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2002-06-30 - 6:52 p.m.

bleh

Am feeling very unmotivated.

No interest in any of my WIPs at the moment, which is bad. I haven't written a word of fiction since... uh, Thursday, I guess.

I hate that. I open file after file and just ... bleh.

I know it'll come back, but I'm not having any luck with the "sitting down and writing through it" business right now, which sometimes works for me.

I suppose I could do the bloody knuckles scene on psychokiller fic. That'd be good. I've only had the scene in my head for months.

I could edit Caliper, which would be good. I could overhaul Bab!Rogue or work on one of the older stories, or even do Amnesiac!Rogue or Prodigal. Or one of my CLex stories.

I need a jumpstart, is all. Someone will say something, and boom, I'll be off and running.

The problem is, I never quite know what it is that'll do it, so I end up having to, you know, pay attention, and that's always so much *effort*.

Went to see Spiderman again today, with Dad, since he hadn't seen it. For a while, until the previews came on, we were the only two people in the theatre, and we thought they might forget to show the movie. But they didn't, and then some other people stumbled in.

It was fun, but it dragged more the second time around. Daddy liked it, though.

eh, I'm sure this brief malaise will pass. It always does. I just hate it while it's happening.

I looked at my email and scurried under the covers.

Maybe I'll just read.

That sounds good...

~victoria

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[current mood: bleh]
[current music: Behind Blue Eyes - The Who]
[random quote: If I swallow anything evil, stick your fingers down my throat]

~*~

2002-06-29 - 10:30 p.m.

Vindication!

Most of the fam was over this evening for coffee and ice cream out in the backyard.

I'll say this for suburban living, the backyards beat the city's version of a 'backyard' (i.e., 5'x5' of yellowing grass) by a mile.

Except for the bugs, of course.

Tricia is delightful. She wants to be in the middle of everything, and she's got no problem going after what she wants.

Anthony shaved his head, almost - he looks like a Marine, except for the whole, "he's only 9" thing.

Alyssa had her first day working with the Pig People.

See, she really, really, really wants a pet pig, but of course, her parents are extremely leery, and basically, it's never going to happen.

But the people who live across the way from Frank keep pigs - they shelter abandoned pigs, actually. Pigs that people like my niece buy as pets and then cannot handle.

So my b-i-l made an arrangement for Alyssa to work there every other Saturday, cleaning up manure and feeding the pigs and whatnot. I think they have 3 or 4 of 'em there.

She loved it, but we'll see how it goes.

They seem to think it'll grow her out of wanting one. She seems to think it'll prove she's able to take care of one.

I'll keep you posted. *g*

When we came in from outside, and everybody left, we put the TV on, and X-Men was on - it was in the middle, actually, where Logan is in the Professor's office.

At the train scene, I said to my mom, "Watch this and tell me what the relationship between the two characters is."

And she said, "Lovers, or on the way there. It's a shame he can't touch her without getting hurt."

Squee!

And then the SoL scene, I said to my dad (who'd come in just in time for the action scenes), "What's the relationship between these two characters."

And he said, "Lovers."

With no coaching from me, thank you very much. With only the movie itself to go on.

I love my parents.

Squee!

My vindication shines forth like the dawn, baby. *g*

~victoria

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[current mood: vindicated]
[current music: the hum of the air conditioner]
[random quote: \"We should be lovers\" \"We can't do that\" \"We should be lovers, and that's a fact.\"]

~*~

2002-06-29 - 4:51 p.m.

writing, motivation, lots of loaded terms thrown around

First things first:

Updated The Muse's Fool, adding The Language of Goodbye and updating The Continuing Adventures of Han and Logan: Two Gruff Manly Men in Love...

Can't you just hear the themesong?

::hums "I Dream of Jeannie" theme::

~*~

Okay, so FayJay has opened up a whole can of worms, and I, or course, have many, many thoughts on the subject.

I'm not the only one, either. *g*

Thamiris, Minisinoo, and Lori all take on this idea of 'cathartic' v. 'literary' writers, and all three have different definitions of the terms. Sarah T. casts the debate in terms of 'social' v. 'aesthetic' writers, and comes closest to my view of how the fanfiction world works.

