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Missing Letter Monday – No “P”

Published September 14, 2015 by Iphis of Scyros

“The Best of the Achaians”

What quality makes a man great?

Strength of arms?
No, not that alone.
Any demi-god has that…
…and look how they turn out!
(Only Mycenae’s founder remained
A good man and true.
The rest died horrible deaths,
And Theseus abducted a child for his new bride!
And he died a horrible death to boot!)

Wisdom beyond measure?
If that was the case,
There would be few great men.
Maybe none at all.

Kindness, and a gentle heart,
Dedication to his friends?
Yes, yes, indeed!
A great man has devotion
And love in his heart,
Ready to lay down his life
To save those he cares for.

In truth, there is but one
Who sailed to Troy
With the strength and heart
To call himself the best.
Though he would never so call himself:
He would award the title
To the one he loves the most,
Friend, comrade, and so much more.

But his kind heart outshines
His selfish, fair-faced friend.
While Achilles sulked,
He shed tears of grief
For the deaths of the Danaan warriors.

His might in battle
Was ne’er so lauded
As that of his fickle friend,
But he killed so many Trojans
In his final stand
That they were maddened for revenge.

His death, too, was greater
Than the humiliation of Achilles.
(An arrow in the ankle?  Laughable!)
For the son of the Nereid,
Leto’s son needed but one mortal’s aid,
A tool to unleash the arrow.
But for he who was truly
The best of the Achaians,
The far-darter required the aid of two mortals,
A coward to stab from behind,
And lamentable Hector
To stab from the front.
Dishonorable though the kill was
— what honor could there be
In killing a naked, unarmed man? —
Hector was filled with hubris
To have brought down such a mighty foe.

The son of Menoitios
By his blameless life
Brought honor to his obscure father,
As his name suggests.
By his death he brought down
Hector, and all dreams of Troy’s survival.

In a golden urn
His bones were sheltered
While the son of Thetis cried and groaned
In an anguish more overwrought
Than any widow on the stage,
Though he knew his own bones
Would soon join with his lost comrade’s,
And they would be united in death,
Forever together.

Where is that urn now?
Is it hidden from view in the ground
Near Hisarlik?
Or was it stolen away,
In the ancient days of antiquity?
Which “tomb” covered those bones
When Alexander and his lover
Made their offerings at two tomb-shrines,
And ran their naked race on the sands?

Where now is the best of the Achaians?
The White Island is deserted,
The shrines of antiquity lost to time.
Who now wails for the hero that was lost?


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Did you think I’d write about anyone else this week?  Very naive if you did!  (I am a fan-girl, after all!)

I suck at endings, though.  *sigh*

 

Words Crush Wednesday – Homeric Version

Published June 10, 2015 by Iphis of Scyros

Since it’s Pride Month, I thought I’d let the rest of the month’s Words Crush Wednesday quotes focus on the homoerotic passages in the Iliad.  (Though I’m probably straight myself, I want to show my support.)  Though “homoerotic” may be a bit of a misnomer.  More like “passages that strongly imply a romantic/sexual side to the relationship between Achilles and Patroclos.”  But “homoerotic” is faster to type.

Sadly, the three strongest such passages are all after Patroclos’ death…

Anyway, moving on to the quote!  From Book Eighteen of the Iliad, Robert Fagles translation this time.  (Ideally, I’d have liked to mix and match phrases from a couple of different transations, but…yeah, that wouldn’t have been quoting as such.  I don’t know what that would have been.)  The quote begins with Thetis seeking out her son…

As he groaned from the depths his mother rose before him
and sobbing a sharp cry, cradled her son’s head in her hands
and her words were all compassion, winging pity:  “My child–
why in tears?  What sorrow has touched your heart?
Tell me, please.  Don’t harbor it deep inside you.
Zeus has accomplished everything you wanted,
just as you raised your hands and prayed that day.
All the sons of Achaea are pinned against the ships
and all for the want of you–they suffer shattering losses.”

