as a functioning, loving team, so the romantic tension switches over to Susan and John.
Whether in books, movies, or television, I’ve always wanted more opportunities to cheer a couple on to working out their problems. That’s what gets you through life, after all—not giving up after the first big fight. Work through the fight and the relationship often ends up stronger on the other side. Of course, that’s not to say that life isn’t also filled with truly irreconcilable differences or people who are assholes. Staying to try desperately to change things in those situations can make everyone miserable. The way I think of it is that you want to preserve and care for a precious connection between two people, rather than upholding some ideal of not splitting up for moral reasons even if you have no connection left at all.
The trouble is that in fiction, the relationships being “worked on” are usually only based on irreconcilable differences or assholery. In that case, of course you’re cheering for the couple to break up! That way, one can get with the other hot, passionate love interest introduced in this book who is clearly so much better for him or her. Or else you’re rolling your eyes while waiting for the couple who’s off-again every book to provide cheap romantic tension to get their laughable miscommunication straightened out so they can be on-again.
Susan and John are already together. They have a child. They love each other, but their relationship is on the rocks because John lets himself be ashamed of her and misguidedly tries to protect her by keeping her out of the werewolf world. That’s something that can be worked out—I hope it’s something the readers want to see worked out!—because why should love be sacrificed to social expectations? But reconciliation is something they both have to work hard to achieve.
Hopefully playing with non-trope situations can help knock aside a few of the most annoying tropes as well. If my characters can remind readers that natural charisma doesn’t mean you’re born knowing exactly how to lead; people who aren’t hot, single twenty-somethings fall in love; and protecting your love by keeping them in ignorance of the supernatural world is forgetting they’re a consenting adult… so much the better!
I realise I haven't posted in... a very long time. I admit it: I've joined the migration to short-form platforms, in my case to Twitter. (If you want to know the minutiae of my life, I'm ineketevere.) I haven't been fannish about anything for so long, and these days I spend what little creative energy I have on the Novel I Will One Day Finish Goddammit, so DW has been the thing to fall to the wayside.
I was in Dili last week (along with the kacang, who did not like it, even though she met Jesus and also a pig), and it was strange to see it so quiet, the familiar shops boarded up and expat supermarkets with empty shelves. I suppose it's the natural process of readjustment to domestic demand, now that the UN and other international forces have gone. On the other hand, there's also a new but vastly underpopulated mall (with a Gloria Jean's coffee chain!) and a cinema, so who the hell knows. People seem to be using Portuguese more often for marketplace transactions, and I haven't yet had a meeting in Indonesian, even if all the paperwork still is. The times, they are a-changing.
My reading on the redeye back from Denpasar was Anna Cowan's Untamed, which I didn't know a single thing about other than the hero was a cross-dressing Duke. When I started reading, though, I was fascinated to find that the cross-dressing trope didn't work at all in the way I'd expected. I'd expected to find a queered erotic tension due to the heroine thinking the hero is a woman, and falling for him regardless (a gender-flipped Coffee Prince dynamic). Instead, the hero is already queer (canonically bisexual, effeminate), the heroine is perfectly aware that he's a man, and there's little eroticisation of his cross-dressing. Rather than an erotic tension due to mistaken gender identity, I found that there was erotic tension in the knowledge of true (concealed) gender identity, both as a secret shared between co-conspirators, and also as the fraught but powerful possibility of that concealed gender identity being (consciously, deliberately) revealed. I was surprised to find that the sexiest part of the book for me wasn't, as I might have expected, a sex scene, but a single line in which the hero (who has adopted a long-term disguise as an exceptionally glamourous woman) offers to dress as a man in order to accompany the heroine incognito. I think perhaps the power of that line came from its jolting reminder of heterosexual potential, currently leashed and subverted but full of possibility. It's dangerous: a dropping of protective disguise, revealing a true self. And it's powerful: the resumption of a privileged gender identity, and a demonstration of the ability to thwart society by picking and choosing from the binary as he desires.
So, some really interesting things done with gender in the Regency genre! It felt exceptionally fresh to me, even as it didn't quite pull together enough at the end for me to find it completely satisfying as a romance.
Women by the Wayside: on the invisibility of women on the road (and the violence against them).
This person has gone so far past pedantry that s/he’s come out the other side into awesomeness: Why two spaces after a period isn’t wrong (or, the lies typographers tell about history).
