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I am just shy of 40k followers here. I reckon when I get there Iām gonna give away a print from my Society6 store. Prolly one of these two guys.Ā
ETA: yeah, why not, actually, reblog this and when I hit 40,000 followers Iāll pick two random reblogs from it as winners, whenever that might be.
wip, stiefvater, 2007
the scorpio races |Ā maggie stiefvater
sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. iām utterly still; i feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand.
āfor Ā Ā luck,ā he says.Ā
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Clockwork Angel - Cassandra Clare Chapter 19 - Boadicea
Did you know that the Italian Dream Thieves edition ends with "Glendower is **underwater**, and so am I"?
Hunt for Red October AU is a go
theravenboysnwĀ ā CHALLENGE #1: The Glendower Gang / Gangsey
Friendship of the unshakable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before
Some race to win. Others race to survive. It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. Some riders live.Ā Others die
- Maggie Stiefvater, Scorpio Races
Colored pencil work in progress, step 1ish and 2ish.
ETA: step 3. sort of.
ETA FURTHER: Ah! /fin
Bluesey or Blusey?
glue
dick and jane
the prince and the pauper
nm that last one is definitely better for adam/gansey
Cyril Rolando
Metaphorically speaking, there is always a cat peeing on a set of bagpipes somewhere in the world.
Practically speaking, itās only literally happened once to me, and I discovered it the day before I was supposed to be heading into the recording studio to lay down the track for the final book in the Raven Cycle series.Ā
The process was already somewhat strange ā Iād gotten the request for the tune from Scholastic Audio very late, and I found myself with a week to write, arrange, record, and master a tune that several hundred people would probably listen to the second that I posted it. I was feeling that ominous sort of pressure that comes before a not-unwelcome but definitely sizable weather system. The Raven King is being born into a world very different from the one The Raven Boys entered.
There were no expectations when the Raven Cycle first came out in 2012. My readers already had whiplash looking from the Shiver trilogy to the Scorpio Races, so no one had any idea what sudden move I might make next. I had no idea what a fandom was. I was mostly just entertaining the hell out of myself, writing a series that Iād started a decade before, throwing together slapdash trailers with my family members providing voices, and writing music for it because I liked the excuse to get into the studio.Ā
The series was a funky sprawling thing Iād started when I was nineteen. Back then, I was far more of a musician than I was a writer ā in college, I mostly traded my long hours of writing novels for long hours of practicing bagpipes, holding down three jobs, and gigging with my band, Ballynoola. We werenāt the cool punk band that you might be imagining, but rather the sort of Celtic band that was invited to play in pubs and at weddings and at retirement homes. I, the noble leader of the band, was a snarling train-wreck of a human being, equal parts ambition and despair. Metaphorically, a cat was always peeing on bagpipes inside me.
That early, young draft of the Raven Cycle was a hopeful thing, though. It blinked through the pessimistic haze at something more and something bigger. It looked to a future that I was not convinced was worth it.
At the same time that I was writing it, Ballynoola was also getting ready to record an album to sell at gigs. Metaphorically, a cat peed in the pipe case that was our schedules, and the day before the recording session, we discovered that we were one track short of our desired album length. I grimaced and snarled and the night before, I wrote the last track of the album, calling it onlyĀ āBallynoola.ā
Fast forward fifteen years. Iām now looking at the words THE END on the final book of the Raven Cycle. Iām a very different writer and musician and reader and listener and human than I was when I was 19, and it is a very different project than it was back then. The Raven Cycle is still hopeful and wide-eyed, but thatās a reflection of who I have become. Itās also snarling and dark and desperate: a mostly clear-eyed look at who I was.Ā
I had a week to write a song that sounded like that. No. That was impossible. I could maybe pull off pretty. Sonic truth? Impossible. Pretty? Pretty was doable.Ā
Okay, I said. You did this once before, Stiefvater. Just keep it simple. Go back to your roots. Pipes. Piano. Whistle. Harp. Think of the smiling faces in the retirement home.
And then a cat peed on my pipes. Not metaphorically. Physically. Magical odiferous crystals of pain manifested on the reed. The pipes lost the will to live. They could still be coaxed to produce a sound, but it was a soft groan of agony, a barely audible wail that implied that there may have been a tiny set of bagpipes somewhere far away.
When Lover found out, he demanded,Ā āWhy didnāt you ā¦ā But he didnāt finish the sentence, because it was not clear what it was that I should have done. There are hundreds of things in my house that I would like for the cat to never pee on and, in fact, the cat has never peed on them. I have never thought to prepare a contingency plan for the event that the cat decided to pee on anything uncovered.
My safe plan to write something pretty vanished. Any kind of plan had vanished. I headed into the studio with my harp, my whistle, my bodhran, my synthesizer and an understanding that I had four hours to make something that wasnāt going to embarrass me online.
Hereās the thing about the tracks for these books, though. Every single one of them has come together in exactly the way their accompanying book has. The Raven Boys was a messy fun frolic that didnāt have to be anything but eerie and entertaining to me: it took twice as long as my previous songs to record, but once I figured out where I was going, it was incredibly satisfying. The Dream Thieves was a disaster of a book and a disaster of a track. I knew what I wanted out of it ā something weird and misty and toothsome ā but I couldnāt get there. I kept writing and deleting and shifting, and that was precisely how the recording went. I wrote three times as much as I needed for both Blue Lily, Lily Blue the book and its track.Ā
I wrote The Raven King backwards and inside out, intensely aware of the audience waiting for it, and then I took it apart and I put back only the parts that I cared about. The self-indulgent bits that were nods to the media that had made me the writer and person I was. Dance like nobodyās watching, blah blah blah, Stiefvater said, as if she ever danced.
After the cat pee, sitting in the studio, I did the same thing with the Raven King track. Several layers of low D whistle, a bit of piano to tie it together, some synth pads, a cymbal swell here and there, and my PolyEvolver pulsing the electronic beat of my current heart beneath it all.Ā
Is it any good?Ā
I donāt know. And honestly, Iām okay with that. That mess of noise that you hear in this track is not only what the Raven King sounds like in my head, it is also what the interior of my mind sounds like now. It is the closing sonic bookend on a series that has occupied half of my life.
I have to go source a new reed for those pipes now. Thatās a metaphor, too.
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How do you choose which of your cars to drive every day? I have one and I feel guilty just at the thought of driving another one. x
Dear dreamingselene,
It is not usually a choice; generally I drive whichever one is working.
urs,
Stiefvater
Hereās my entry for the lady Midnight Arc Contest:Ā
Blackfriars Bridge and all the feelings it gives me every time I cross it.
I didnāt have the time to do anything more elaborate, and well... I only hope I havenāt been too late! :P
Here is my video of Sarah Rees Brennan reading an extract from The Lynburn Legacy book 3!
Thank you Sarah for this special gift, you're lovely and surly the funniest author ever! ā„
This is from Gothic Fiction Event with Holly Black, which took place at Foyle's London on November 4th, 2013.
Both Sarah and Holly have been awesome, answered interesting questions in a very interesting way and thay have been super funny and entertaining.
Sarah also remembered me from twitter and took a picture with meĀ ā„ Lovely evening ā„
~ "There are three kinds of secrets" ~
Kissing's a lot like laughing