And groaning deeply the matchless runner answered,
“O dear mother, true!  All those burning desires
Olympian Zeus has brought to pass for me–
but what joy to me now?  My dear comrade’s dead–
Patroclus–the man I loved beyond all other comrades,
loved as my own life–I’ve lost him–Hector’s killed him,
stripped the gigantic armor off his back, a marvel to behold–
my burnished gear!  Radiant gifts the gods presented Peleus
the day they drove you into a mortal’s marriage bed…
I wish you’d lingered deep with the deathless sea-nymphs,
lived at ease, and Peleus carried home a mortal bride.
But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge
within your heart as well–for your own son’s death.
Never again will you embrace him striding home.
My spirit rebels–I’ve lost the will to live,
to take my stand in the world of men–unless,
before all else, Hector’s battered down by my spear
and gasps away his life, the blood-price for Patroclus,
Menoetius’ gallant son he’s killed and stripped!”

But Thetis answered, warning through her tears,
“You’re doomed to a short life, my son, from all you say!
For hard on the heels of Hector’s death your death
must come at once–”

“Then let me die at once”–
Achilles burst out, despairing–“since it was not my fate
to save my dearest comrade from his death!  Look,
a world away from his fatherland he’s perished,
lacking me, my fighting strength, to defend him.

Okay, I know, that went on too long, but I had to go on long enough to get to the part at the end there, where Achilles asserts that it was his duty to protect his underling.  Honestly, that may be the strongest proof of all that they were lovers.  Realistically, in this kind of war, it was actually Patroclos’ duty to die in Achilles’ place, not that he did so for such impersonal reasons.

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P is for Patroclos

Published April 18, 2015 by Iphis of Scyros

Finally, we’re up to P!  Patroclos is definitely my favorite character in the Trojan War, and quite possibly my favorite mortal in all the Greek myths.

Why?  Well, part of it’s just a “gut reaction,” I’ll admit.  I’m the type who forms attachments quickly and firmly where fictional characters are concerned, so there isn’t always a logical reason behind it.  But there are a lot of reasons to be a fan of Patroclos.

For one thing, he is absolutely the nicest guy in the Iliad.  Even when he tries to talk smack during the battle, he’s not very good at it; one of the many pieces I read last semester for my paper described his use of formalized language there and called it “awkward and self-conscious.”  (If I could remember which one, I would definitely give credit, but…I read a ludicrous number of books and articles on the subject last semester, so…I have no idea.  I’m not even sure if that was in a book or an article.)  And, in addition to his extreme devotion to his best friend and closest companion, he’s also deeply concerned by the plight of the other Achaians as the Trojans are decimating them in battle…which is something that absolutely cannot be said about his buddy Achilles!

Of course, his devotion to Achilles is what he’s best known for.  He does, after all, literally die for his sake and in his place.  As I mentioned in talking about Meleager’s wife Cleopatra, the parallel tale of Meleager as told in the Iliad describes him giving up on his sulks and going off to save his people, only to die in the process.  (Technically, the tale doesn’t absolutely say that he dies in the same battle, merely that he dies before he can collect the offered rewards, but that’s close enough!)  But instead of convincing Achilles to go fight–which, according to Achilles’ own oath, he should now do, since the Trojans have brought the fires of war into the camp–he goes out to fight in his armor, so that he can meet the death intended for his friend.  Whether or not he’s conscious of the fact that Achilles ought to be the one dying in that battle…who knows?  In my own (rather lame) novel about the Trojan War, that doesn’t occur to him, but if I ever write that one about Iphis, there he will go out to fight with that basic thought.  More relevantly, in the Iliad, he seems entirely unaware of his impending doom (though the audience is certainly made repeatedly aware of it!) and yet his death speech to Hector shows a certain amount of prescience that would imply that the notion had in fact crossed his mind that he might die in Achilles’ place.

And while the subject is under discussion, let me address his epic final battle.  Certain modern re-interpretations, particularly lousy Hollywood movies, have given the distinct impression that Patroclos was not up to the challenge of the battle, and that any victories he had were due entirely to the fear inspired by the armor of Achilles.  I would like to take this opportunity to set the record straight about that.  As Hyginus mentioned, Patroclos kicked a lot of ass in that battle, and killed a lot of Trojans.

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So I’ve written a play. Now what?

Published January 2, 2015 by Iphis of Scyros

Seriously, what do I do with a play?  A book I can self-publish.  A movie script I can chuck in the rubbish bin.  But a play?  If I knew any amateur theatrical groups, maybe I could see if they were interested (though admittedly it’s still only on the second draft, and probably still needs a lot of work) but I don’t know any.

