Dreaming (Satisfaction)
Nov. 12th, 2007 12:10 pmI had an interesting night. I kept waking and sliding down into sleep again, drowsy and satisfied.
I dreamed of the water people, of the land-and-water-people, of the falling towers and the trench. Water people emissary. They broke me apart on the beach, stones and bottles and beercans and signs. I escaped into the sea, blood and personhood behind on the shore, and took two husbands from the deep-shelf-people. (I was kelp-cap people, accustomed to the sun and the hot flow that pulls us east and south once a year. We take human children, then, in the summer.)
They wanted to eat my human son. I took him back to the land-people as compromise.
We were not mermaids.
I've dreamed about the water people before, but they were always a bastardized ripoff of Michael Turner's people; I've heard he calls them the Blue and the Black, now, after the color of their home waters (Aspen is Blue royalty; Vana was Black--deep sea, frozen sea--royalty. I've wanted to do more with Vana for a while now.)
Vana/Aspen ftw.
"Poor child. So much you don't understand."
Anyway, always Michael Turner's before, but these, this water-woman I was now, she was my people, my original!people--the sea born antagonists of the panther sorcerers.
Research has since taught me that cat-morphs are awesome, but a lot more science than I care for. I spent two years trying to find an easy route, and switched to snake people for six months of that...
I don't talk about originals to any depth on the Internet, both because I haven't worked with them at all in just over five years, and because I don't feel like dispensing free content. At the minimum, I will have a published thesis c/o my university within the next two calendar years, and at least one more after that, and I intend to write assorted other nonfiction or nonfiction-based projects.
If it turns out that I start dragging in a decent living with the nonfiction, but none of my fiction is ever touched with a ten foot pole, then you'll start getting it for free over the Internet in serial form. *Nods.*
So, you'll probably see it all within the next four to five years, anyway. XD
I dreamed of the water people, of the land-and-water-people, of the falling towers and the trench. Water people emissary. They broke me apart on the beach, stones and bottles and beercans and signs. I escaped into the sea, blood and personhood behind on the shore, and took two husbands from the deep-shelf-people. (I was kelp-cap people, accustomed to the sun and the hot flow that pulls us east and south once a year. We take human children, then, in the summer.)
They wanted to eat my human son. I took him back to the land-people as compromise.
We were not mermaids.
I've dreamed about the water people before, but they were always a bastardized ripoff of Michael Turner's people; I've heard he calls them the Blue and the Black, now, after the color of their home waters (Aspen is Blue royalty; Vana was Black--deep sea, frozen sea--royalty. I've wanted to do more with Vana for a while now.)
Vana/Aspen ftw.
"Poor child. So much you don't understand."
Anyway, always Michael Turner's before, but these, this water-woman I was now, she was my people, my original!people--the sea born antagonists of the panther sorcerers.
Research has since taught me that cat-morphs are awesome, but a lot more science than I care for. I spent two years trying to find an easy route, and switched to snake people for six months of that...
I don't talk about originals to any depth on the Internet, both because I haven't worked with them at all in just over five years, and because I don't feel like dispensing free content. At the minimum, I will have a published thesis c/o my university within the next two calendar years, and at least one more after that, and I intend to write assorted other nonfiction or nonfiction-based projects.
If it turns out that I start dragging in a decent living with the nonfiction, but none of my fiction is ever touched with a ten foot pole, then you'll start getting it for free over the Internet in serial form. *Nods.*
So, you'll probably see it all within the next four to five years, anyway. XD