( Mary Roach, immigrants as superheroes, David Sedaris, Washington crosses the Delaware, NYC trash collectors, the errors of seeking security, McKinley's death )
Me last night at the venue for my reading, which was the Methodist church right across the street from the University Bookstore in Seattle. Here I am looking at the patron of the establishment, hoping he would not strike me down, in my naughtiness.
He did not.
Thanks to Daniel Christensen for the photo.
Seattle was lovely. On to Portland now — or more accurately Beaverton, where I am at Powells, tonight, 7pm. If you’re in the Portland area, I hope to see you there.
Then we went into Gloucester, had a nice lunch at a pub, and walked around for a few more hours, looking at buildings and reading historical plaques and admiring the Fisherman's Memorial, which, as well as the famous statue, has plaques listing every fisherman lost at sea since records begin in the early 1600s. Toward the end of the day we wandered down a pier (working fishing piers are intriguingly stinky) and into a two-room museum-cum-hoarder's-den called the Diving Locker, where the elderly enthusiast running it startled out of a doze when we came into the second room where he was ensconced, and he happily told us story after story after story about deep-sea diving, and challenged us to name the three kinds of diving suits (dry, wet, and hot) and showed us various items salvaged from wrecks and a styrofoam cup that had been taken to the depths and exposed to pressure that crunched it to a fifth its original size (no longer styroFOAM, now solid styro!), and ignored the first several "it was so nice talking with you, thanks for your time!" conversational hints, but it was really interesting to listen to his stories, even if not for quite as long as he would have been happy to tell them.
After a brief rest in our B&B, we went back to Gloucester for a fabulously yummy dinner at a Mexican restaurant my stepmother had recommended. (She and my father came to Cape Ann many times and really loved it; she's nowhere near ready to go back herself, but was thrilled to recommend things to us -- including our B&B, several restaurants, Halibut Point State Park, and the whale watch company.) Geoff and I split salmon in an apricot-chipotle sauce (I seriously need to find a recipe for that, because it was amazing) and pay azteca, chicken and veggies and cheese and corn tortillas in tomatillo sauce (which was also wonderful), and also there was a pint of local brew and a blue agave margarita.
Today our whale watch is canceled on account of high seas and dense fog, so right now I'm blogging and Geoff is napping, and in a little while we'll make some plans. Apparently the Gloucester city hall has interesting WPA murals, so maybe we'll go take a look. It seemed to be clearing earlier this morning, but now the fog has definitely rolled in.
I have seen Star Trek: Into Darkness and Iron Man 3. I need to go see IM3 again because I have so many Tony Stark feelings, you guys, and I'm just not done kicking my feet and making meeping noises.
I must now acquire Orphan Black and Broadchurch, because I liked the episodes I saw in the cave. Certain people will be very disappointed in me if I don't go watch season one of Elementary from the beginning. And somebody remind me to buy the new Cabin Pressure, because I'm behind. Oh, and Call the Midwife! That's going in my Netflix queue.
And just a reminder: I'm over on tumblr now, mostly posting pretty pictures.
For a prompt from on_verra : SPN/TVD crossover - One of the Winchester brothers gets into a fight with Damon Salvatore without even realizing that Damon's a vampire until after the fact.
Damon Salvatore/Dean Winchester, timeline undefined but sometime post-S8 for SPN; references to Benny. Thanks to giandujakiss for beta even though Damon puts her to sleep.
( Say that again, Dean suggested )
Yes, Portland! I am returning on Tuesday, May 21st! To feast upon your Voodoo Donuts and other local comestibles! And to read, answer questions and sign books! Largely in that order!
You will find me at Powell’s Beaverton branch at 7pm! Please come and bring everyone you have ever met in your life. Because if I don’t get a good crowd, I’m not allowed to have any Voodoo Donuts. Voodoo Donuts are for closers, you see.
Tell me you’ll come. The donuts, they are calling.
( No major spoilers, except for opinions, general problems, and the spoilers inherent in naming the major source text of the movie. )
( Major spoilers for everything. )
Today, we're excited to announce the opening of applications for:
- Testing Volunteer - Closes May 27th
- Web Developer Staff - Closes May 27th
We have included more information on each role below. Open roles and applications will always be available at the volunteering page. If you don't see a role that fits with your skills and interests now, keep an eye on the listings. We plan to put up new applications every few weeks, and we will also publicize new roles as they become available.