Plus I’m not sure if anyone would be interested.  The play is called “Pyrrha” and it’s based on the 1773 opera “Achilles in Petticoats.”  (Though from looking at the libretto, it’s not what we would currently consider “opera,” as there’s a lot more talking than there is singing.)

Of course, I changed up more than just the dialog and the character names.  (No Roman names when I’m involved!)

The big change was that I removed the made-up nephew of the queen, and replaced him with Patroclos.  (Who I then made into the queen’s nephew…which is surprisingly easy to do, since we know jack-all about his mother.  And the surviving texts never mention Lycomedes’ wife, so I was free to make the two of them sisters.)  So the play has a stronger homoerotic quotient than the original, as Patroclos does not lose his interest in Pyrrha when he learns that “she” is actually Achilles.  But I left it fairly subtle, so I don’t know if an LGBT-oriented theatre troop would want it.

I guess, in the end, I’ll probably end up self-publishing it, too, but a play that’s never performed feels sad and lonely, y’know?

Then again, so do I, so maybe that’s appropriate.

I forgot about Penthesileia

Published December 21, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

When I was describing my dream TV show, I forgot to talk about how I wanted to work in Penthesileia into the final season.

The way I see it, Achilles is still mourning for Patroclos, and goes out riding by himself, trying to come to terms with his grief, but wearing in full armor, just in case.  At one of the rivers, he encounters a bathing woman.  She’s beautiful, and he “falls in love” with his usual speed, but she refuses his seduction.  (Which probably just makes him fall for her harder, as that’s never happened before.)  Maybe they meet more there more than once, but she’s always either naked or nearly so.

So he doesn’t recognize her in her armor and concealing helmet.  But then when he goes to loot the corpse and removes her helmet, he realizes that she’s the beautiful woman he had fallen in love with at the river’s edge.  That way his sorrow and regret over her death wouldn’t feel so much like necrophilia.  Likewise, he’d seem slightly less out of line when he then kills Thersites over the latter’s mockery.

I can’t get away with it, can I?

Published December 14, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

I can’t say “take it up the ass” in an academic paper, can I?

Some context.  My final paper is about, well, a lot of things, but let’s make it simpler than it is and say that it’s just looking at the way in which Achilles’ sexuality is represented in re-tellings and depictions of the Trojan War myth over time, and how that is symbolic of and caused by the era’s ideas of masculinity.  (Really, that’s only one section of the paper, but…)  So I finally got to the 21st century, and had to address the subject of the movie Troy, much as I’m loathe to do so.  (Worse still, if this paper really does grow into my Master’s Thesis as I intend, then at some point in the future, I’ll have to re-watch the terrible thing.)

So I get to the attitudes of the people making the movie (I don’t address whether the people in question are studio execs or what, ’cause how would I know?) and how even if they didn’t like it, they were aware of the whole pederastic relationship between Patroclos and Achilles, and how they changed Patroclos from an older man to a young boy so that no one in the audience could think their movie’s (nominal) hero took it up the ass.

I totally can’t get away with that, can I?

I mean, I know I can’t, but it’s just such a fun way to phrase it!  Plus you know that’s how Hollywood sees it.  (Obviously, real pederastic relationships in ancient Greece were considerably more complex than mere sexual intercourse, but there’s no way Hollywood as a whole knows or cares about that.)

Worse still, I have no one I can talk to about all this.  I mean, I can kinda-sorta talk to my brother about it, but he gets very uncomfortable about it, and I can only talk about the most tame elements with him.  I need a sister, dangit!

