Conferring with Susan, my editor, this morning, her advice to me was to top off my sanity tank by letting go of the nooze and working on my book all day. I’ve been doing that, and I feel saner already.
My current villain, Ysbott the Snake, fleeing a well-earned execution, has found a young girl named Qeqa living all alone in a strange, uninhabited sector of Lintum Forest. How has she managed to survive? She claims she’s been protected by “gnomes” who are only visible when they choose to be. It’s got to be a lie–but how else could she be living there? She’s strong and healthy, well-fed… and she just might turn out to be a more dangerous character than Ysbott himself.
You can’t spend much time with the Lady of the Lake without encountering a pre-Christian tradition among the Celtic peoples that certain lakes, ponds, and bogs were sacred places endowed with spiritual energy. Celtic chieftains threw valuable items into those pools as sacrifices. Kings sometimes sacrificed their finest swords.
Might Arthur’s sword, Excalibur, have been recovered from such a place? That would certainly explain why people believed the sword to have special qualities. I think that might resonate with anyone familiar with Japan’s sword tradition.
Well, the landlord’s done mowing the lawn, so I’ll go back outside for another session with my book.
The highlight of the festival is the burning of a wooden human effigy. Anybody ever see The Wicker Man? Same thing, except in the movie they burn it with a live person and live animals inside it, as a sacrifice to pagan false gods. Julius Caesar had a major beef with the Gauls over this, and devoted a lot of work to stamping out this evil practice.
Now it’s where celebs and millionaires go to practice radical inclusion. Low-end tickets cost $425 each.
Would you believe The Burning Man got its start in San Francisco? Okay, I hear you saying “Where else?”
This year some of the hippier types are complaining that capitalism is “ruining Burning Man’s original spirit.” Maybe capitalism is one of those things you exclude when you’re doing radical inclusion.
I’d like to know how many liberal churchmen attend this jamboree. You know–the kind in pink or lavender shirts who perform same-sex pseudomarriages.
Anyhow, that’s the state of our culture. Burning Man is no big thing in itself, but all those little things add up into a burden that will one day crush us.
Because when you kill the culture, the culture’s gonna kill you back.