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Saturday, November 19th, 2005
3:00 pm - Token Open Entry The Second

claireoujisama
In the interests of doing something useful now that For What We Drown is complete, I have decided to resume the writing of another novel -- an older piece called People In Looking-Glass Houses. Any feedback you can offer me on this little trip through the wonderland that my head made into a bit of a chamber of horrors would be much appreciated. To tempt you into reading the story, here is a brief teaser in the form of a blurb and the opening article that precedes the first chapter. I've also included the chapter listing to form a master link list, and links to all the short stories I have already produced for this odd little sucker.

Oh god I need help. :D

People In Looking-Glass Houses
(should not throw stones)

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, but you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" asked Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

~ Lewis Carroll, "Alice in Wonderland" ~


What if you could change the course of your life by not changing a single thing at all?


This is the option laid before one Elaine Leighton St. Clare. An unemployed veterinarian married to a doormat general practitioner, Elaine has discovered that her life is going nowhere fast and she doesn’t know what to do about it. One misguided lie borne of desperation is all that is left to her – and that is when the unhappy and peculiar Miranda Mayet steps boldly into her disintegrating life. One lie propels her through the looking-glass and to the strange houses on the other side of it; one truth might not be enough to bring any of them back.

Article as taken from MUSE, Vol. 6, No. 40. (21st October 2002)Collapse )

track 01: chanson de geste
track 02: aubade
track 03: colloquy
track 04: mise-en-scène
track 05: incunabula
track 06: troubadour
track 07: madrigal
track 08: marginalia
track 09: entr’acte
track 10: periphrasis
track 11: synecdoche
track 12: roman à clef
track 13: minnesinger

the bridge song: monody

track 14: palimpsest
track 15: peripeteia
track 16: tautology
track 17: rodomontade
track 18: apocrypha
track 19: pleonasm
track 20: jeremiad
track 21: scène-en-faire
track 22: threnody
track 23: onomatopoeia
track 24: aposiopesis

short storiesCollapse )

soundtrackCollapse )

“How nice it would be if we could only get into the Looking-glass House! I’m sure it’s got oh! such beautiful things in it!”

~ Lewis Carroll, "Through The Looking-Glass” ~


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Monday, October 13th, 2003
4:08 pm - The token open entry.

claireoujisama
Last edited: 1:20am, May 29th, 2005

This community, as stated in the profile, is a friends-only type deal because well, I'd like to be able to know who is actually reading this. This is because a) I've been listening to Garbage too much because I think I'm paranoid and b) it'd be nice to know that SOMEONE is reading it at all. [winks] So, if you'd like to read, leave a comment and I'll add you to the community. It's something like magic, I'd imagine.

At any rate, this community began because I got involved in the 2003 season of NaNoWriMo. Over sixteen days of November 2003 I wrote half of a novel called For What We Drown. Presently I am chipping away at the second volume so that I can end this once and for all. What I'm looking for is feedback on the damn thing, so if you want to help me out and earn a place in my heart forever, feel free to ask to join in.

What is the story about? This story is all about two people -- Julia de la Mare and Andy Malavazos. They meet under slightly odd circumstances during Andy's summer holiday in Te Anau, and things fall apart from there. This is an urban-fantasy type story and focuses more on characters rather than being primarily plot driven, but there is actually a plot. Just a rather dark and strange one. The focus of the story is really the things that we drown for...and why we would ever let them drag us underwater.

Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging the waters til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember anything I said when I said

Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding


(Lyrics are from Fuel's Haemorrhage. Just one of many songs starring in the soundtrack I have for this story. Squee!)


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