I think they all fill in part of the picture of Fandom, and I'm not going to claim to have to whole picture, or even the missing piece.

I'm just riffing on what they've written, and I've had the time to think about it some more, because I wasn't able to get online last night for more than a few minutes at a time due to technical difficulties.

What they're all saying, basically, is that some writers are internally-focused, and some are outwardly-focused, meaning some write simply because of a need inside themselves, and the audience is a secondary or even tertiary concern, while other writers write to make a point, to tell a story, to *connect* with other people and belong.

All of these are valid reasons to write.

Me, I fall more on the internally-focused end of the spectrum, in that I don't worry too much about pleasing an audience or writing to an audience until well after the story is underway. I write, and hey, I may have mentioned this 842,939 times before, because I have to - take Language of Goodbye. I could literally *hear* the words in my head. Unfortunately, I was unable to do anything about it as I was standing in the stacks at the Strand, and then crammed into a crowded 6 train, but when I got to the office, I wrote and wrote, ignoring the work that was waiting for me until I could get the story out.

I understand that it's not like this for some people, and I can't make that generalization, or extrapolate too broadly from my own experience.

So this is how *I* breakdown fiction and writers, both pro- and amateur (some of this is cobbled together from comments I've made in various diaries):

Someone like John Grisham or Michael Crichton or Tom Clancy is a storyteller.

They don't write for the sake of writing, and the writing they produce is usually, at best, yeomanlike, rather than transcendent or memorable or even, a lot of the time, very good.

What they do - and what has made them millions and millions of dollars - is tell (in the eyes of many people) ripping good yarns, that make you turn the pages and stay up until 3am to find out what happens.

Stephen King falls here, also. These writers have a good grasp of fundamentals, of characterization and, most of all, *plot*. They're like the people who come into work on Monday and keep you riveted with their tales of what happened over the weekend, because such wacky shit happens in their lives.

Your more "writerly" writers - a Salman Rushdie, a TR Pearson, a Margaret Atwood - tend to worry about style and word choice and *writing* as much, if not more than the plot, the "what happens next."

These are like the people who can tell you that they went to the drycleaners and make it sound like they saw the most brilliant sunset.

I think, in some ways, it's a difference between writing poetry and prose, even though these are all prose writers I'm discussing.

I write by *ear*. I read out loud sometimes, or even just in my head, and I can tell when a word is wrong or missing or there are too many words, by how the sentence *sounds*. I write to rhythm. I think it comes of being a poet first. It's why I'm far more concerned with the inner and emotional landscape of the characters than I ever am about the outer, physically descriptive details.

I'm far more concerned (overly so, sometimes, to the detriment of my plotted fic, but I'm working on it) with turning a beautiful phrase that absolutely encapsulates a feeling (or on occasion, an image) than I am in the "what happens next" bit of the story.

But enough about me.

In fanfiction, there are also these two types of writers. Sometimes they overlap. Sometimes they don't.

I've found that there are usually far more of the "storyteller" types than the "writerly" types in fandom, though I'll say blogland seems to be full of the latter (among other things it's full of *g*) more than the former.

Allison, in response to the hooha over Grail's exquisitely painful fic Immortality wrote about how reading is about connecting, and yes. Yes to what she's saying.

Sarah also touches on this with the thing about belonging.

It comes down, in a lot of ways, to why one reads, and *why* one writes.

And the thing is, we all bring our own baggage to fic, to movies, to everything we do, obviously.

Many people I know have completely no expectations when reading fanfic, and so are resigned to badfic, in that, "it's just fanfiction, *of course* it's not good" way, in the same way my mother, say, would look at a comic book and say, "It's a comic book! How could it be any good?" without bothering to distinguish between say, "Sandman" and something really badly written/drawn.

Genre, style, content *plus* the reader's expectations and experiences are all going to factor into how she responds to the text, and providing "Paradise Lost" to someone looking for the latest Harlequin is going to get you the same reaction as would the opposite situation.

I have a personal problem with "high" and "low" in terms of separating texts, because much of "high" culture was, at its inception, considered "low" (Shakespeare being the traditional example), but there's nothing wrong with "good" and "bad" in a technical sense.

