“It’s blue glass — it must be from Kentucky.”

We watched Yellow Submarine last week (thus the title of this post — it’s a quote from that movie) after the DVD the clone ordered from Amazon arrived (along with a Yellow Submarine lunchbox, because reasons), and we learned that there’d been a scene missing from the version shown on television: they’d left out the part where the lads meet the real Sgt. Pepper and his Lonely Hearts Club Band.  Can you believe that?  (Grace told me she had to explain that “blue glass” line to her mother when they watched Yellow Submarine together years ago.  *shakes head*  It’s not a good pun — is there such a thing? — but it ought to be, y’know, obvious.)

The clone said I should title this post “Kinky Boot Beasts” (after some critters in the Sea of Monsters scene — seriously, you need to watch it), but I decided that could give the wrong impression to readers not familiar with the movie.  They’re literally animate boots, though; one of them is striped red and yellow.  Did I forget to mention that Yellow Submarine is an animated movie, and possibly was originally meant to be viewed whilst partaking of a certain herb?  However, I know from personal experience that mild sleep deprivation is sufficient to get the desired effect, which is why you should watch A Hard Day’s Night first, followed by Help! — start with the relatively mundane movie and go progressively weirder and then watch Yellow Submarine at 4 a.m. when you’re so tired that everything is hilarious.

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Today is January 19; that means “that novel” is now twenty-two years old.  And still not finished, obviously.  (I didn’t write at all for about a decade; I’ve only been doing it again for a few years.  Some experiences are Very Bad for one’s self-confidence, to say nothing of creativity.)  A great many “visions and revisions” have happened since then.  All that remains of the original idea are one of the characters and part of one sentence, although it is no longer in the opening scene:  Sunlight, cold and remote at eight AU from the home of humankind…

Hopefully “that novel” will not reach its 23rd birthday unpublished.  The way things are going, it is even probable.

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Yesterday, out of nowhere, my clone and I came up with a way to make “Max’s story” (it has a working title, but we never call it that) integrated into the greater uber-story-arc thing that the rest of our fiction has been part of from the beginning.  Of course, once we had that, we couldn’t leave it alone, and we ended up talking for hours, discussing how this new information would affect everything else we’re writing/have written.  (Max’s story now shares a setting, more or less, with both Providence and Project Brimstone… This has the potential to complicate life for one supporting-cast character in the Brimstone novels.  Does it make me a Mean Author because I’m looking forward to that?  🙂  )

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Someone the clone talked to on Saturday said that she’s reading The Remnant , and so far she loves it.  I’m especially looking forward to finding out what she thinks of the next book, because many of the supporting-cast characters in that one are mine.  (Why has no reviewer mentioned the Aurorans?  Arrrghhh!  On the other hand, I don’t recall any of them mentioning Drake, either.)

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The clone did get some writing done this evening, about 1000 words fleshing out a scene.  Big fun with high tech, making things go boom.  He still won’t let me read it myself, but he reads some parts of the WIP to me.  Looking forward to hearing the “Key” scenes (yes, pun — the capitalization is no accident) and learning some of the backstory I need to make progress with “that novel.”

Now all I have to do is get the clone to answer some questions for Jay Dee Archer’s Authors Answer posts on his blog, and maybe start work on character interviews in preparation for April (Mwahahahah!), and get some writing done on “that novel,” and finish another Alandra Kade short story, and contact another artist in case the one the clone talked to doesn’t come up with something soon, and…

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About Thomas Weaver

I’m a writer and editor who got into professional editing almost by accident years ago when a friend from university needed someone to copyedit his screenplay about giant stompy robots (mecha). Having discovered that I greatly enjoy this kind of work, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use ever since as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom. I'm physically disabled, and for the past several years, I’ve lived with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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One Response to “It’s blue glass — it must be from Kentucky.”

  1. I think I am too tired to have anything make sense. Too much input today. Too much stuff going on. The television in the background. It’s all noise. I remember the movie, but haven’t seen it since I saw it in the movies. I was pregnant at the time, so it didn’t seem real even then.

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