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Falling way behind here on LiveJournal, I know. I've got lots more parts and actors to talk about, the RTS game to announce, the Eenie Awards....

Snowing heavily in Santa Fe, however, and I've been on a bit of a roll. I'll get to all that other stuff when I can. Kong comes first.

Pat's just died. A quick death, but a messy one. Ugly, painful, humiliating. But hey, he earned it.

Off I go to shovel Snow.


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Jul. 22nd, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear it -- the horn of Winter that is :)
Jul. 22nd, 2010 03:06 pm (UTC)
Being a poet, I thought I'd leave one or two that George's writing reminds me of:

An Old Man's Winter Night
Robert Frost

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.

And this one, my favorite, by a man who I hope to study with a bit this fall (read the last stanza first line!):

Against Winter
Charles Simic

The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw.

A meek little lamb you grew your wool
Till they came after you with huge shears.
Flies hovered over open mouth,
Then they, too, flew off like the leaves,
The bare branches reached after them in vain.

Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor comes to yell at you,
You're crazier than the weather, Charlie.
Jul. 23rd, 2010 11:02 am (UTC)
Speaking of Snow-bound... Here's some fanart of Jon Snow and Ghost by the wonderful Aimo: http://my.deviantart.com/messages/#/d2ukr7d
Jul. 23rd, 2010 03:19 pm (UTC)
nevermind the dance, what of the song?
Im glad to hear that more progress has been made in the battle vs kong, but still I feel saddened. The dance continues to run on and though I applaud your resolve the wait is becoming unbearable. In just over 2 weeks it will have been 10 years since your last complete novel in ASOIAF. 10 years. Feast was indeed a great novel but it only told half the tale. Obviously many of us are clinging to our seats waiting for the next installment and I just wanted to remind you of why we wait.
I’ve been a tremendous fan of your work from the first day I sat down and devoured most of AGOT. Since then I’ve read most of your other works, though I always come back to my first love. Many have called you one of the best Fantasy writers of our time and your fan base, along with your many awards/nominations, certainly attests to that. I’m sure your works will be referenced and recalled for years to come however there is something to be said about leaving a lasting legacy and you most agree that ASOIAF will be yours.
Your true fans will always be loyal and with your fame and writing ability you need not worry about sales. But for your own sake, don’t let time or fate steal ASOIAF away from you. Don’t become the next JOR Jr., finish your masterpiece the way you intend it. 10 years between complete novels is unsustainable and I fear this tale may never be properly finished. I’ve read and reread your tale many times but I’ve decided not to read any more until the song is complete. This burns me inside because I’ve waited so long for Dance but I know now that waiting is worse than not knowing how the story will end.
I hope you finish your tale both for my own selfish reasons and for your legacy, because it should not be diminished.

Regards and best wishes
Jul. 23rd, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
Re: nevermind the dance, what of the song?
It's been five years.
A little less than five, not ten.

And, really, it's a gift and a delight to be given the opportunity to hear about his progress, to speak to and hear back from one of 'the best Fantasy writers of our time', and it shows that he must care a great deal about his fan base in the first place that he bothers with it.

Enjoying someones work, paying to read it or look at it or wear it or dance around it in circles naked with a pudding on your head gives you no rights over the artist. Every single peron who's work you enjoy is just that - a person. They have all of the other struggles and joys that every other person has. They have lives. Sometimes they have other jobs. Taxes, laundry, grocery shopping, visits to the doctor. Children and spouses and pets who want care and time. Families and friends outside of their computers who also want a little care and time here and there. Hobbies and passions outside of writing. They have other things to do.

If you bought the previous books, you are the boss of those particular books. You can boss them all over your house and down the block, though you'd have to carry them there yourself.

Buying a book does not, however, make you the boss of the writer.

If the lack of something to read is burning you inside, there are a lot of really wonderful books out right now. Available right this very minute. All over the world, even. You really don't need to burn yourself up over it.
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