The absolute worst part is that I made the mistake of showing my mother the picture I was borrowing my dad’s scanner to scan in.  (I know, that sounds like a terrible violation of copyright laws, but it’s a picture of a 5th century Athenian vase, and I need to use it for my paper, and it’s not like I’m going to be distributing it other than to my professor, and then it’ll be fully credited as to its source.)  Actually, first let me tell about the scanning!  I had to let my dad do it, because he doesn’t let anyone else touch his toys, not even to type in file names, and when he asks me what I want to call the file, I tell him “Name Vase of the Achilles Painter” and he just looks at me, like there’s something wrong with me.  Then mutters something about how he hopes that all stays there.  Right, like file names are still limited to eight characters the way they were twenty years ago.  Ugh.  Anyway, so afterwards I was showing the picture to my mother, wondering what the little skirty-thing underneath the armor is called, and laughing about how it’s translucent so you can see his equipment.  And she immediately says that no, that’s surely just some kind of amulet.  Right.  Of course.  An amulet shaped like testicles and a penis, worn at the base of the armor.  Yeah, that makes sense.  And when I said that no, of course that’s not what it is, she starts saying how she’s just trying to give it a more “dignified” explanation, and then says something about “drawing a veil” over the whole subject since it’s so “sordid” and “unpleasant.”  And I’m sitting here going “Mom, that’s half my thesis you’re talking about there.”  I wanted to show her the Sosias Cup to really shock her, but it wasn’t in that book, unfortunately.

Someday I will learn.

Published December 12, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

I need to figure out the right way to handle academic writing.  I’m sitting there, surrounded by books (not to mention my iPad, which is stuffed with journal articles and scanned-in book extracts), and every time I need to make a quote or cite a particular point, I have to grind to a halt and search through as many as half a dozen texts to figure out which one is the one I’m looking for.

It’s not such a problem if I’m, say, trying to decide which translation of the Iliad to quote, or just looking for the right passage from Statius or “Achilles in Petticoats”.  On the other hand, it is massively frustrating to go through the five or six different books and articles I’ve read on the history of homosexuality this semester, trying to remember which one had exactly the point I’m trying to make about the raids on “molly houses” in the eighteenth century.  Or trying to look through more than a half a dozen sources to try and remember which one described Achilles’ histrionic grief over Patroclos’ death as being like “a good classical widow”.

But what I really want to know is this:  how did it get to be Friday already?!

I have less than a week to finish this paper and get it all polished up!  And after two and a half days of solid writing, I’m only barely at the start of Section II.  (And on top of everything else, I feel like I’ve left out at least half of what needs to be in there.) If I really have to write Section III and Section IV as well….ugh.  No way I’ll be able to polish.  In fact, I think I’d be lucky to finish at all.

I definitely bit off more than I can chew with this paper.

But I e-mailed the professor and asked him if it’s okay to only do one or two of the sections, so hopefully I can still pull this off.

Hopefully.

Ulrich von Lichtenstein

Published December 6, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

I had no idea there was really a person by that name.  (Or using it as a pen name?)  But there was.  He wrote a (probably fictional) autobiography in verse that was largely about him courting ladies and jousting, sometimes in a dress.  (Seriously!)  Apparently, he lived in the early-to-mid 13th century.

Sounds like his autobiography hasn’t seen much publication in modern times:  the book listed a German one in 1812 (he was from Styria, a place in Austria) and a “condensed” English one in 1969.

If I had more time, I would look to see if I could find a copy.  I bet it’s a really interesting read.

(Speaking of interesting reads, I was disappointed by the ending of “Achilles in Petticoats.”  After Odysseus reveals Achilles’ secret, there’s no “wait, that’s a guy I was hitting on?!” moment for any of his admirers, just an “oh, so that’s why ‘she’ was so close to Deidamia!” moment, followed by the promise of an o’er-hasty marriage prior to his departure for Troy.  Very dull when compared to the comedy that preceded it.  I am totally writing an updated version, only mine is going to add Patroclos, and hopefully maintain the same tone throughout.  (To assert that it will be funny throughout would be overweening confidence, I fear…)  But I’ll keep some of the narrative devices that were not a feature of the classical myth, like Lycomedes developing a passion for the “girl” left in his care…)

Complications, as always.

Published December 5, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

So–as I should have posted last night, if I hadn’t been too flippered by the fog–my final paper for my class (and thus my Master’s Thesis beyond it) has suddenly changed.  Instead of addressing sexuality, now it’s addressing gender.  To a certain extent, that doesn’t change too much, because after people re-discovered Homer and started seeing the homoerotic quality of the relationship between Achilles and Patroclos, their sexuality affected the way they were portrayed in terms of gender.  In other words, whether they were portrayed as masculine or effeminate, or somewhere in the middle.  (Though usually it’s been one or the other.)

