epershand: Dallon Weekes fights a washing machine monster (Dallon and the monster)

I'm alive, I promise! The last month or so has hit me like a ton of bricks, with the net result that I've been avoiding all but the most superficial forms of social media, and have been using *those* to an extreme degree. (Namely, lots of tweeting from [twitter.com profile] 3pershand, actually using [tumblr.com profile] ars-amatoria after having it unused for a couple of years. Uh, yeah.

But Dreamwidth, honey baby, honey doll, I'm totally back, I'm totally here to be with you.

I'm going to start things light, by sharing some fannish works from the last stretch of time. I was massively creative in late December/early January (and I'm hoping to get that creative energy back between now and when BRBB is due D:) with the following results:

I participated in [livejournal.com profile] bandomstuffsit and it was awesome. I got a really sweet Panic at the Disco university werewolf AU, You Say We Can't Be Perfect by [livejournal.com profile] estei.

And I wrote "Trade Mistakes" [LJ link @ stuffsit] [AO3 link].
It was a really fun story to write. I'd started it ages and ages ago and promptly wrote myself into a corner. After starting down a couple of paths that didn't quite work out for stuffsit (one of which I will eventually turn into the novel it deserves to be), I pulled this out and dusted it off. [personal profile] fifteendozentimes helped me out of the corner, and [personal profile] lierdumoa gave me really helpful last-minute feedback.

I love the body-swap trope so much, and even more than that, I love poking at tropes and weirding them, and I think I did a pretty good job of that here. And it was fun to write something that was all banter and sex and no plot. Who cares how they swapped and how they get back? It's when they're in that state that's the fun part, I swear...

I also posted two stories in the Brendon/Shane/Ian universe that's been living in my head lately:

Take Your Time was a gift for [personal profile] fifteendozentimes, and it's sleepy domestic fluff, probably the fluffiest thing I've ever written. [personal profile] girlpearl was my superbeta. And. AND. [personal profile] fifteendozentimes podficced it and the podfic is awesome and I think sets the mood even better than the story does and I go all *____* every time I listen to it.

I also posted a notfic in the Brendon/Shane/Ian universe that sets up how they got together and establishes the world a bit more. It was the first set of notes I wrote for the universe, and it's sort of fun and silly and cements my newfound habit of writing a piece of pornography about every social media site/tool ever. This one has skype porn; I seriously need to finish up the twitter humiliation kink fic :P

epershand: A picture of a castle with an arrow next to it. (Castle)
When I did my Renaissance Artist Project on Benvenuto Cellini in the ninth grade, none of my sources told me that in addition to thinking he was the best artist ever, he was also pretty convinced that he was a mage. So I was wholly surprised to find out that Lois McMaster Bujold's The Spirit Ring is a fantasy novel written on the concept "let's assume that everything Cellini said in his autobiography was true and set a novel in THAT world."

I wish, though, that I'd known that before reading the book rather than finding it out in the afterword, as it would have saved me a lot of energy thinking "but why does this novel have to be set in Renaissance Italy? Do I really want to read yet another novel about someone who has done magic for Lorenzo d'Medici?"

I mean, I see why Renaissance Italy is an appealing place to set a fantasy novel. As long as you mention that Medici's in Florence and Sforza's in Milan you can make up whatever names you like for your Duke and City-State and people will just sort of go along with it.

And there's also, of course, the appeal of taking the spirit of the age and writing about it as applied to magic along with the arts and sciences. (There's a cute throwaway line in Spirit Ring when the Bishop is complaining about how all the mages come up with new magic tricks in secrets, and he should really set up a journal to see if it will encourage them to trade having magic power over one another for having fame.)

Maybe I'm just burned out on the Italian Renaissance, and Medici Florence in particular--this morning while thinking about the book in the shower I found myself grateful that Gregory Maguire at least used the Borgias instead of the Medicis in Mirror Mirror.

Flist, a question--is the world really as filled with fantasy novels set in Renaissance Italy as I think it is, or is it just that I am prone to stumble across them?


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