Chapter 11 of the Aphanes finished.

[tocryabout]

I feel guilty posting fanfic on a day like today. But obviously not guilty enough. Anyway, I'm not good at writing thoughtful responses to sudden world events like this: all I can ever think is something along the lines of, "Poor London."

I'm also thinking of some crazy woodcut I saw once that depicted the Black Plague as a team of giant skeletons merrily wreaking havoc in London, with the caption, "Lord have mercy on Engelonde. Wee dye." But that's just depressing, and a little over-the-top, so I probably shouldn't have brought it up.

Anyway, Chapter 11, "And Those at Sea." Featuring Mark's Work Wearhouse, the book of Job, and the well-documented phenomenon of old Maritimer women who say insensitive things at funerals.

(Read from the beginning)

Comments

[brownbetty]

I just loved a lot the funeral, and the feeling of tawdriness at the viewing. Very nice.

[to-cry-about.livejournal.com]

Thank you, although most of it was shamelessly lifted from my great-aunt's funeral earlier this year, including the conversation that went from "what awful embalming" to "our cousin's in-laws are dangerous bitches". So maybe I shouldn't take credit. ;-P

[to-cry-about.livejournal.com]

If bombings in the Mother Country stop us from posting X-Men fan fiction, then the terrorists have won.

However, if anyone writes a weepy ficlet in which Betsy Braddock needs comforting sex from her brother because NEVER FORGET 7/7, then the terrorists really will win.

Re: Gabriel Marcel asked me out on a date!

[to-cry-about.livejournal.com]

Hee! "No more death, no more death..." I think this novella has the highest bodycount of anything I've written, actually. Makes me feel powerful.

I do think you've managed to find a striking physical metaphorical manifestation of depression. My depression is a MUTANT POWER!....ahem.

I actually think it's a relatively common fantasy for depressives, so I won't take credit for it. I had my daydreams of being invisible, when I was depressed, and then later I heard from other depressed people who said they wanted the same thing (people with eating disorders, too). Andrew Solomon writes about wanting to be dead for a few days and then come back to life. And then there's "How to Disappear Completely." ;-P It's probably reasonable that people who hate themselves want to disappear and turn their minds off.

I'm always elated to hear that people actually like/identify with an original character, especially one with massive personality flaws like Joel. It makes me squee. :D