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self-distraction: rambling
Oct. 18th, 2023 06:27 pmI’m traveling and worrying as usual about the flight etc. and I should be working and/or doing other useful things, but as per usual for stress relief purposes here I am posting various bits and pieces. I owe a bunch of DW and other comments/replies, which…may not happen yet for a little while…
Making glacially slow progress with my revisions, as usual. Maybe I will be more efficient while traveling…? (oh yeah sure). I’ve been very fortunate to have multiple beta readers, and I love hearing their various different opinions and perspectives, but man, no two of them agree on most things! That said, at least two of them have agreed on the fact that, of all things, my romance subplot could use to be more romance-y, which I am finding difficult. With original characters in general, I never feel comfortable getting into the details of romance, whether it’s feelings or physical actions; I feel like it’s private to them and I don’t have any business sticking my nose in. This makes literally no sense, I made them up, they only exist in my imagination! Any privacy they have is inside MY HEAD! Plus in fanfic, while I still tend toward the gen side, I have enjoyed writing romance (and, for the last-named below, occasionally sex) for couples as disparate as Harriet and Peter, F’lar and Lessa, and Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan. So why the hell not for original characters?
I suppose partly, in this case, I’m writing from the perspective of the person who eventually realizes he’s having a slow burn as opposed to the one who essentially fell in love (much to his horror in terms of his ideological beliefs) at first sight, so there’s less consciously going on in his head to write about; and while their attraction is not asexual per se, it seems to tend more to I-need-you-to-be-part-of-me than I-need-you-to-be-fucking-me (or vice versa), so the details of physical attraction don’t quite seem to fit. Still, there should be something I can do.
Zhu Yilong promoting his latest movie and looking, as always, dazzlingly beautiful, in Meng Yinan’s photos in particular (oh dear) as well as various videos. In one of his better examples of duality (or I guess he’s well into multiple facets by now), we also get to see him 15 kg heavier, wearing glasses, and passing the time between filming scenes by learning to knit. (I don’t know what he’s currently filming, but it seems to call for a kind of hyper-Wu Xie look, by which I mean his hair is grown well out (not quite ponytail-length yet) and he’s so thin his cheekbones go beyond beautiful all the way to ow. Someone please give him a role (in a drama, if I’m wishing anyway) for which he can keep his natural weight?) (Also it will never cease to be relatable that at his degree of experience and fame he’s still so shy that he can appear in front of people and be nervous enough to say not 大家好，非常开心 (hello everyone, very happy to…), but 非常大家 (very everyone…)).
There are a couple of longer interviews with him and the other associated movie people available—I imagine the blessed Wenella will provide a translation of them in good time, but I’ve been watching them on B站 and as always feeling very frustrated with my lack of listening skills. Oh well, I suppose that makes it the more satisfying when I can actually follow something—“I don’t choose scripts by their genre, I choose them for the story and the characters.” I’m always interested in how the way Z1L talks about his work overlaps with (from my amateur perspective) the work of writing, especially with regard to thinking about backstories, evoking character through small moments, etc. (As an actor he only has to create one character at a time, but he has to do it in three dimensions, or rather four, I guess, since the character has to change over time as well, not to mention reacting and interacting with those created by other people; us (would-be) writers have to handle all the characters at once, but we get to do it all through text on the page… and other obvious considerations.)
A machining term new to me which turned up in a technical translation, and struck me as the new and improved way to get hold of utility actors: centrifugal casting.
Someone among the Yuletide letters has requested a BL manga I’ve translated a few chapters of, not named here because I’m not especially proud of it, but it cracks me up to find the streams crossed this way.
Re my last post’s mention of Angela Brazil, cyphomandra suggested Dorita Fairlie Bruce, who proves to be harder to find online but quite entertaining. Two passages I enjoyed: one which strikes me as a very faithful rendition of dialogue among English schoolgirls required to speak French in their dorms, one a discussion of the fledgling writer’s troubles by someone who has clearly been there.
“And, Jean, est-il true que vous faites choses comme ça? Parce que vous savez bien c’est entirely against les regles, and must be stopped. Comprenez-vous?” / “Oh, oui, je comprends all right, mais c’est tout-a-fait fair, parce que je suis much slower to apprendre que le rest de vous.” / “Nonsense! Besides, ce n’est pas le point.” (Dimsie Moves Up Again)
“Well,” said Pam thoughtfully, “it seems to me simply putting temptation in their way to enclose the customary self-addressed envelope. Stamps you must send, but think how easy it is for a harassed editor to put your MS. straight into the enclosed envelope and post it back if he hasn’t got time to read it at the moment. Whereas he might think twice if he had to find an envelope and address it.” / “Oh, Pamela!” exclaimed Jean, shocked at such cynicism. “They always say they are panting for fresh talent.” / “I know,” said Pamela, “but they get such a lot of it.”(Dimsie Grows Up)
Photos: The hair salon cat, awake and asleep, plus another less pampered cat; the long, long, long flight of steps up to a serene café at the top of a very small urban mountain, in company with a DW friend I won’t name unless they’d like me to, but it was a very nice time; autumn persimmons, not quite ready to eat; and a drunk-hibiscus plant (white in the morning, pink at night).
