TITLE! (And other important things.)

The Odd Anglican Thing will always be called that in my heart, but it now has an actual title! Said title is I Lift Up My Eyes To The Hills, which comes from Psalm 121 (Levavi oculos):

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved and he who watches over you will not fall asleep.
Behold, he who keeps watch over Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep;
The Lord himself watches over you; the Lord is your shade at your right hand,
So that the sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil; it is he who shall keep you safe.
The Lord shall watch over your going out and your coming in, from this time forth for evermore.

The Psalm is fitting for both the story overall and for Justinian Clark, one of the protagonists. Without spoiling anything, all I can say is that Justinian has faith enough for ten acres of mustard plants as well as a deep and abiding love for the Psalms.

I’m almost ready to submit Eyes, but I have one. last. thing. that needs to be checked/reviewed before I do… Well, two, but one of them I can do on my own.

I have a synopsis, I have a blurb, I have read and reread and rereread until I’m pretty sure that if I fiddle with it any more that I’ll start messing things up.

I’m excited and worried and flappy and Small Mind has escaped from its cave on a couple of occasions and I haven’t even sent it off!

Speaking of sent off: I’ve submitted two stories already this year, which is pretty awesome. Both of them were for anthologies — One, Night Duty, is a Benny and Phil story that squeaked under the wire for the deadline; the other (Flying Colors) is a Max and Trev story that I won’t know about until somewhere closer to September.

I’m also fiddling with a couple of stories for a couple of other anthologies, but nothing’s really working at the moment. Not sure if it’s me, the story, the deadline, or the anthology, though. That’s okay–I’ll figure it out, and I’m not going to be completely devastated if I don’t get them done/sent off. I may get them published as individual stories instead of as part of an anthology.

Research this, research that, learn something else entirely…

All I wanted, really, was a list of names commonly found in East Anglia. I now know more about the really amazing assortment of people that have called the southern, eastern, and south-eastern coasts of England home, and the only name I have is Swithin — and I have no idea if I’ll use it for a human or a horse. I did finally settle on a place to set my next story (the aforementioned East Anglia), primarily because I decided that the horse in question is going to be a Suffolk Punch. Which means I now need to know more about horses.

Also, I was reading about Martin Luther last night, and now I need to look into the history of the Lutherans in France, in the hope that maybe my former Welsh pirate and his Breton farm-boy will be less fearful for the future of their souls… *Pats them*

This isn’t really news to anyone who knows me, but…

I am an odd duck. I am easily amused by the strangest things; I’m easily entertained (a family friend once proclaimed that my entire family could keep themselves busy for at least a few hours with nothing more than a piece of string and a pan of dishwater); my mind goes leaping willy-nilly from thing to thing.

I am also not the world’s biggest fan of organized religion, for reasons which don’t need exploring at this juncture. I have this Thing for liturgy, though–probably related to the way in which my Virgoan desire for order manifests itself–and I’m pretty cool with the liberal end of the Anglican communion. I like rites and rituals and things done according to schedules and tables and things like that. (I’m happy to let other people do the math, though.)

I’ve tried working faith into stories before, but it hasn’t quite worked out — no one ever felt like they were being preached at (win), but it also contributed nothing to the storyline (fail). This is where I’m going with this: I’ve started something new (I know, I know), and I’m basing most/all of the religious stuff on the Anglicans/Episcopalians. I’ll probably be taking some liberties, since it’s a paranormal/fantasy (I think? Maybe?), but otherwise… And the only people doing any preaching will likely be preaching to the choir. I’m also pretty sure you won’t have to have a Book of Common Prayer to follow the story — although now I’m having images of Rite II people getting into arguments with Rite I people… (“Stuffy old goats!” “Hippies!”)