Myth-taken

I’ve decided I need to read more mythology and folktales. You know, the classic stuff from various cultures. I can’t help feeling that that’s where my next novel’s going to come from. It will be fantasy, but not historical fantasy. It will take place in the contemporary world, but will be about opening your eyes to the fantastic that’s all around us–or, at least that’s all around in the world of my fictional characters. The best fantasy, I think, builds on the classics, the way Mutant Enemy built on classic horror tales of our own culture and other cultures to create the rich landscape of Buffy and Angel. But oh, I haven’t read mythology since I was in Jr. High. I was one of those Greek-Roman-Norse myths freaks at the time, and I even forayed into Native American mythology before “real life” stepped in and I got more interested in gay and lesbian romance novels.

Now I hardly read anymore at all, which is like, doom, if you want to be a writer.

So I need to read stuff. Mythology, folktales, contemporary, ancient, fantasy. Anybody got any good recommendations to re-start my education?

Shakespeare who?

Oh, right, that bloke. I think I read some of his plays in high school. And saw “A Mid-summer Night’s Dream” on stage in Orange County once. And “MacBeth” at the playhouse in Stratford-Upon-Avon. Can you believe my mom and I had to sneak away from our tour group’s planned activities in a cab so we could catch Shakespeare on stage in his home town? Heathens.

Anyway, the point of this post was to SQUEE! because once again Nikki Stafford is including All Things Philosophical in one of her books. Previously, we got a listing in “Bite Me! An Unofficial Guide to the World of Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, and now we will appear in the soon-to-be-published companion book, “Once Bitten: An Unofficial Guide to the World of Angel.” So, SQUEE!!

Oh, and, happy Friday!

update: omgwtf. Nikki wants me to put a link to her publisher on my home page, which I’m perfectly willing to do, but I went to see a thumb-nail photo of the book cover, and who’s on it? Angel, of course, but Angel and Cordelia? No. Angel and Wesley? No. It’s Angel and Spike. He was on the show for 1/5th of its run, and he gets on the cover. Another case of money over merit. *sighs*

Wah!

I don’t think my muses like each other much. If one story’s going well, I can’t seem to get any work done on the other. I try, but the story won’t flow.

*bangs head*

Right now, baby boy’s being a royal bitch, and his undead sister is, too.

*kicks them*

All the news that’s fit to print

For Friday, October 29th, 2004

– It’s Halloween weekend in San Francisco. Which means much zaniness. O.K. much more zaniness. I totally should have worn my Gentleman Devil horns to work today.

– Today’s the day of the grand opening of the Safeway across the street from my work. I know this sounds trivial, but we’ve been out here in the nuovo boondocks for a year without basic services.

The ATPo virtual Angel: the Series Season 6 is premiering this Sunday at 9 p.m. Eastern/6 p.m. Pacific!

First Law

– And just in case there’s anyone on my flist who doesn’t already know, I’ve been guilty of committing fanfic since August. My post-NFA Connor spin-off virtual series can be found here:

The Destroyer

Oops

Urk. I just committed an academic no-no. I’m innocently walking down the hall returning from the little girl’s room when I see one of the grad students standing in the hallway outside the large meeting room. He’s nicely dressed and rubbing his hands together nervously. Now, five minutes earlier, on my way *to* the restroom, I remember glancing inside the large meeting room and thinking it very odd that that student was apparently giving a talk to such a small (4 people) gathering.

Now I’m walking back and I’m almost about to cross his path when I realize what I was looking at. Either his advancement to candidacy talk or his dissertation defense. And just as I cross his path, his advisor steps out of the large meeting room and says the fateful words, “OK, you can come back in now.”

And I’m doing this inner *facepalm* thing. This is his big nerve-wracking moment, a moment that by all rights should be All About Him, and there I am stepping right between him and his advisor. Just trying to get back to my desk, you know, but… I couldn’t have waited five seconds?? Some moments are just sacred, you know.

At least I realized I was being utterly sacrilegious.