If a film is poorly lit and the sound is poorly mixed, you can't see or hear what's going on. I don't think anyone would argue that you're (generic) a film snob for bitching about it afterward, regardless of whether you paid $10 to see it or saw it for free on television. It's still technically unsound.

It's in matters of *content* that things get sticky, I think, and I'm including style etc. in that, because content is usually going to be a matter of taste.

But what I've found, and what many people I know online have found, that the longer you're in fandom, the *higher* your standards become.

Why?

Because after that first flush of infatuation where you're so stunned that someone else sees it! you realize that 90% of what you've just read is crap (because 90% of everything is crap), and if you're any kind of fan of writing or reading, you don't want to spend your time on it.

Don't hand me shit and call it shinola, if you know what I mean.

And if that makes me an elitist or a bitch, well, I already knew that.

If someone gets satisfaction out of producing work that's inferior, that's not my lookout, and I won't say it's good if it's not.

If someone is producing the best work they can, and it's still not very good, I'll just keep my mouth shut, because then there's really nothing that can help, you know?

All *I'm* ever asking for is the latter - do the best you can. Spellcheck. Format properly. Try to make the characters resemble the characters onscreen. Don't abuse the English language and act as if you've never met an adverb you didn't like.

Some people are just better writers than others, but I can't ever fault someone for trying.

If the person writing is doing so for purely social reasons, then of course, she's going to take criticism her fic personally, as Sarah says.

I think that's why so many fandom kerfuffles deteriorate so rapidly into feuds of such virulence the only thing that compares is the loathing between Yankees and Red Sox fans.

Because while for some people, it *is* about the writing, and it *is* about craft and all that stuff, for some people it just *isn't*, and they identify so strongly with the idea that the story they've written is a *gift* that ought to be accepted in the spirit in which it was presented, that they get mightily hurt (which we all know leads to anger, which leads to... hate, yes, wise you are in Jedi ways, young padawan. Ready you soon will be for the trials. *snerk*)

Because there's *no way* to tell, going in, how people are going to respond, and what their motives are for writing what they write.

It'd be great if, instead of (or even in addition to) all the ridiculous codes and such we slap on our fiction, we could have a code on that indicates "I am a 'literary' or a 'writerly' writer. I want constructive crit. I know it stings, but I also know you're not calling me a babyraper when you offer it." And a code that says, "I'm writing because I want to contribute to fandom and also because I want to feel part of the group. Please don't send me any criticism, because I don't need it, don't want it, don't understand why you're sending it, and am hurt by it."

I also think it's very easy to elevate the people who care about writing, who write for themselves or for aesthetic purposes and denigrate the social writers, especially if the social writers aren't very good technically and don't evince any sign of being interested in improving.

I'm obviously biased toward people like me. I admit it. But I'll say again, if you're trying your best, I've got no problem with you whatsoever, even if it turns out I don't like your fiction. Because I'm trying my best, and hope you'll offer me the same consideration.

Got something to say?

~victoria

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[current mood: contemplative]
[current music: Mets-Yankees post-game show]
[random quote: From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.]

~*~

2002-06-28 - 4:45 p.m.

let 'er rip...

Posted Language of Goodbye, and now it's time to go home.

Whee!

I have some stuff I wanna talk about, but I can' t think right now, so either later tonight or tomorrow. Just me riffing on the whole storyteller v. writer thing (not, mind you, the thing about "cathartic" vs. "literary" writing that others are discussing, because I think that those terms are misnomers, but I'm still thikning things through. ).

So, home now.

~victoria

[current mood: happy, anxious]
[current music: Thunder Road - Bruce]
[random quote: kiss me, please kiss me, kiss me out of desire baby not consolation]

~*~

2002-06-28 - 2:11 p.m.

if music be the food of love, play on

I love State of the Union list.

Last week it was books, this week it's music.

Here's my response to the questions asked:

What is everybody listening to these days?

Currently, I cannot seem to get enough of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. It's disturbing me that I'm listening to it so much.

I've been relegated to the classic rock station on my radio at work, since nothing else will come in, so I have *no clue* what's new and popular in the type of music I usually listen to, which was, once upon a time classified as new wave, modern rock or alternative.

