The rain will surely win the race

[sovay]

1. I slept about four hours last night. Most of them were taken up with dreaming of children's books in a nonexistent library. I chalk this up to my recent Bellairs binge and a desire to seek out Frances Hardinge, who I believe has slightly more objective reality than the authors I dreamed about. The night before last, asleep for a rare twelve hours in the wake of the pre-Code marathon, I dreamed I was behind deadline on a Lovecraftian script treatment. I woke up and thought, "handful_ofdust . . . ?"

2. Yesterday's primary social engagement: meeting my new Strange Horizons co-editors, ajodasso and rinue, for cake and conversation at the Danish Pastry House. We talked about poetry. We also talked about the folklore of tomatoes and our feelings toward root vegetables of the UK. This thing where we all live within driving or public transit distance of one another is fascinating. We have plans.

3. Vonda McIntyre's The Moon and the Sun (1997) is finally being filmed. I repeat: PETER DINKLAGE PLEASE THANK YOU. (And hey, after Game of Thrones, maybe someone with a bankroll will even agree with me.)

It is pouring rain, steadily and undramatically; I do not foresee doing very much with the next twelve hours besides working and trying to recharge. I would like to be writing, but it's one of those days when I feel like someone erased the inside of my head. Have a Roman shipwreck. I like the shipwright's lost brush, the sailor who dropped his name into the sea. I'd missed the olive stone in Silchester.

Comments

Re: Tomato Folklore

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

I can see why people thought tomatoes were poisonous - after all, they're related to nightshade - but acting as a werewolf deterrent? Well, that would change the face of ParaRom a tad.

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I can see why people thought tomatoes were poisonous - after all, they're related to nightshade -

There's a famous story about a British loyalist during the American Revolution who cooked a dish with tomatoes for General Washington and spent the short rest of his life thinking of himself as a murderer; I believe it is a complete urban legend, but that didn't stop it from being written into a short story which my mother remembers reading in Ellery Queen.

but acting as a werewolf deterrent? Well, that would change the face of ParaRom a tad.

I would be extremely amused by the introduction of tomatoes as a major plot element in sparkly werewolf stories. Also that form of Roman transformation where you have to pile your clothes in a heap and piss a circle around them, because I can see that slowing down some relationships.