Nothing says love like starting a new book
Tuesday, December 19, 2006So, I walked around the office. I filled the staplers. I straightened things. I went through my files.
It is Tuesday of break week, and I have nothing to do.
Go me!
So I shall hold down the fort as a reward for a job well done, try and keep busy…and write. I have fallen in love with an idea, and am writing it cheerfully, to the point where I’d actually write it than pretty much anything else. I’ve named it The Chocolatier’s Wife. The basic premise is that it takes place in this sort of distant kingdom, where there is magic, but it’s about as advanced as the 18th/early 19th century. They use a small ritual to discover who is meant to be their future spouse. Not their true love, just who the spell would believe is the best choice for that person, and they grow up, knowing who that person will be.
Unfortunately for William of Almsley and Tasmin Bey they are from vastly different cities…the people of the different places each regard the other with complete suspicion. But William, over the years, has sort of gentled that between the two of them by writing her and sending her trinkets from his business voyages over the years. When he comes back to land to give up his part in the family business and become a chocolatier, (“For,” as he says, “I’ve never quite liked anything as much as I like chocolate.”) his family is even further dismayed, because their usually sensible, practical son has obviously lost his head.
Which would be alright, if someone was not found murdered, poisoned by bad chocolates, and William is the main suspect.
Now, Tasmin is free of her oath to wed William, and if she wanted to, she could continue teaching herbcraft at the university, someday perhaps become part of the inner circle of mages, but after some thought she packs her things, calls her pet wind sprite family, and decided to go and solve the murder…because, well, she does rather like him.
It’s written lightly…the letters between them that head the chapters so far show them to both have sharp wits and intelligence, I hope, and they are funny. Their dialogue is also spiked with this wit, but with a dose of practicality and straight forwardness that I love. I have always been in love with food magick, way before I’d ever even heard of Practical magick, and this will give me a chance to play with that. So far it blurs the lines over three genres, it’s a mystery, a cozy one at that, a fantasy-fable, and probably, well, a bit of a romance. In fact it’s probably a romance in the old way of speaking.
Anyway, I hope that it comes out as well as it feels it will. I think it would be one of those books you wrap up in a comfy quilt and sit down and read just for sheer pleasure, that will make people grin and feel wonder, because are the things I love most about writing, the things I want to accomplish so dearly.
Watched The Jolly Boy’s Last Stand last night, simply because it had Edward Woodall in it, proving yet again that my movie queue is driven by my hormones. I want to cap a few bits…especially his casting audition, which is quite adorable, and I have some friends who would squee over it. Over all, the movie itself was not bad. I didn’t find it hilarious, but I generally don’t find funny movies…funny. My humor setting is broke in my head, or something. But it was a very interesting movie, about a group of kids who stuck together since they were the group of bullied, unpopular blokes, through all sorts of things, and now they are all approaching 30 and realizing it’s time to grow up. Andy Serkis is the main star, and it’s neat to see Gollum/King Kong act without a costume that completely covers his quite expressive face and personality. Woodall’s Bullit is really sweet, a little bit of a dope, sometimes…that’s the point, they all are…but really nice, you actually hope he does eventually find someone nice. He has more scenes and lines than usual, comparable to his part as Mowett, maybe even more so, but then Master and Commander is much longer, so it’s hard to say. He has long hair, which was a surprise, but it looked good. So, all in all, a good Indy movie flick, probably more of a renter than a buyer.
Stop looking at me like that, you know I gave up trying to sound intelligent years ago.
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