Whatever those mean nowadays. Your guess is as good as mine.

I have bought some CDs recently, including Eva Cassidy, Tool, A Perfect Circle, The Strokes (color me disappointed in that one) as well as filling in older gaps in my CD collection.

The songs I currently have on autorepeat are Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley (sniffle), The Space Between by DMB, As Is by Ani DiFranco (I run in cycles with her songs, and every few weeks my favorite changes *g*), anything off Achtung Baby or All That You Can't Leave Behind by U2, and *always, ALWAYS*, Thunder Road by Bruce.

I also like that "new" Elvis song from the Ocean's 11 soundtrack, and have a renewed love of Elton John --especially Your Song *g* and Tiny Dancer.

Do you like to have music going while you read or do you prefer silence?

While reading at home, yes. However, on the commute, I turn my walkman off to read. Too much other noise to concentrate otherwise.

Are you one of those people who always has music playing?

Yup. Walk in the house, the radio goes on. Walk into work, the radio goes on. Commuting? The walkman is on.

Is there a particular genre of music that you enjoy more than others? Is there one you wish would just go away?

"modern rock" (I include alternative, industrial, punk and all other related genres under that heading. It's much easier that way, dont'cha think? *g*) and classic rock are my loves. I wish boy bands and teen pop would die the fiery death of a million supernovae.

For fan fic writers, do you need music playing while you write?

I can't write with music on (except at work, strangely enough) but it totally influences my writing.

What is the weirdest song you ever wrote a story to and if you don't mind telling us, what story was it?

Huh.

I guess the 'uncoolest' song would have to be Two Out of Three Ain't Bad by Meat Loaf and the eponymous story.

It's highly uncharacteristic of my usual, because it's the pairing I hate most in the world. Just to prove I could do it without upchucking. *g*

Probably the most 'obscure' song I ever used was And I Fell Back Alone by World Party, which breaks my damn heart every time I listen to it, and I had a stretch where I was listening to it constantly. The story it inspired is called Forever Doesn't Mean Forever.

But songs inspire lots of stories for me, which you can tell if you run down my big list o'stories and look at the titles.

Comments?

~victoria

having lunch... mmm... pizza

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[current mood: headachy]
[current music: Don't Stop Believing - Journey... sadly, I still love this song]
[random quote: Some will win, some will lose, and some are born to sing the blues...]

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2002-06-28 - 10:45 a.m.

a bun in the oven

Whee!

Just found out a very dear friend is preggers, when she didn't think it was possible anymore.

Whee!

::doing the dance of being an honorary aunt again::

~victoria

[current mood: happy]
[current music: Bargain - The Who]
[random quote: I'd call that a bargain, the best I ever had]

~*~

2002-06-28 - 2:05 a.m.

the death dilemma

The Death Dilemma...

Violent death wins out, beating death by old age by the slimmest of margins!

I'm going to bed.

~victoria

[current mood: ]
[current music: ]
[random quote: ]

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2002-06-27 - 5:24 p.m.

self-indulgent whining

Move along. Nothing to see here.

I have a dr's appointment - one that I had to cancel once and forgot about once and so I've rescheduled it twice.

Bleh.

I feel bleh.

I want to crawl into bed and sleep forever and ever and ever, or at least until 10 am tomorrow.

I fucking HATE mornings.

Hate. Them.

I feel nothing creative flowing in me now, no ability to work on Language or With this Ring or *anything*.

It looks like it's about to pour, I've got a fucking Cling bandage on my arm, and I just want to go home.

Just so's you know.

Di offered me a chance, just a mere possibility to go see Cher tonight, and god, how fucking GAY would that have been? How perfect for an over the top CLex story?

But no, doctor, bed, sleep.

May be online later. Maybe not.

Sigh...

why do I bother with these self-indulgent mood update entries? I don't even know myself.

~victoria

[current mood: groggy and bleh]
[current music: Help! - The Beatles]
[random quote: To speak is to lie; to live is to collaborate. ~William S. Burroughs]

~*~

2002-06-27 - 2:55 p.m.

down on me

I'm wondering why I do this to myself (scroll down).

