Dear Muse,

No, I will not write space opera just yet. Quit asking. I know you’ve got plans for me, but the stuff that’s under deadline is the stuff we have to do first.

Jesus. Quit crying. STOP IT. Don’t look at me like that.

Okay. All right. Fine. ONE HOUR of space opera a night. That’s my final say on it.

Don’t hug me, Muse. I’m going to work your a$$ off for this.

Love, Me

In other news, Paperback Writer has some Story Vows up. They’re awesome, and awesomely funny.

Does it make me unfaithful if I usually work on two books at once?

And the next random thing: Indian cricket in cheerleader cover-up. I understand conservatism–really I do–but why is it always directed against women’s clothing/behavior? All these societies who systematically, economically and otherwise, repress one-half their population–and then make that half something that needs to be mutilated or repressed even further to guard the culture’s “virtue”.

That being said, the idea of cheerleaders at a cricket match kind of makes me put my head to the side with an RCA dog “What? Huh?” look. Do the cheerleaders take tea with the teams or the fans?

And because my brain is wired weird, I went straight from Indian cricket to Bollywood this morning.

I took some bellydance a while back, and I’m here to tell you a lot of those moves I’m seeing are HARD. (I know it’s not belly or Eastern or even Egyptian-style dance, but it looks similar to me and makes the same muscles hurt when I try to block it out.) DAMN. That’s some serious dedication and effort right there.

If you haven’t guessed, I love me some Bollywood. (God bless Youtube, where I can get a quick fix without having to go looking for an Indian grocery, where I can buy ghee and random DVDs that might or might not work in my player.) My favorite, though is a Shahrukh Khan flick titled Asoka, a very highly fictionalized account of an emperor who converted to Buddhism. Here’s a little bit of goodness from that film–incidentally, this is one of the Prince’s favorites. He loves dancing around the room to this, and will beg me to rewind it all afternoon so he can hear it again. (The guys on stilts are a particular favorite.)

Now is the time for me to mention I think Shahrukh Khan is totally hawt, right? Anyway, love me some Bollywood and I especially dig sharing. Enjoy this last one, also from Asoka, it’s got subtitles.

Catchy, ennit?

Now it’s back to revising. I’m halfway through Strigara now, and should have a workable first draft (not the rough draft) by the end of the week if I take it easy, less if I push it.

I did give the talk on writing a series–it turned into more than I thought it would, and I think I totally blew it by getting off-topic. But the audience was asking questions, so I chose to go in the direction prompted by their questions rather than stick like glue to the subject. I’m pretty sure it was a total bomb.

*sigh*

Anyway, off I go. The house is quiet and I’ll get an hour of work in before everyone wakes up. Sounds good. Happy Monday, all.

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