Look into my brain, why don’t you?
I’m almost finished with Watcher of the Skies. Hitting that point where I feel it all whooshing to the conclusion. And rather than show you a snippet, I thought I’d just let you take a look. I’ve been busy at the Pinterest board, and it’s got a lot of spoilers in it. Or, at least, to me, it does. It might not to you. A bit Regency, a bit Classical, a bit Victorian… and lots and lots of water.
Joss’s story is sad. Sadder than I thought it was going to be when I started. It’s still got a lot of light moments, including a pair of cats named Puke and Shit. As you do.
Last, from the poem that inspired the title:
On first looking into Chapman’s Homer, by John Keats
MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told 5
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken; 10
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.