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Note: We are continuing to work on a set of Volunteering Frequently Asked Questions that we hope to have posted within the next few weeks. If you have any questions about volunteering for the OTW, please let us know.
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That’s right, Seattleites — as you read this I am lurking about your town, preparing for my event tonight, May 20, at 7pm at the University Temple United Methodist Church — which, in case you don’t know, is located at 1415 NE 43rd St in Seattle.
What will I do there? Read! And talk! And sign books! And maybe play a ukulele if someone brings one! Who knows! What I do know is that it will be fun fun fun. And also, fun.
Please note: This is a ticketed event, and you can get tickets one of two ways:
1. Buy tickets for $5 at the door (cheap!)
2. Buy The Human Division from University Bookstore and get the ticket free with your purchase. Since I will be signing books at the event, this is probably the best possible way to go for this particular (I will sign your other books of course).
I always have an insanely good time in Seattle and I’m looking forward to more of the same tonight. Hope to see you there!
+ Please don't publicly connect my RL name and this handle! It's fine to let other fans to know my RL name, but I'd rather they not be online easily googled by present or future employers :p When in doubt, just ask me which to use.
+ I don't like to make plans ahead of time, but feel free to try to grab me for lobbycon etc.
+ I am on two panels--the vid panel and one on polyish relationships in SF/F. I also have some public speaking responsibilities, so you may see me being heinously awkward onstage. You'll also see me in the dealer's room a bit.
+ I am staying in the hotel this year. I'm probably not going to go out for every meal because I am poor and just had to buy a new computer. I'd be more than happy to hang out in non-restaurant situations, however, and maybe one or two meals with smallish groups.
+ If you don't have my cell and would like it, let me know and I will DM you. I prefer texts or email or tweets to being called.
+ I like hugs but I appreciate knowing they're coming--please don't sneak-attack hug me.
+ I am bad at faces, and WisCon is FULL of faces. Please just remind me if I look confused--chances are I'll remember your name/who you are and just need to have your face connected to your identity.
I think that's it! :D Ahhhhhh I am so excited to see everyone!
I’m still waiting for someone — anyone — to present an argument against same-sex marriage that doesn’t boil down to, “My religion doesn’t approve” or “I think it’s icky.” Using the former as an excuse for discrimination is about as unAmerican as you can get, and the latter is just asinine.
While politicians and bigots continue to argue that “those people” don’t need “special rights or protections” under the law, here’s some of what’s been going on recently…
In Texas, a judge enforced a clause in Carolyn Compton’s divorce papers which states that, “someone who has a ‘dating or intimate relationship’ with the person or is not related ‘by blood or marriage’ is not allowed after 9 p.m. when the children are present.” Since Carolyn’s partner of three years is a woman and Texas has laws against same-sex marriage, the judge has essentially made it illegal for them to live together.
In New York, Elliot Morales shot Marc Carson, a gay man, in the face at point blank range, killing him. Elliot had followed Carson and his companion, and was heard yelling anti-gay slurs and asking, “You want to die tonight?”
In Chatham, Canada, an openly gay 13-year-old boy was attacked by four older teenagers, who called him “faggot” and “queer,” told him he was going to hell, and beat him. One of the boys pulled a knife and threatened to kill him.
Rep. Mark Pocan became the first member of Congress to obtain a congressional ID card identifying his same-sex partner as his spouse. However, his husband is still legally excluded from receiving health, pension, and other benefits.
In Washington state, lawmakers have proposed a bill that would provide an exception to anti-discrimination law and allow businesses to refuse service based on sexual orientation.
David and Jason married in New York in 2012, but Jason is a UK citizen. As a result, Jason is unable to stay in the country. In order to see his husband, Jason has to get a Tourist Visa, which allows them to be together for 90 days. Jason is now being warned that he’s used too many Tourist Visas, and has been advised to stay out of the U.S. for at least six months.
In New York, two gay men were pursued by a group that shouted anti-gay slurs and then beat them. Both victims were hospitalized. One required eye surgery.
So go ahead. Explain to me why we’re still denying people equal rights and protection under the law. Explain to me why any of this is okay. Explain how you sleep at night, knowing that these things are the direct result of our refusal to recognize “those people” as equal. Or even to recognize them as people.
