Part 2 is under the cut.

Some unknown muse struck me when the final BSG season began.  The little snake has been crawling around under my bed for some months, sitting in the back seat of my car, playing in my shower.  It has come out, and now you all out there are going to have to deal with it.  Well, not really, only if you want.

This is rather Lee Adama heavy, but I believe nearly everyone is going to show.  The fic is being written as BSG runs and is following along for the most part, only is slightly AU as the little snake has its own way and will finish sooner.

Anything but fluffy.  Adult, violent situations, thought provoking, I hope, much like BSG.

Info of dubious interest filched out of  the March-April issue of "Mental Floss" magazine. 

Completed fiction written really fast:  A team of 40 German authors got together on World Book Day in 2003.  They each wrote two pages, and the finished product was corrected and printed before the day was over.

Really slow:  The German writer Goethe began working on his literary opus, Faust, in 1772.   It was finally published in full in 1832 - the year of his death.

Does this have anything to do with our fast-paced world?

Of course, one wonders what the stories are behind the lines printed out of context.  These days, a person could go on line and find the answers, if one took the time.  Back to the face-paced world, again.

April, and it has snowed AGAIN. 

Put together a couple excerpts from my novel so this short story would make some sense, at least I hope it does.

Happy April Fool's everyone.

I've nearly lost this list twice now, so I won't lose it here . . . yes?  Somewhere, persons, other books, mags and numerous mysterious sources have noted these as excellent authors/novels for reading:

The Speed of Dark by Eliza Moon;  White Horses and Angel Landing by Alice Hoffman (she's one of my favorites);  Wild Seed by Octavia Butler.  Plus Jill McCorkle, Anita Shreve and Richard Brautigan.

Anyone read them?  I've loved everything I've read by Alice Hoffman, especially "Here on Earth" and "Turtle Moon."

A favorite sci fi is Maria Doria Russell's "The Sparrow" and "Children of God."  Plus anything by Ursula Leguin and C. J. Cherryh.  Then there's Jacqueline Carey's "Kushiel" series.

I do love male authors, too.  Of course, Asimov, Clarke, Bradbury, etc.  Plus the strange Mr. Delaney; my favorite is "Dahlgren, which I have read three times.

This is turning into a sort of Meme, so I will stop.  Any suggestions out there?

I generally try to stay out of politics, except when it comes time to vote and, even then, generally feel rather helpless these days.  Even so, I remain hopeful, a believer that each person must do what they can, regardless of the fact that it sometimes seems nearly useless.  If we each gave up our small part, it certainly would be useless, so I keep trying.  That's all there is, isn't it.

I read this post recently, and this person expressed my feelings much better than I ever could, so I have to put a link to it from my journal.  It's a comment on this fifth spring since the war began, and I expect I don't need to mention which war.

Spring arrives, once again.

I'm not sure for whom I'm writing this.  I'm likely the only one whoever reads it.  In case not - beware the Mexican Riviera!

Just got back and, unless you want to spend oodles at the newest copy of Disneylandish Riviera scam, don't go.  Well, with caveats.  Paradise can still be found, but it takes some looking.  Beware car rental (particularly Hertz) and condominium scams.

If you have to stay in Cancun (and I wouldn't out of choice), El Rey del Caribe is about as close as you can get to not being in the middle of a big city.  It's reasonable ($80 a night for a king bed, inc. continental breakfast), near the bus terminal, and all rooms surround a beautiful garden with a constantly tinkling fountain and pool.

Find the lovely Isla Holbox a three hour bus ride north of Cancun.  It's a yet unspoiled fishing village that is fast disappearing along with many other small islands on our precious planet.  If you crave a tranquil beach and nothing much to do but loll about in a hammock outside your own palm-roofed cabina, check out Villas Chimay.  Petra makes a lovely breakfast every morning, and the orange juice and fresh fruit are . . . aaaaaah.  Please don't mind the large iguanas and compost toilets.

South of Cancun is one fancy, overblown condominium development and resort complex after another.  What used to be the lovely fishing village of Playa del Carmen has become a city complete with shopping centers, MacDonald's and Home Depot.

We made it to Tulum where there are more resorts than we could count, but at least they are small, hidden within the jungle, and everything is powered by solar or wind turbines.  Be warned.  Nothing is cheap here.  Expect to pay at least as much as you would anywhere in the States.  EXCEPT:  One little place a hitchhiker we picked up told us about.  It's a taqueria on the west side of the highway from Cancun about a block from the main intersection between the pueblo of Tulum and the road to the beach.  The reasonable supermarket is right there on the corner.  This place has the best fish tacos I have ever had in my life!  A whole filet in each one, and they melt in your mouth - $1.50 each.  Lordy, I want one right now.

We stayed six nights in a cabina on the beach at Diamante K.  White sand, aqua water, mosquito nets, breeze, plenty of hammocks and shady palms, lots of little palm topped cabinas, amazing Mayan-style carvings and bronze statues.  Whoever originally built this place was very creative, mucho talent.  Great restaurant and beach bar, although it could get a little loud at night if you wanted to sleep, but electricity was turned off at eleven.   We had breakfast served on the beach one morning - the height of luxury.  We were on vacation, you know.

Took a drive and exploration south through the biosphere of Sian Ka'an to the fishing village of Punta Allen with a couple we met and hung out with.  All four of us decided if we came back, we would stay here the whole time.  This place is still unspoiled and very beautiful.  No fancy restaurants and wild parties though, so if that's what you want . . . .

Beach walks, eating, snorkeling in a cenote (freshwater pools inland), eating, making new friends, exploring, eating, hammock dozing, sunning, eating, swimming, writing, reading, eating.  Yeah, we gained a few pounds.

I'm relaxed, refreshed, recharged.  How long will it last?

Til next time.

I just read o_yannik's post that referred back to novelin90's thread re why we write.  It was so good I have to put it here so I can refer back to it whenever I want.

http://community.livejournal.com/novel_in_90/250583.html

Speaking of, it's time to do more of that very thing right now.

The following article is excerpted from an article by Corey Blake in "The Writer" magazine.  Corey is based in L.A. and Chicago, and has developed more than 100 screenplays and manuscripts with LA Film Lab Entertainment.

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I am a Lee Adama fan, in case no one has noticed.  He is so appealing and messed up!

Here he's questioning his motives re Baltar's trial, silly boy.  Temporarily.  We know how he does that and comes 'round right in the end . . . usually.




 

This is written in response to a suggestion/request from Maevenly, who wanted a Lee/Kara fic from Zak's point of view. Here it is Maevenly, especially for you.