And Party Poison is entirely too comfortable in my skin. Thought he was gonna have a go at my tits, was what prompted this post originally. Not that I don't have a complex relationship with my tits but mostly I like having them?
"Have a go at"? - what do you mean? (I know what I think it means, but hello idiolects and such.)
It's funny who is and isn't comfortable in your skin. I have several characters who are weirded out by the whole disabled thing, there's an "Excuse me, why does your body not do what it's told?", because that's outside their realm of experience, but the weirdest one was writing a short 13 year old girl. I've never been "small" in that sense. Up until 15 I was tall for my age (then I quit growing and everyone caught up). At her age I was taller than some of my teachers. So it was very strange to get into the mindset of someone who saw herself as being small, and navigated the world that way. There was a lot of "Why don't you just... ah. Wait. Can't. Fair enough!"
Which is... I'm *not* used to muses being *in* my skin that way. I have them talk back an awful lot, mostly from off in their own universes and about their own problems (although lately Ivan Vorpatril has been muttering about the person for whom I have the tag "you are an idiot yes you," and that's been weird as well), but that was actually sort of... having him alongside in my own head.
I think it might be because I'm working on a first-person piece in Danger Days universe, not his POV but sort-of-mary-sue-mine-in-pastiche-of-his and it's... creating parallels.
Ohhhh. I wondered - and this is one of the things I love/find amusing/occasionally throw shoes at on the net, we all have different linguistic backgrounds. I'm Anglo-Irish - Cork and Yorkshire. And to "have a go at" someone (or something) means to yell at/tell them off. So while I knew you probably meant something else, I had this mental image of Party Poison crouching down to eye-level with someone's breasts and shouting at them. (*facepalm* Yeah, this is why my brain isn't allowed out on his own.)
Ahhh, yeah - it's weird as hell the first time it happens. They don't give you a manual on this, and they sure as hell don't warn you! My muses are mostly the shoulder-surfer type, they "sit" just behind my shoulder on the deaf side and chatter away. (I have been told "Well, it's not like you're using that ear anyway".) But there is very much a sense of them physically too.
...god, we really need more vocab for this. *throws up hands* I know what I mean, just not how to communicate it.
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It's funny who is and isn't comfortable in your skin. I have several characters who are weirded out by the whole disabled thing, there's an "Excuse me, why does your body not do what it's told?", because that's outside their realm of experience, but the weirdest one was writing a short 13 year old girl. I've never been "small" in that sense. Up until 15 I was tall for my age (then I quit growing and everyone caught up). At her age I was taller than some of my teachers. So it was very strange to get into the mindset of someone who saw herself as being small, and navigated the world that way. There was a lot of "Why don't you just... ah. Wait. Can't. Fair enough!"
Re: out of his tiny shiny
Which is... I'm *not* used to muses being *in* my skin that way. I have them talk back an awful lot, mostly from off in their own universes and about their own problems (although lately Ivan Vorpatril has been muttering about the person for whom I have the tag "you are an idiot yes you," and that's been weird as well), but that was actually sort of... having him alongside in my own head.
I think it might be because I'm working on a first-person piece in Danger Days universe, not his POV but sort-of-mary-sue-mine-in-pastiche-of-his and it's... creating parallels.
Re: out of his tiny shiny
Ahhh, yeah - it's weird as hell the first time it happens. They don't give you a manual on this, and they sure as hell don't warn you! My muses are mostly the shoulder-surfer type, they "sit" just behind my shoulder on the deaf side and chatter away. (I have been told "Well, it's not like you're using that ear anyway".) But there is very much a sense of them physically too.
...god, we really need more vocab for this. *throws up hands* I know what I mean, just not how to communicate it.