Lev Grossman (via theadventuresofcargline)
I saw Lev Grossman at a panel at the Brooklyn Book Festival last fall. He openly admitted that he set his novel The Magicians in a magical land that was as close to Narnia as you could get without committing copyright infringement.
I’ve just finished a draft of a “real” story that I’ve been working on for a long time. Revising it is going to be a priority for a while.
I am incapable of “bang[ing] out” anything “super quick,” sadly. Writing well requires time and energy. When I do end up updating Criminal, it will be because I have the time and energy to do so, along with the desire, which just isn’t there at the moment. I ended the last chapter with a reconciliation because my relationship with Gossip Girl is fading, and I knew that I wasn’t going to feel like writing an update for a while.
Thanks for your interest in my story. I’m sorry I can’t write an update right now.
above: Psalm 85:14 ‘Deus, iniqui insurrexerunt super me, et synagoga potentium quesierunt animam meam: et non proposuerunt te in conspectu suo’ (‘O God, the proud are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men have sought after my soul; and have not set thee before them’)
‘The Rutland Psalter’, England ca. 1260.
British Library, Add 62925, fol. 87v
I love how medieval manuscripts have doodles in the margins just like all my college notebooks
Um, I feel bad, but I was really only planning to write an epilogue, so at most one more chapter?
Thank you! I had a great time writing it.
In regards to an update, I…have a document saved. There are words in it.
I know what happens next, but I’m having trouble figuring out how much of it to write. Part of me just wants to write THEM, but part of me evidently doesn’t, because the story I’ve chosen to tell sets them smack in the middle of the main political conflict in the series (Lannisters vs. Starks) instead of cloistering them away at the Eyrie.
So right now I only have a few sentences here and there, and snippets of scenes. I don’t think there will be a scene between them in the next chapter, at least, not by themselves, not in the present tense. But there will be flashes of memory that illuminate what’s been happening between them.
Here’s one thing I have written down. Not my best work, and will doubtless be edited beyond recognition before it’s posted, but maybe it will give you an idea.
She remembers the tips of his fingers, ghosting down over the bare skin of her shoulders and arms. His hands sliding down over her hands, his fingers lacing into hers. She remembers letting herself sink back into him, her head lolling onto his shoulder. A ghost kiss, on her neck below the ear. Then he fades away, like a dream upon waking.
She doesn’t know why he always fades away.
healing of the demoniac
missal and book of hours, Lombardy ca. 1385-1390.
Paris, BnF, Latin 757, fol. 312r
there really is nothing funny about Schmidt being fat, at all
awkward is funny if it’s played right, sure, but awkward isn’t synonymous with fat
can we just forget the fat jokes, New Girl? can we do something else? something funny?