Remix Redux stories posted!!!

The Remix Redux stories have been posted. I can't point you to mine, yet, but it's there. Somewhere. If you feel like playing guessing games, do tell me which one you think I wrote. :-)

In the meantime, I can point you to the remix someone did of one of my stories. My remixer has taken Seeds (my kinda-sorta-maybe-a-little-pre-slash thing with Draco, Harry, and an acorn, written just after I got a livejournal, so most of you people have never seen it) and somehow pulled Lesson Number Two (The Open My Eyes Remix) out of his/her/its hat. "Lesson Number Two" takes my short, bare-bones scenario and spins it out, answering, among other things, the questions of what Draco was doing in the forest in the first place, what the flipping heck Harry was thinking, and what might have happened afterward. Still no sex, though. ;-)

And! And it has Remus Lupin in it, which is both mad cool and kind of ironic, since I remember saying at the start of the remix project that I'd just realized I had never managed to properly write Lupin into a story. And here he is, and present and serving a rational purpose in the story! *Liz takes a moment to admire Remus*

I'm a little iffy about some of the phrasings -- the remix leans a touch toward melodrama, which feels odd to me since the original story is, as I said, very bare-bones -- but hey, different authors, different styles, de gustibus non est disputandem, etcetera, etcetera. I really like the elaboration of the three options Harry gives Draco, I like Draco's vague, only half-articulated attraction to Harry, and I am just tickled pink that someone found all this stuff implied in or inspired by my story.

[Exit stage left, humming in pleasure]

Remix Redux stories posted!!!

The Remix Redux stories have been posted. I can't point you to mine, yet, but it's there. Somewhere. If you feel like playing guessing games, do tell me which one you think I wrote. :-)

In the meantime, I can point you to the remix someone did of one of my stories. My remixer has taken Seeds (my kinda-sorta-maybe-a-little-pre-slash thing with Draco, Harry, and an acorn, written just after I got a livejournal, so most of you people have never seen it) and somehow pulled Lesson Number Two (The Open My Eyes Remix) out of his/her/its hat. "Lesson Number Two" takes my short, bare-bones scenario and spins it out, answering, among other things, the questions of what Draco was doing in the forest in the first place, what the flipping heck Harry was thinking, and what might have happened afterward. Still no sex, though. ;-)

And! And it has Remus Lupin in it, which is both mad cool and kind of ironic, since I remember saying at the start of the remix project that I'd just realized I had never managed to properly write Lupin into a story. And here he is, and present and serving a rational purpose in the story! *Liz takes a moment to admire Remus*

I'm a little iffy about some of the phrasings -- the remix leans a touch toward melodrama, which feels odd to me since the original story is, as I said, very bare-bones -- but hey, different authors, different styles, de gustibus non est disputandem, etcetera, etcetera. I really like the elaboration of the three options Harry gives Draco, I like Draco's vague, only half-articulated attraction to Harry, and I am just tickled pink that someone found all this stuff implied in or inspired by my story.

[Exit stage left, humming in pleasure]

thoughts on trees and The Riddle-Master of Hed

I finished rereading Patricia McKillip's The Riddle-Master of Hed today. As I was reading the scene where Danan Isig teaches Morgon how to change into a tree, I remembered the way that hit me when I first read the book, something like fifteen years ago.

It seemed to me that it would be perfectly natural to become a tree -- you would just stand with your feet firmly on the ground and be still, let everything drain out of you until all that was left was peace and waiting.

I never actually succeeded in becoming a tree, but I used to go try, now and then, just for the quiet and the stillness. I suppose, in retrospect, it was a form of meditation. I might have been a lot happier as a child and a teenager if I'd practiced being a tree more often.

I was very bad at learning to hold onto the stillness. It took me years to learn to let things roll off my back, because they didn't really touch anything important. But I picked up fading out of people's attention pretty damn quickly; that's more a matter of posture and externally projected attitude than a change in a person's internal state. I haven't practiced that as much in recent years -- not on purpose, anyway -- but it's a hard habit to break.

...

Dunno if I'm going anywhere with this, really, but I spent part of church service this morning attempting to become a tree, just to escape Rev. Hepokoski's speaking style. Her voice and her delivery grate on me to excruciating levels. Then, just now, I spent ten minutes being a tree when a fire alarm cleared everyone out of the building this computer lab is in.

It's peaceful, trying to be a tree.

But it does get lonely.

thoughts on trees and The Riddle-Master of Hed

I finished rereading Patricia McKillip's The Riddle-Master of Hed today. As I was reading the scene where Danan Isig teaches Morgon how to change into a tree, I remembered the way that hit me when I first read the book, something like fifteen years ago.

It seemed to me that it would be perfectly natural to become a tree -- you would just stand with your feet firmly on the ground and be still, let everything drain out of you until all that was left was peace and waiting.

I never actually succeeded in becoming a tree, but I used to go try, now and then, just for the quiet and the stillness. I suppose, in retrospect, it was a form of meditation. I might have been a lot happier as a child and a teenager if I'd practiced being a tree more often.

I was very bad at learning to hold onto the stillness. It took me years to learn to let things roll off my back, because they didn't really touch anything important. But I picked up fading out of people's attention pretty damn quickly; that's more a matter of posture and externally projected attitude than a change in a person's internal state. I haven't practiced that as much in recent years -- not on purpose, anyway -- but it's a hard habit to break.

...

Dunno if I'm going anywhere with this, really, but I spent part of church service this morning attempting to become a tree, just to escape Rev. Hepokoski's speaking style. Her voice and her delivery grate on me to excruciating levels. Then, just now, I spent ten minutes being a tree when a fire alarm cleared everyone out of the building this computer lab is in.

It's peaceful, trying to be a tree.

But it does get lonely.

[Fic] "Vision (Quantum State Collapse) -- Harry Potter

This is yet another piece of "Fixation, and Other Stories." In other words, it's a thirtyforthree fic, despite there being nothing more than the barest hints of G/H/D, and it being entirely from Hermione's POV. It occurs in the same continuity as Touch, but the two stories aren't dependent on each other.

( Vision (Quantum State Collapse) )

It's kinda-sorta a deathfic, but that's not the important thing. It's really about friendship. (Well, if I've done my job right it's about friendship. I had to tweak a couple lines to remove some inadvertent H/Hr subtext; annearchy, you're corrupting me!)

"Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" also focuses on speculations on the mechanics of certain Potterverse artifacts. I used one theory within the story, but I've made notes about the other as well, since there's a certain incident in PoA that changes things depending on how you interpret it. If I've forgotten anything that would change my conclusions, please tell me!

[Fic] "Vision (Quantum State Collapse) -- Harry Potter

This is yet another piece of "Fixation, and Other Stories." In other words, it's a thirtyforthree fic, despite there being nothing more than the barest hints of G/H/D, and it being entirely from Hermione's POV. It occurs in the same continuity as Touch, but the two stories aren't dependent on each other.

( Vision (Quantum State Collapse) )

It's kinda-sorta a deathfic, but that's not the important thing. It's really about friendship. (Well, if I've done my job right it's about friendship. I had to tweak a couple lines to remove some inadvertent H/Hr subtext; annearchy, you're corrupting me!)

"Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" also focuses on speculations on the mechanics of certain Potterverse artifacts. I used one theory within the story, but I've made notes about the other as well, since there's a certain incident in PoA that changes things depending on how you interpret it. If I've forgotten anything that would change my conclusions, please tell me!