Ways To Give:
snufflesdbear is in a tax lien violation due to a missed payment while she was unemployed, and now things have escalated. She's trying to raise $2K by May 27th. She's offering art in exchange for donations. You can read the details and donate here.
subluxate linked to mercurialgirl, who along with her partner is trying to buy the blueberry farm they've lived on for the last three blueberry seasons, which their out-of-state landlord (who has lost her job) now has to sell. You can read more here and donate here.
jamie linked to Seth, who is trying to raise funds to finish the training for his service dog, Deke. The giveforward only lists $600 because that is the short term need, but he really needs $2,000 to finish paying for everything. You can read more here and give to help Deke here.
knitchick1979 has two upcoming fundraisers in Chicago for their Relay for Life team:
Monday, May 20th, 8 PM. Hambingo at Hamburger Mary's. $15 to play all night (3 cards per game, 8-10 games), fabulous prizes every round!
Thursday, May 23rd. Meatheads in Schaumburg. Bring in the flyer at the Facebook link any time during that day and the team gets ten percent of your meal.
noxelementalist linked to a fundraiser for "Winning Dad", a film about a gay man who decides to trick his father (who ignores everything about that side of his son's life) into going camping with his boyfriend. Arthur Allen, the director of the film, is running a Kickstarter to help pay for the costs of production. You can read about the film and check out the backer rewards here!
jedilora linked to a defense fund that has been set up for the folks mentioned in last week's RFM about the davis_square community being sued.
taerowyn also linked to some legal snark on the subject.
News To Know:
onebrightroad linked to an awesome event coming up in Chicago on June 1, in conjunction with the annual ALA convention: "Que(e)ry Party is in town for the American Library Association (ALA) Annual Conference, and is co-hosting a party with Chances Dances. All proceeds benefit the Critical Fierceness Grant and the Leather Archives & Museum." You can find more info about the party here.
The Huffington Post recently published an article on warehouse labour abuses, specifically by Amazon.com but also in general. It's interesting reading and good to know if you want (and are able) to shop responsibly.
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Anyone who reads fairy tales knows that things happen in the tales for seemingly no reason at all. But just because there’s no reason in then doesn’t mean something interesting can’t happen when reason is added to them. Just ask Madeleine Robins, who mined a classic fairy tale when imagining Sold for Endless Rue.
It started with a conversation. Or rather, an idea about a conversation.
When my kids were small we read a picture book of Rapunzel, gorgeously illustrated by Paul O. Zelinsky. You know: pregnant wife craves rampion, sends husband out to get it; he steals it from the garden of a witch, who catches him and demands his unborn child in return. The witch locks the child in a tower, where the girl grows her hair long enough for a passing prince to climb up. Merriment ensues.
Zelinsky’s art sets the story in an early Renaissance could-be-Italy, and the central spread, chock full of drama, is of the witch taking the baby. There’s a rumpled bed with the mother, post-partum, lying exhausted among the sheets. There’s the young husband, sitting with his head in his hands, horrified at what he’s given away. And there’s the black clad sorceress, a classic old hag, stealing from the room with the newborn babe in her arms.
Well, that musta been a hell of a conversation. Imagine the husband coming home: Honey, I got you your vegetables, but there’s a catch: the witch gets the kid. What would his wife say to him? And why does the witch want the baby? In fairy tales motivations don’t matter: the witch wants the baby because she’s a witch. But I am contrary and difficult and I want a real motive for taking that child. Sold for Endless Rue is, among other things, my attempt to do that.
As happens with these sorts of bolt-from-the blue notions, it sat around gathering dust-bunnies and stray factoids while I wrote other things. I began cursorily reading up on daily life in the Renaissance, thinking of ways to rehabilitate the witch. Maybe she’s a midwife? At least that would give her a reason to be in the room when the baby was born. But why take the kid?
I had nuthin.
And then I stumbled across a factoid that rewrote my whole idea of the middle ages and, by the way, this story. The first medical school in Europe, the Scuola Medicina Salernitana, not only had women as students, but women instructors. One of the most famous, Trotula di Ruggiero (immortalized in the Jack and Jill rhyme as “old Dame Trot”), specialized in women’s medicine–what we’d call OB/GYN. Her texts on the subject were in use for centuries. Dame Trot was not a damsel or a peasant. She was a professional woman. How cool is that?