Be safe and well.
Making glacially slow progress with my revisions, as usual. Maybe I will be more efficient while traveling…? (oh yeah sure). I’ve been very fortunate to have multiple beta readers, and I love hearing their various different opinions and perspectives, but man, no two of them agree on most things! That said, at least two of them have agreed on the fact that, of all things, my romance subplot could use to be more romance-y, which I am finding difficult. With original characters in general, I never feel comfortable getting into the details of romance, whether it’s feelings or physical actions; I feel like it’s private to them and I don’t have any business sticking my nose in. This makes literally no sense, I made them up, they only exist in my imagination! Any privacy they have is inside MY HEAD! Plus in fanfic, while I still tend toward the gen side, I have enjoyed writing romance (and, for the last-named below, occasionally sex) for couples as disparate as Harriet and Peter, F’lar and Lessa, and Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan. So why the hell not for original characters?
I suppose partly, in this case, I’m writing from the perspective of the person who eventually realizes he’s having a slow burn as opposed to the one who essentially fell in love (much to his horror in terms of his ideological beliefs) at first sight, so there’s less consciously going on in his head to write about; and while their attraction is not asexual per se, it seems to tend more to I-need-you-to-be-part-of-me than I-need-you-to-be-fucking-me (or vice versa), so the details of physical attraction don’t quite seem to fit. Still, there should be something I can do.
Zhu Yilong promoting his latest movie and looking, as always, dazzlingly beautiful, in Meng Yinan’s photos in particular (oh dear) as well as various videos. In one of his better examples of duality (or I guess he’s well into multiple facets by now), we also get to see him 15 kg heavier, wearing glasses, and passing the time between filming scenes by learning to knit. (I don’t know what he’s currently filming, but it seems to call for a kind of hyper-Wu Xie look, by which I mean his hair is grown well out (not quite ponytail-length yet) and he’s so thin his cheekbones go beyond beautiful all the way to ow. Someone please give him a role (in a drama, if I’m wishing anyway) for which he can keep his natural weight?) (Also it will never cease to be relatable that at his degree of experience and fame he’s still so shy that he can appear in front of people and be nervous enough to say not 大家好，非常开心 (hello everyone, very happy to…), but 非常大家 (very everyone…)).
There are a couple of longer interviews with him and the other associated movie people available—I imagine the blessed Wenella will provide a translation of them in good time, but I’ve been watching them on B站 and as always feeling very frustrated with my lack of listening skills. Oh well, I suppose that makes it the more satisfying when I can actually follow something—“I don’t choose scripts by their genre, I choose them for the story and the characters.” I’m always interested in how the way Z1L talks about his work overlaps with (from my amateur perspective) the work of writing, especially with regard to thinking about backstories, evoking character through small moments, etc. (As an actor he only has to create one character at a time, but he has to do it in three dimensions, or rather four, I guess, since the character has to change over time as well, not to mention reacting and interacting with those created by other people; us (would-be) writers have to handle all the characters at once, but we get to do it all through text on the page… and other obvious considerations.)
A machining term new to me which turned up in a technical translation, and struck me as the new and improved way to get hold of utility actors: centrifugal casting.
Someone among the Yuletide letters has requested a BL manga I’ve translated a few chapters of, not named here because I’m not especially proud of it, but it cracks me up to find the streams crossed this way.
Re my last post’s mention of Angela Brazil, cyphomandra suggested Dorita Fairlie Bruce, who proves to be harder to find online but quite entertaining. Two passages I enjoyed: one which strikes me as a very faithful rendition of dialogue among English schoolgirls required to speak French in their dorms, one a discussion of the fledgling writer’s troubles by someone who has clearly been there.
“And, Jean, est-il true que vous faites choses comme ça? Parce que vous savez bien c’est entirely against les regles, and must be stopped. Comprenez-vous?” / “Oh, oui, je comprends all right, mais c’est tout-a-fait fair, parce que je suis much slower to apprendre que le rest de vous.” / “Nonsense! Besides, ce n’est pas le point.” (Dimsie Moves Up Again)
“Well,” said Pam thoughtfully, “it seems to me simply putting temptation in their way to enclose the customary self-addressed envelope. Stamps you must send, but think how easy it is for a harassed editor to put your MS. straight into the enclosed envelope and post it back if he hasn’t got time to read it at the moment. Whereas he might think twice if he had to find an envelope and address it.” / “Oh, Pamela!” exclaimed Jean, shocked at such cynicism. “They always say they are panting for fresh talent.” / “I know,” said Pamela, “but they get such a lot of it.”(Dimsie Grows Up)
Photos: The hair salon cat, awake and asleep, plus another less pampered cat; the long, long, long flight of steps up to a serene café at the top of a very small urban mountain, in company with a DW friend I won’t name unless they’d like me to, but it was a very nice time; autumn persimmons, not quite ready to eat; and a drunk-hibiscus plant (white in the morning, pink at night).
Be safe and well.
