|Nose to the Grindstone
||[Mar. 24th, 2009|08:11 pm]
Book is now at 130,236. What had seemed but one plot bomb had--like some fireworks--others embedded in it, that kept bursting along. In some ways a book is like a party: if you want a good party, you invite people who will make it one, and all you have to do is supply the place and time. With the right characters, a book (or this part of a book) takes off happily on its own, generating plot like crazy.
Usually this is good but sometimes the writer is having Too Much Fun, like the host at the party who's the one in the lampshade. I'm never sure, when I'm having this much fun, if it's "real" plot or I'm wearing the lampshade.
But anyway...Arvid is a great character for plot-generation. He can't walk across a room without setting something in motion.
Yay! for more Arvid. I've always wondered at his motivations...
Arvid's motivations? Self...improvement...as defined by someone who's been in the Thieves' Guild a long time.
He wants to be safe, rich, powerful, and safe--beyond vengeance safe. His pleasures include food (though he's not an extreme gourmet, he certainly knows when a peach is perfectly ripe and when it's over or under), drink, clothes, comfort, and impressing people. He enjoys the feeling of being in control, of having someone else a little confused by him, off-balance, etc. He does not like being off-balance himself.
Although he's an enforcer, he does not much enjoy hurting people or killing them...it's a job, it pays better with less risk than picking pockets or breaking into homes. Of the two, he'd rather kill them cleanly--hurting them is something that's made him squeamish for a long time, and he's had to conceal that from the various Masters of the Guild. As required by his duties, he's an expert with multiple weapons, knows how to compound and use poisons, picks locks, scales walls, leaps over tall buildings with a single bound...no, wait, wrong character.
And he'd love the amount of fannish squeeing he gets on your blogs, right?
I did pick someone who also likes to impress people for my user pic. :-P
Oh, yes. He wouldn't exactly preen, but he would not-preen in a way that brought forth more fannish squeeing. He is the sophisticate, the expert, the one who--in a country town like Brewersbridge--acquires a clandestine following of discontented adolescents.
He is still mystified and upset at his reactions to Paks there, and at what he observed of Paks later.
Should he continue in the way he's going, he's going to be even more mystified and upset, and remembering what Paks said the last time they met is not going to help.
As for your userpic...oh, my, yes. I once had a toy poodle (or miniature--I'm not sure which) analyze my reaction to it (I'm a large-dog person) and very deliberately set out to charm me. In every possible way it expressed "I know you don't like my kind of dog--or what you think is my kind of dog--but let me just show you what I'm really like and I'm sure you'll accept that I'm a Superior Example." And it charmed me, and it was smug about it, and smug about knowing that I knew it had set out to overcome resistance...and I was putty in its paws.
Sounds familiar...The perfect dog for me is my Icelandic Sheepdog (as seen in this userpic, wikipedia has an informative article on this rare breed), but I've learned Poodles of all sizes are great dogs. Not to mention funny and charming and manipulative.
2009-03-25 08:26 pm (UTC)