Ack! It’s Wednesday. Oops.
What’s your favorite astronomical item? (As in, planets, stars, comets, nebulae, et cetera.)
While I’ve been on light-blogging duty, getting the book done and stuff, I’ve been bookmarking a lot of stuff for future comment. So here it all is, with sporadic and brief comment!
:: Ma Ingalls thinks I’m an asshole.
Heh. If it helps, I’m sure that Great-Grandma Ingalls thought that Ma was an asshole, too.
:: A useful history of the Gamergate fiasco.
:: Alysa Rosenberg on Black Widow and The Avengers.
I don’t always agree with Rosenberg — I find her more recent article defending Game of Thrones‘s focus on rape unconvincing and oddly argued — but she generally makes interesting points, as is the case here.
:: The McDonald’s Hot Coffee Lawsuit, explained.
This case has become a shorthand in referring to our overly-litigious society which is prone to frivolous lawsuits. Problem is, this case was hardly frivolous. Read it to see why.
Good article about rail travel in the United States and how its sorry state is reflective of our bizarre attitude towards effective government policy and the way we casually accept measurably poorer policy outcomes if it means “less government”.
:: Woodstock’s undercover lovers, identified.
:: Want to watch fifteen seconds of the most heart-stopping parkour ever filmed? Sure you do!
:: Next time you’re in Budapest, make sure to check out the town’s newest bronze statue to a beloved fictional detective. No, not that one. This one.
:: Finally, The Tragedy of Jar Jar Binks. I’ve already gone into my thoughts on why Jar Jar was as hated as he was, in the Phantom Menace sequence of Fixing the Prequels posts, and this article seems to partially agree: Too much “Comedic hijinks Jar Jar”, and not enough “Screw-up from the warrior species Jar Jar”. I do like to recall, though, that when I saw Revenge of the Sith in the theater on opening day, when Jar Jar appeared for his very-brief cameo in that film, the response in the theater was mainly people who sounded glad to see the guy, however fleetingly.

Know, all who see these lines,
That this man, by his appetite for honor,
By his steadfastness,
By his love for his country,
By his courage,
Was one of the miracles of the God.— Guy Gavriel Kay
Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile ‘neath the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that faithful heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enshrined then, forever, behind a glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land
The countless white crosses in stand mute in the sand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And I can’t help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying, was all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

By way of statistics, this is the longest Forgotten Stars novel yet. The first draft clocked in at over 208,000 words, which is 28K more words than I had originally set as my upward limit. As I started nearing that total, however, I knew that I was in no way going to be able to bring the book in for less than that. I always strive to eliminate at least ten percent of the total word count at editing time, and then even more when I do my second round of slicing-and-dicing, so I’m sure the book will eventually settle in around the 180K mark. The Forgotten Stars books are generally long epics, but I am hoping to keep them from suddenly exploding in length, the way the Harry Potter books did. (Not that that particularly bothered me; I never really felt that those books were all that bloated, until the last one which did have some pacing issues in the middle. But that’s for another day.)
Anyway, what’s next? Editing Book II, of course — I have to get The Wisdomfold Path up to snuff and then in the hands of proofreaders, which I hope to do by July. Then I’ll probably do the first round of edits on GhostCop (not the actual title — huh, I should really figure out what the hell that book is called, anyway), because I’d like to launch that series next year, maybe in summer. Then it should be time to start the first edits on Forgotten Stars III, probably in August; and then after that, as Wisdomfold Path is coming out, I’ll start writing the first draft of GhostCop II: Boo! (really, really, really not the actual title).
Always working! By the end of the decade I want to have several books available, in several different series. I’m playing the long game here, folks!
(Oh, and I have an odd idea for a short story that I might attempt soon, too. And I can’t forget about The Adventures of Lighthouse Boy, to which I will return at some point, because I love the idea of that story too much to not write it.)
I haven’t watched David Letterman in a long time, not because I lost my taste for him, but because the realities of my day job forced me to leave late-night teevee behind. However, even though I had an appreciation for Jay Leno, I was always more of a Letterman guy. I personally always thought he was an underrated interviewer, but by and large, I always loved his completely off-kilter humor. You never really knew what was going to happen next with Letterman.
So here is my personal tribute to him and his years of late-night hilarity, in his iconic form of a top-ten list.
10. The Top Ten Words that Sound Better When Said by James Earl Jones. (I couldn’t find a video clip.)
9. Dick Assman!
7. The Quiz Machine. This was always fun and goofy.
6. Stupid Pet Tricks was always fun, and this one was my favorite:
1. Letterman after 9-11-01.
In a new post over at ForgottenStars.net, I briefly reflect on Stardancer at the six-months-since-release point, and I reveal the title of the upcoming second book in The Song of Forgotten Stars. Check it out!