That was the episode of Game of Thrones I have been waiting for. The introduction of Bronn, Loras Tyrell, and Barristan Selmy, and really driving home the fact that Gregor Clegane is crazier than a shithouse rat. Sandor was brilliant, Arya was brilliant, Littlefinger was brilliant, Renly was brilliant, Bronn was brilliant, Robert and Cersei were brilliant. This is why I watch this show. I missed Jon Snow and the lady-woman lamented the lack of Daenerys, whom I'm beginning to think she'd leave me for, but missing favorites aside...god damn, son.
And it only gets better next week. Daenerys gets to sample a Dothraki delicacy and Viserys gets a very sweet gift from his brother-in-law, lovely little scenes from across the narrow sea. Bronn sets himself up as a badass, and Ned gets in over his head.
I feel foolish, but I'm not too proud to admit I completely missed the homosexual subtext between Loras Tyrell and Renly Baratheon while reading A Game of Thrones and A Clash of Kings. I adore both of the characters, and in retrospect, I suppose the hints are there. It doesn't affect my appreciation for either character in any way, but it seems poor Brienne never even had a chance.
I apparently owe the lady-woman an illustration of the silhouette of Zordiec the Last Dragon before she can finish the cover of the ebook. A daunting task. One that must be accomplished, however, if I intend to have the book on the market by the end of May. Which I do.
Reading through what I have of Beyond the Horizon, I am still confident in its pacing and character development but I am seeing cracks in the foundation that must be repaired immediately. There is always room for improvement. I worry about the middle of the book. There are many scenes I've envisioned and places I'd love for the Dark Star pirates to explore, but I don't wish to spread my narrative too thin. And there is always the worry that it will be 'just another Rell novel.' The Rell factor largely into the plot of the first Beyond the Horizon at least, to be sure, but I want to try to make it its own thing and save the Rell for the Rell saga. There are plenty of other exciting and horrible creatures in the world of Dandel that I don't need to throw the Rell into every work.
Our efforts to visit the zoo having been fully trounced by the rain on Friday, we have set ourselves to the plan of attempting again tomorrow. The men that are paid to know these things assure me that, through whatever augury or ensorcellment allows them to divine such information, they have ascertained tomorrow to be "69 and Sunny." This is about as prime of zoo-attending weather as one could hope for short of "75 and Free Blowjobs Upon Seeing an Exotic Animal."
I also have a test to take tomorrow before I'm allowed back into the pursuit of a college degree. My last attempt at college life was a hilarious failure. Hilarious for everyone but my grandfather who fronted the cash for that semester. Suffice it to say that, this time around, it being on my own (borrowed) dime, I'm more apprehensive. There is a lot riding on me not fucking this up this time, to be sure. And considering that, apart from that botched job, I've not been in any sort of academic program since I graduated high school in motherfucking 2003, back when Iraq's WMD's were still debated and SARs was still a thing, it could be said that I'm feeling a little rusty.
I'm still terribly anxious about a lot of things but I begin to feel like things are getting better, that perhaps I've reached the nadir of this particular dip, and that I'm slowing climbing my way out of it. As long as I don't go and fuck it up again, naturally.
Dawn breaks. A light pierces the veil of gray. A ray of light. A ray of hope. Sunlight nourishes seed, and life springs anew. With eager and trembling hands I set to work, nourishing and cultivating, feeding and watering, tears in eyes and breath frozen in my lungs, wracked with the pain of hope but terrified of killing this fragile life. Hope springs anew, fragile and delicate as a newborn. I must tread with care.
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