The odd part, to me, is the fact that sometimes gender has been re-written in the same text over time.  In order to have more information about Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, I ended up checking the same volume of it out of the library that I had checked out earlier in the semester.  (Which feels absurd, considering that as a graduate student I get to hold onto library books for five months.  But it was by far the most recent edition they had.)  Anyway, reading through the introduction, I got to the part that detailed how the play had been performed in the twentieth century.  (Technically, it also described all known earlier performances, but there were only a handful of them.)  The shocking thing is that although Shakespeare definitely portrays Achilles and Patroclus as being sexually involved, neither one is presented as in any way effeminate, and yet in some of the performances in the latter half of the twentieth centuries, they (and especially Achilles) became decidedly so.  (Giving Achilles effeminate costumes and mannerisms in that play makes no sense to me, considering that the text itself portrays him as close to “macho meathead” as Shakespeare can get.  Well, no:  its portrayal of “Ajax” (God, I hate the Roman spelling!) is as close to “macho meathead” as Shakespeare can get, with Achilles running him a close second.)  That performance detail actually tells us a lot more about the twentieth century’s attitudes towards homosexuality than it does about Shakespeare’s!  (Especially since Achilles, at least, is not homosexual in the play, as he’s also in love with Polyxena, as per Dares, making him bisexual.)

Anyway, getting back to the whole changed topic thing, that means I came back from campus last night with seven more library books, Troilus and Cressida being only one of them, and the simplest to deal with.  The others are on gender and masculinity.  I’m not sure any of them really have what I need, though.  It’s hard to know what to type into the library catalog search to get a good historical overview of changing historical perceptions of gender image over time.  A lot of titles looked like they were about that kind of thing, only then I would look at their table of contents, and they’d actually only be about the changes to gender roles in “modern” America.  (Modern in quotes because naturally the books are at least ten years old, if not older, so in addition to everything else, they’re out of date.)  This complicates things enormously.

But on the other hand, it’s going to give me a lot more lee-way to play around with interesting stuff that didn’t necessarily fit in the old thesis.  Particularly the stuff about Achilles’ time in drag on Scyros.  There’s a lot of really fascinating portrayals of that period, and one of the really remarkable things about it is how many of the paintings from the 17th century (and there are a huge number of them on Wikimedia Commons from the 17th century) depict him as being entirely indistinguishable from the actual girls.  As opposed to one I found from the 19th century, where he wasn’t even trying to look like a girl.

And then there’s the libretto that inter-library loan managed to get for me!  It’s a .pdf of a microfilm (or was it microfiche?) of the booklet that was being handed out at the initial production of “Achilles in Petticoats” in 1773.  It’s more than a little hard to read because the letters weren’t too well inked before being pressed onto the page, and of course they use those “long s”s that look like “f”s, which makes it hard to read, too.  (It’s easy enough to guess that there was never a word “paffion” but when half the other letters in a word are nearly indistinguishable, that just makes it that much harder to read.)  However!  It is totally worth the effort!  Because oh-my-god is it funny!  It starts out with a scene between Lycomedes and one of his courtiers, and the courtier says that he can tell that Lycomedes has fallen in love with that girl Pyrrha who was left behind by her mother, and that he’s sure she’ll respond favorably, because why else would her mother have left her there but to become the king’s lover, and besides the girl has so much of the coquette about her and so forth and so on.  None of which would be funny, naturally, if one didn’t know that Pyrrha was actually Achilles in a dress.  Then we learn that Lycomedes’ wife is jealous of Pyrrha, and when Lycomedes learns that Pyrrha spurned the advance he sent through his courtier/procurer he tries to force himself on “her” only to get the crap beaten out of him, and when his wife hears about that she just becomes more convinced that Pyrrha is a threat (apparently thinking the violent rejection was only for show?) and determines to marry “her” off to her nephew.  Only after the queen has told Pyrrha about the match she proposes with her nephew are we left alone with Achilles and Deidamia, when he starts lamenting his fate as the most miserable man in the world, though she of course counters that her own position is far worse than his.  Not that he listens to her:  he’s being stereotypically “masculine” in his dealings with her, so far, by telling her (though not in these words) to shut up and let him think.  It gets worse, of course.  Where I last left off reading, “Ajax” (presumably meaning Telamonian Aias, rather than Locrian) had challenged the queen’s nephew to a duel over Pyrrha.  Someone’s not going to be happy when he learns the truth, methinks.  LOL!  I totally want to re-write this play into a slightly less mythically mangled (and definitely less misogynistic) version.  The whole concept of having Achilles be so convincing at pretending to be a girl that men are fighting over him is just too funny!  (And yet, Patroclos isn’t on the dramatis personae at the beginning!)

