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Monday, May 20, 2019

GoT is Done and I'm Not Disappointed

Yup, spoilers ahead so go ahead and jump ship if you're not wanting the series finale events to be spoiled for you.

First up, you couldn't have been that surprised that Daenerys had to go. As I've mentioned in the last episodic post, and as Jon Snow reaffirmed, she gained too much power with her good deeds, too much caution in not seeming weak, that she crossed the line from benevolent queen to warmonger. She outright declared Grey Worm her Master of War. What she clearly planned wasn't unlike a Holocaust, a widespread cleansing and fear campaign weaseled over with words like liberation. Remember in history when kings used words like divine right and explorers used manifest destiny? 

I don't think Daenerys 'got what she deserved'. It's nothing so easy as that. It was that childlike dreaminess returning as she tried to appeal to Jon Snow that was dangerous, made it most clear that she no longer understood the terrible weight of her actions. It wasn't clear whether she was being naive or manipulative, but what he saw was that she believed in it.

The suspense mounted most for me where Drogon began piecing it together and every possibility danced through my head excitedly. Would he avenge his Mother's murder? Would he bow to Jon? When he, in wise dragon fashion, turned on the Throne and melted it, I remembered the profound moment where Khal Drogo 'crowned' Viserys, ending the terrible dreams of a tyrant, and was never more sure that Drogon both knew her fate was coming and that this creature was more like Varys, never more sure that the fate of men had to be severed from the Iron Throne. Drogon represented the deeper wishes of the Realm and even of his Mother, who was blindsided by her good intentions and twisted promises of destiny. 

Though Samwise's idea of democracy was ridiculed, the Imp came through once more and more sneakily proposed much the same thing. The nobility might not have been ready to openly concede to the people, but he took a more civilized page from the Islanders, proposing a sort of Kingsmoot, where the Houses gathered upon the death of a chosen King to convey the wishes of their people.

The Stark kids each took on a position of royalty. Bran took the South, Sansa took the North and though Jon Snow was consigned to the "Night's Watch" (which if you were paying attention, actually positioned him as more of a King Beyond the Wall), and Arya took on the tongue in cheek position of finding what lay beyond that gaping hole on the map 'west of Westeros'. While not exactly royalty, she is all that her aunt might have been, wild and free, leading others and bound to none.

I think the book fans stomp their feet too hard in discrediting the writers' hasty resolution. Personally, I might have hated the slag of more seasons of catty comeuppance and the element of surprise where this story could go was running its course. That they are accused of taking GRRM's Rubix Cube and painting the sides to close up the intricate plots is completely overstated. The writing itself was starting to show that the more he tried to tie anything up and get to the damn point, the more his mind just wanted to make two knots of every one. The frequency of his book releases suggests he's not exactly eager to keep writing them either. Honestly, I'm not counting on him ever finishing them. Hell, he even released that tedious history of the Targaryen's book. He's not really interested in trying to tie things up. Like Tolkien, he just like the playground.

The show did well enough to snap the lid closed but still leave some room for decent spin-offs that can specifically focus more keenly on certain characters or aspects, but still drives a point I've suspected since early on. 

I'll say it again, just as the show had hinted when Cersei asserted that she is Queen and was met with the ever-prevalent quote that permeates fantasy; one who has real power needs never assert it. The minute they feel the need to assert it, they are only admitting their fear of that lie. Just as Varys stoically posited that the will of the Realm was not something any one man would ever grasp. It was never a game to be won. It was a game to be played out. Like every unfinished game of Monopoly I ever played, you play until you get sick of, then you move on to something better.

What disappointed the bulk of fans was that their wash-rinse-repeat wasn't there. The big battles were not strategic enough. Characters acted out of character (which I've also argued before is plausible in the face of traumatic events that they have no gauge for). Characters were killed off, along with whatever beloved theories they held onto for them. Some just wanted another tyrant on the throne. Or some other grimdark wanking fantasy.

As far as I've looked at it, it didn't actually feel that rushed to me. Sure, there were some parts you could pick at, like the rather sudden way the Night King's army came upon them. Yet I appreciated that there wasn't the same tedious and methodical pacing here. It held more of the fuckery and confusion and mistakes inherent with everything I've read on war. I've certainly tired of the all too perfect strategizing that is mostly just boring, drawn out and forgetting that warriors aren't perfect little chess pieces. They piss and shit themselves and cry for their mothers, the brave can turn tail and the weak detach and become bad ass.

