It’s day two of no freelance deadlines, hurrah! And I’m getting to grips on things again. I’ve been making entries on the Magic Spreadsheet, nudging the daily wordcount up past 1000, reconfiguring the desk into something a little more ergonomic … and also treating myself to Season 3 of Attack on Titan.
(Yes, I know, not S3, but I love this image.)
So far I’m enjoying it, though with reservations. Sometimes, for me, long-running series go down narrative paths that I find frustrating, though understandable if you’re trying to sustain a story through double-digit manga volumes. There was a sense of scale to the first two seasons of AoT that I worry might be getting lost, as the focus seems to be shifting away from the grand battles of small, determined humans vs. vast distortions of themselves, and more into old tropes of bloodlines and inherited power and blah blah blah.
Also I was hoping for more of this guy.
Though there was more of this guy, and that’s always a good thing.
It’s a bit hypocritical of me to whinge about bloodlines considering that I’m writing four effing novels that include this trope. But if nothing else, AoT is reminding me of why I included it in the first place: so I can constantly have characters say this blood thing is utter bullshit, over and over, until the very idea is ground into dust for good.
Another good reminder: of what it feels like to immerse in a world, to feel it, to can’t wait to find out what happens next. Of how much I love large casts and varied stakes and the minutiae of worldbuilding (am I the only one who pauses in those mid-episode breaks to read them? Who enjoys references to details like the vats of yeast?) One of the reasons I write is to chase that feeling for myself, but sometimes that purpose gets lost in the crush of deadlines and expectations … As soon as the end credits began rolling last night, though, I was hunting for my laptop.