In which my brain is dumb

I'm working on Aconite & Rue, which involves world-building as it's not set in my Mythosverse. It goes in the same universe as Snake Charmer, which is a crazy fae world something akin to New Arcadia in Sunshine. Monsters and magic everywhere, uneasy desegregation with the iron world, etc... Right.

So my back-brain, lazy lump of jello that it is, says to me, "ooh, wouldn't it be neat if we used the French Republican calendar? Isn't Thermidor a pretty name for a month?"

Riiiight.

Of course, back-brain has nothing to do with actual research or work, so it leaves to me figuring out what crazy historical shit might have happened to have what is pretty much modern America using this calendar.

I really don't know why I take back-brain with me when I leave the house.

In which my brain explodes

Writer types, have you seen this?

http://alg.livejournal.com/81163.html

My head exploded and I thought "I'll finish Prayers!" Then I took ten seconds and thought, "alas." Prayers, while definitly a romance, is perhaps not going to take Walmart by storm. Especially as the ending is not entirely het, and that ain't evah gonna change.*

Do I have any other Lovecraftian romance ideas lurking in the hind-brain?


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* Unless, of course, it changes itself by the end of the book. Which could happen.