One of my secret vices: I love medical history, medical mysteries, medical technology. Now I had an excuse to research the Scuola and dig deeper into medical theory of the time. Boy, did they have theories. Most of them are scary-laughable, but some of them were solidly sensible (for instance, the Scuola recommended a moderate diet, clean living, and lots of sleep). Pretty quickly it was clear to me my witch wasn’t a witch but a doctor, and that her reason for taking the baby was rooted somehow in her ambition.
I hate the sort of historical fiction where the heroine is a 21st century soul in a 13th century houppelande. Unless you show me why that character is an outlier from her own culture, you lose me. How would a peasant girl even think of becoming a physician, a profession overwhelmingly male, occupied by those wealthy enough to have the education required to enter the Scuola? Where would she get, for lack of a better word, the balls?
Then, among the dust-bunnies and factoids I’d been collecting, I got this image of a child running up a hill, trying to escape someone very scary who is as determined to catch her and beat her to death as she is to escape. She reaches the top of the hill and is stopped cold by her first sight of the sea, stretching out from the bay of Salerno. It overwhelms her with its vastness and strangeness, the sight of the city spilling down into the harbor, the newness of things she’d never imagined. And then she hears the sound of her pursuer and runs again.
That’s where Laura’s story begins. Everything she is comes from one moment when even terror can’t stop her curiosity, and when determination is all that keeps her alive. That’s how she can go against the grain of her time and place.
There are things Laura loses in gaining what she wants. There are people she loses. Just like now, devoting yourself to your profession can have very personal cost. Taking that baby, in Laura’s mind, evens old scores.
But of course, taking the baby is only half the story. Babies, even babies raised in the towers of academe, grow up, and make plans of their own…
Sherlock/John (together and in various combinations with various OFCs) -- explicit -- 10,000 words
Post-Reichenbach, obviously with a Dreaded Het warning
Item. There's nothing strange in a good-looking bloke having a lot of sex with a lot of different women, none of whom he introduces to his flatmate.
Note: For christ's sake, this is Sherlock Holmes we're talking about.
Beta thanks to cesperanza, julad, and laurificus. Thanks to copperbadge for the conversation that inspired this, and the lines I stole from him.
I went into this movie bracing myself, because the non-spoilery reviews I'd read were mixed. I was prepared. I was almost detached; I was ready to view the whole thing like a rational adult.
Well, you know.
Kirk and Spock were in it. And all was lost.
Gene Roddenberry, at some point in my youth (I was six, okay!), installed a back door in my BRAIN. In the first three minutes of this movie, my critical faculties were taken off-line and completely dismantled while I sat there beaming at the screen like a moron.
As it turns out, in those uniforms, on that starship, Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto could have perched on stools reading phone books at each other and I would have been ridiculously charmed and walked away starry-eyed.
So, no thoughtful review here, or likely to come. I'm sorry, Fandom! But there are some things which transcend even the discipline of the service.
NOTE: There may be some spoilers in the comments!
- All of the remotes for the electronics
- The hand towel that goes by my sink
- A decent portion of my clothes
- My brown sandals, damnit
A lot of stuff is unpacked though, and we have a new mattress, which means that the not-very-old mattress is now in the guest room, and it's starting to feel like a real house.
Also, it's a little hot during the day, but man, when the sun starts to go down and it cools off a little, it's glorious. I'm so glad to be back in the South.
The preview for Thor 2 (right? 2?) got me interested mostly by dint of having Loki in it; the preview for Superman had an emotional power that drew me in as well; the preview for Star Trek didn't interest me at all, but I'll probably end up seeing it.
Now I'm sitting next to Geoff surfing the net while he watches hockey, which is a pretty standard evening for us. What isn't standard is that we're on Cape Ann, on the enclosed porch of a lovely B&B with the ocean gently crashing on the rocks just outside. It's supposed to rain for possibly the entire time we're here, but it hasn't started yet; we had a leisurely three-hour stroll along the coast and through town this afternoon, and if we spend the rest of our time snuggling on the porch watching rain over the ocean, that will not be a horrible few days. Though I do hope we manage the whale watch we've booked for Tuesday afternoon.