Did it again today, and hated it.

Hated every freaking moment with a passion that should only be shown for say, Logan/Jean fic.

First off, not only am I letting these *strangers* (though I've now been going there often enough that they remember me) stick a needle in my arm and draw out my life's blood, I'm letting them add chemicals and put it back in!

Egads.

I ought to have my head examined.

Oh wait...

*g*

Seriously though, I hate it. I resent it. I wish more people would give, both plasma and platelets, so I didn't have the freaking NY Blood Services calling me every week.

And you know, the thing is, I do it because I should, because I know it's right, because I like to think I'm making one fucking contribution to society.

But I hate it. I hate the needles, I hate the numbness and the chill and the fact that I always forget to eat first, and so am in worse shape afterward than I should be.

Donating makes me miserable and melancholy.

They tell me there used to be a technician who worked there named Judy who looked just like me.

Poor woman.

I hope she's not a potato face like I am. And that she's got better skin - less oily, smaller pores, just overall *better*.

I was looking at the pics from Belmont, and I really am getting more potatoey as I get older. I hate it.

Sigh.

On the upside, got to see the last half hour of Some Like It Hot.

"You can't marry me. I'm a man!"

"Nobody's perfect."

Hee!

Love that movie. Love. It.

~victoria

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[current mood: woozy]
[current music: Junglelove - Steve Miller Band]
[random quote: If I gave you everything that I owned, and asked for nothing in return, would you do the same for me as I would for you?]

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2002-06-27 - 11:35 a.m.

Letters. We get letters.

Okay, it's hot, I have a headache, and I don't wanna think too much.

So, guestbook comments. *g*

Hope no one minds this method of response. I'm 3 weeks to a month behind on email, so this is the quickest method, really.

Riikka wrote, in response to my entry on the dreaded "c" word:
I do know what you're talking about. The whole thing about feminine words and how it's always somehow more meaningful to refer to yourself as being "manly" or as you said, "being a man" and "taking it like a man". These are all things I've come across while studying for my English exam.

Do other languages not have these idiomatic expressions, that seem to elevate men and denigrate women?

Okay, dumb question. I'm recalling my freshman year of college, the first time I ever saw written Sicilian (it has no vowels!) and such proverbial gems as, "A woman is like an egg, the more you beat her, the better she'll be."

But specifically, the whole, "Be a man" or "take it like a man" as opposed to "weak as a woman" or "he shrieked like a woman" kind of expressions.

Any multi-lingual people out there wanna chime in?

However, referring to your own cunt? Um, no. That's just not the way it works. I can be quite blunt with men/women, but that word is not likely to come out of my mouth. I generally am quite outspoken and use very vulgar terms, but that word just doesn't have a place in my vocabulary.

That's how I am.

I mean, it's just a word that somehow -- I can't even *remember* being told about it, I just absorbed it somehow, unlike with the other "curse words," which my mother made quite sure we knew but couldn't ever use in her presence (and still mostly can't. sigh.), that one I picked up from somewhere else, and just absorbed all the negative connotations, without ever hearing anything positive.

So I have never used it in the throes of passion, nor referred to myself that way to anyone I've been with, even in my own thoughts.

Hee. Decided to comment here for a change; to be honest, I should make comments pretty much every day because you always post something that makes me think. So, yeah. Keep coming up with this intriguing stuff, and I'll keep reading. :)

Thanks!

Cschoolgirl wrote:
Read your comments on not being able to finish Day's Hard Light. I never read comics much besides second hand Wolverine, until the advent of Ultimate X-men. The story you're trying to write make me think of the scene in issue 11. Weapon X. Wolverine. Desert Storm. (There was a whole story arc on the X-men being forced into Weapon X and Wolverine rescuing them, because they fucked him over so bad. Really worth checking out.)

I have, shall we say, issues with Ult-X. *g*

It does sound sort of like what I'm thinking, except the Nam instead of Desert Storm (though I'd guess he was there, too). And without any present-day narrative adventure. Just a trip to DC with Rogue.

Gave me ideas for fanfic. Hey, mine all sits in notebooks, not brave enough to publish.

Oh, come on. You've got to type it up, find the appropriate venue, and let 'er rip!

