Author's note: Check the "other works" page

Every now and then I change what's in it, as I did this morning. I am interested in any feedback readers might have on planned works, as is Shirley.

On the creation of Kef & Ser

Shirley came up with the premise on Friday [March 5, 2010] or perhaps Thursday, and told me about it: you have two road Sereniteers – basically rural cops – in the Empire of Arko in the Fifth Millennium world. It’s post-conquest, however, and they are a mixed pair, an Arkan man who’s a veteran, grizzled and jaded, and a younger Yeoli woman who is relatively new to police work, holds idealistic views of law enforcement and is utterly upright, honest almost to a fault. Physically, she can kick his butt, and she’s the senior partner, in command.

239 - You think love can never be bad

Lying awake as the first paleness of day showed through the canvas, I learned now what kings have long known: if you do not trust your advisors on a matter, you have no one to consult with when deciding it.

I trusted my mother, but she was not really politically-minded, and it was that kind of mind I needed. Niku didn’t know enough about Yeola-e, my sibs were too young, Artira and Tyeraha were not here, Chinisa would have no opinion.

238 - Purify my heart, let me be as gold

I switched to Arkan. The infirmary had the usual number of people in it, lying in bed or helping those who were lying in bed, every word carried like in any tent, and this, more than anything, was no one else’s business. Or perhaps I just wanted to conceal my shame.

Margaret Atwood, on sff

It's a little old -- 2005 -- but I had not come across it before and it is still relevant and true except for one line, about which more later.

Margaret Atwood, generally considered Canada's greatest living writer, writes extremely intelligently about everything she writes about, and this cogitation on the purpose of science fiction, published in The Guardian, is no exception. Sample quote:

235 - The freedom of love

And yet it was a sword-to-their-own-throats threat. I presumed these people were Yeolis; any harm to morale that weakened the army hurt them too. I could ask them, “You would do this to Yeola-e?”

234 - A lover's quarrel

After dark, Niku came back. I neither felt like going to the campfires, or inside my tent where I’d be closer to Kallijas, so I had Iperaiga light the pair of glass-globed standing torches I’d spotted when we’d overrun the Arkan camp, and did more semanakraseyeni work. You can disappear your troubles in wine or Arkanherb or sex or company; at least if you do it in work, work gets done.

Chevenga...

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