It was a good way to go. This is one of the few shows I've been able to keep watching. It never went stale for me. The claims of being too abrupt were too emotionally attached to people's investment in the perpetual longevity of the source material. It ended true to its original namesake: in fire and ice. Neither sappy with hope nor wretched with despair. That, to me, gives it room to still feel like an organic experience rather than a story ended.

I'm crossing my fingers for the proposed Dark Tower series. Yet another one that blows hot and cold with fans. I'd like to see the characters stay true to the source, but I won't be disappointed if they alter or add to it a bit to arrive there. And it could use a better ending.

King, I love your story-telling, but your endings are absolute shit most of the time. And I don't just mean in the plotting sense or even emotional, I mean they seem like they were done by an internal troll who hates stories. I swear he took every method of writing a good ending and thought it was edgy to not do any of that. Or maybe he resents novels, because his short stories don't suffer the same issue.

Even though the Dark Tower movie tanked, I found that the remake of IT was actually pretty damn good. That's another hit or miss of his. It's become somewhat of King's thing to be a bucking horse. Unlike creators like Tim Burton or Danny Elfman who tend to shit gold by sticking to their strengths, I can't hate King for rocking a leaky canoe. If I had a cruise ship sailing alongside, I'd make waves too. Better than beating the dead horse of insisting everyone simply mastering one thing. Diversity is the thing that keeps a creator prolific. Less burn out, more turn out.

Fuck, it's time for me to cut this loose. It stopped being about the topic several paragraphs ago.

GoT--I'm cool with the ending. Peace!

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Mental Dental Adventures

It shouldn't surprise me that yesterday's double extraction revealed that my stubborn nature went so far as to afflict my teeth as well. Long, curved roots. Great news if I want to keep a tooth, bad news if they need to go. So after a couple hours of having my jaw pushed to its mobility limits and the sickening crack of bone, there was some relief to be had.

Kind of. Risk of dry socket remains and the ingesting of blood and novocaine is hell on my stomach, the sort that even scrambled eggs didn't fix. The ache is ever present and I cringe as I remember the shattering of teeth. Haven't gotten any real sleep yet, but the slow ooze of blood and dull throb of an abused jaw are more present than total exhaustion just yet.

I still have to go back for fillings and a cleaning. As much as I loathe having my mouth invaded, I do love the assistants and my dentist is kind and decisive. Much better than a certain nervous one in my past that constantly stopped during a root canal to ask if I was going to bite (when I'd not given any indication I would at all). Fillings and a cleaning are cake compared to extractions. Especially since these stubborn bastards needed to be water drilled loose. They really weren't responding to the extraction tool at all.

Tylenol 3 is my temporary friend. Nothing is being very nice to my stomach though... 

Anyway, because of the stubbornness of those teeth, working on my books is postponed. I shouldn't be held up too long, assuming the clots stay put. It's not my first extraction but the socket wasn't as deep as these are so I need to take care. Just glad it's done and I can look forward to a healthier mouth. Tooth pain and discomfort are one of those all-encompassing bastards that can demand an exhausting amount of focus and care.

Teeth are toddlers. You can't reason with them.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

The Struggle

Old Me might have panicked immediately when my laptop charger died. New Me was disappointed but determined. I'll be without a laptop for a while but I planned my dedication to writing and being broke for just this sort of inevitability. Solution? Bluetooth Apple keyboard + iPad mini and Word app= temporary writing get-up. It does mean UnSung will slow down, but I'm in a planning phase with it anyway. 

I figured it's time to set down some more work on the Dreampunk Chronicles, the YA Steampunk Fantasy involving two young women desperate to find the reason behind their unique ability to travel between worlds, one of my Word-friendly files. 

It'll take some time to save for a new charger (and fish food and a printer cable). Kind of a stretch but if anyone wants to purchase anything I've crocheted, drop me an email and I can link you with pics of what I have for sale and we can negotiate a price (shipping alone is $5-7 through USPS these days, so keep that in mind).

Either way, there's always gift card surveys! And I always have workarounds and other projects. I'm still not excited about the prospect of aggressive book marketing when I have so much I want to finish first. When I'm not writing, I still like poking at concept sketches for Rock My World. It's a setback, not a roadblock.

It's been a sort of sluggish week though. The passing of a girl I grew up with, one of my earliest friends, has left me glum. I didn't know her very well over the years, mostly just kept connected through social media, but she was a great person and the world has too few. I'm not immobile, but then I'm no stranger to grief and am versed in mobility being crucial to healing.

I'm hoping to pull together some more upbeat posts. Sometimes a contrast to a mood is the medicine you need.