Seriously.

Anyway it's a great issue. I can't wait to read Day's Hard Light if you ever get it finished.

Heh. Me neither. *G* Thanks.

Mindy wrote:
"punkass bitch Clemens" hee! Mindy, Red Sox fan

Hee! I feel for the Sox faithful. I really do. As a NY Rangers fan, I can appreciate curses and long droughts between championships.

And it looks like what goes around may finally be coming around for the Rocket. He isn't getting out of the way of those come-backers as quick as he used to, eh?

I know it's wrong to thrill to the injuries of others, but grrr... he pisses me off.

Meg wrote:
You are so sweet about the whole Caliper thing. I'm glad I could help, and yeah, I've contributed a few ideas -- but *you* are the one who's done the *writing*, and put it all together. It's looking good, Vic. So nyer.

Bah.

Meg did the heavy lifting on Caliper. She's graciously allowing me to take credit. Yes, I've done the writing, but without her ideas, no writing would ever have gotten done.

So there. ;p~

Min wrote:
Well, as we want you to finish Caliper, All is Good. Ha!

Heh. Thanks. It's done. Just waiting for the last betas to come back.

Melina wrote:
If you can get the second Moulin Rouge soundtrack, 'Like a Virgin' makes it's appearance alongside 'Spectacular, Spectacular.' It's worth having :)

Thanks for the information! I've ordered it and it's shipped, so I should have it soon.

I don't suppose it's got a version of "Your Song" with all the talking Ewan does before he bursts into song, eh?

Maveness wrote, in regard to The Language of Goodbye:
See, it's not cloying or affected. Your Logan voice is so dead on that it just rings true. I dare say this way is hard with any character that's more touchy feely, but with Logan, it comes across as being honest and heartfelt without that sickening sweet angle. Hell, I liked it a lot.

::preens::

Thanks so much.

I'm so happy the Logan voice works. I think -- and anyone who's written a 2nd person POV, feel free to add your 11 cents -- that one reason I wasn't so completely opposed to the 2nd person POV in this was because I could hear *Logan* telling me the story. Literally. The first line was him curled up next to me in the bookstore as I held the book entitled "The Language of Goodbye" and he said, "This is how it happens. You meet a girl in a bar." And I said, "You looked at her. You didn't really *meet* her until later."

And boom!

Story.

So while it *could* have been all in first person, that didn't work, because Logan is literally telling the story, much like the Ancient Mariner. He tells Rogue the story as she's dying, and he tells it to everyone else he meets thereafter.

Anyhow, I'm so happy you like it. I'm working on draft 3 now, to clear up the questions of Rogue's death and the whole MRA thing, and maybe add some description, much as I hate it.

Thanks!

Kitty wrote, again in regard to The Language of Goodbye:
We all say that second person sucks, until we need it to write something that will not go away.

Ain't it the truth?

I don't think I'll be embracing 2nd person, either as a writer or a reader, but damn, this story was demanding.

I had one (much too short) and yours makes it pale in comparison.

Oh, bah.

Let's see it before you make those kinds of statements.

Logan feels *right* in this, the voice in this right. Marie feels like a shadow, something in the peripheral, indistinct but *there* and I think anything closer, anything more distinct would've spoiled it. This was a great piece and you should be proud of it.

Thanks so much.

I'm so happy Logan feels right. I feel like I understand him, and know him, but sometimes I don't think I handle him very well from a first person (or, in this case, 2nd person) POV. I can do him from the outside, but his voice always worries me.

As for Marie, that's great. That's exactly what I wanted - to have her hovering, but not really *there* anymore, because she's gone, and he can't bring her back in the end.

::does happy writer dance::

And that concludes our latest installment of From the Mailbag. *g*

Mosey on over to the LJ if you have comments, and also for good linkage.

~victoria

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[current mood: Letterman-esque]
[current music: Perfect Blue Buildings - Counting Crows]
[random quote: Here's the mail / it never fails / it makes me want to wag my tail...]

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The painting is "Boreas" by John William Waterhouse. Again, not a muse, but I like her. She suits the color scheme.

The quote is from Sir Philip Sidney.

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