There's music again. I am obsessed with The Jane Austen Argument. Here's them with AFP:
They kinda break your heart and put it together so it looks like something weird and wonderful in a Victorian freakshow. Here's what's currently my favourite song from their album:
My life resembles an independent film about contemporary Britain more than real life. I would prefer it to resemble a Pierre et Gilles portrait but I really don't wear anything that's not monochrome or the colour of river sludge.
I'm reading:
Volpone, Ben Jonson
Darling, Jackie Kay
also slivers of Margaret Atwood's poetry (who knew?) and Neil Gaiman's short stories.
There's a character I'm struggling to write in my book. I know her well, perhaps too well. The bones of her are my ex, The Bitch. Being her boyfriend became a full time job that should have come with danger pay but just came with danger. It was fantastic. Onto this skeleton I have grafted parts of various fictional girls I've been in love with over the years;
Effie Stonem, (Skins)
Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Eponine Thernardier (Les Miserables)
Kitty Jones (The Bartimaeus Trilogy).
These are the girls I fall for; dark haired and pale, volatile, manipulative and intelligent. Girls who make you crawl over broken glass for their love and express it by punching you in the face.
In only tangenitally related news I am single again, and I plan to stay that way for a while.
But this character... I don't know what she's doing. She's running away from me. Pin her down and she clams up. I have made a playlist, heavy on Marina and the Diamonds, with a healthy helping of AFP and Angus and Julia Stone. She will have to be coaxed, this one. Story better be worth it.