And on an amazingly related note, I want to talk about the book I got from Amazon.com today.  It’s the first shipment of the stuff I ordered on Black Friday (none of which actually turned out to be on a Black Friday sale, go figure) and the shipment consisted of a video game (which I had ordered for myself, not as a gift for someone else) and a book compiling all known Sophocles fragments.  As soon as the package was opened, I set the game aside, and pounced on the book.  (This is probably abnormal.)  Seriously, I sat down and went through the entire book, reading every fragment of any play that looked like it was going to have even a slight impact on my thesis, and a number of fragments that didn’t.  (Including “The Searchers” which is a large chunk of a satyr play about Apollo trying to get his cattle back from the infant Hermes.  Nothing to do with my paper, but it’s most of a satyr play!  How could I not read it?)  Anyway, one of the plays ties into my paper–and the libretto I was just talking about–deliciously.

It’s called “Achilleos Erastai” or “The Lovers of Achilles” and although the actual fragments themselves (having been quoted in various other works) are rather tame, it’s enough that the scholars are pretty sure that it was a satyr play, and the satyrs were all trying to make Achilles into their eromenos.  (Though this would likely have been set during his boyhood with Cheiron on Mt. Pelion, so it’s not quite as freaky as you might think.  Although satyrs trying to make any human boy their eromenos is freaky in and of itself.  (Have you seen the size of the equipment they have on Attic vases?  Yikes!))  Apparently, there was a play in a later era in which Heracles “had that role” (not sure if the book meant he was trying to make Achilles into his eromenos, or actually succeeded) so the book theorized that he might theoretically have been in it as well (being commonly involved in satyr plays) but not necessarily, and based on Plato’s famous assertion in the Symposium that Patroclos was the erastes of the relationship, he might also have been in it.  Man, it would be awesome if that play had survived!  I bet it was hilarious!

That reminds me, though.  I want to go to the Perseus Project and see if they have that other play, the one with Heracles….

My biggest worry…

Published December 2, 2014 by Iphis of Scyros

…about the presentation is what people are going to think about me/ask me about afterwards.  It’s not that I don’t think I can answer their questions, or that they’ll ask a question that I don’t know the answer to that I really ought to.  It’s that I’m worried they’re going to ask “so, are you a lesbian, then?”  Because I’m afraid that if they ask, I’ll answer honestly and say something snarky like “I’m fat, ugly, introverted, weird, misanthropic, and generally no fun to be around.  I’ve never had any chance to have any kind of sexuality.”  Of course, if they don’t ask and just assume, that’s not really that much better.  Not that it’s like I see any possible dating prospects among the other students in the class, but…yeah, let’s face it, I have no possible dating prospects anywhere in the world, and I’m only fooling myself when I try to pretend otherwise.

Regardless, this issue is exactly why I wanted to make my thesis on the more general topic of the changing depictions of Achilles’ entire sex life, not just about his relationship with Patroclos.  That was how the professor instantly re-interpreted my prospective thesis topic as I was describing it to him.  I suppose it’s a stronger topic from an intellectual stand-point, but it’s more than a little awkward.  And I shudder to think what will happen if later presentations in the thesis path eventually require me to go into verbal detail about, say, changing attitudes towards anal sex.  I have no problems reading or even writing about that, but I think if I had to talk about it in front of a group of people, I would break down into helpless fits of “um” and “er” and other pathetic non-words.  (I would say that I’d turn bright red, but I don’t think I blush.  At all.  In my novels, I’m always describing people as feeling their faces turn hot when they blush, but I’ve never had that feeling.)

On the other hand, I feel surprisingly confident about having actually written the presentation.  Not that I think it’s all that good, mind you, but it feels very complete.  Well, it felt more complete before I had to chop it in half to make it only 15 minutes long, but…yeah, it feels like I’ve done all I can with the topic in the time limit.  I’ll give it another going over tomorrow, naturally, but…the sudden appearance of (gasp) free time in my schedule is weird and almost terrifying.  It’s hard to get used to NaNo being over, I guess.

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