The art is complete for our new game NEGOCIOS INFERNALES. We have made a prototype for playtesting!
(The size has not yet been adjusted from playing card to tarot card, but that’s a little thing.)
For now, this “La Baraja del Destino” of ours is ready to test at Boskone and it is BEE-YOOOUU–TEEE–FUL!
All art by the glorious, the genius, the darling Rebecca Huston of Heathen Ink!
Keep reading for MORE ABOUT THE GAME!
The game of NEGOCIOS INFERNALES is Men in Black by way of the Spanish Inquisition!
A world very much like our Earth is experiencing something a lot like our Spanish Inquisition. Aliens show up to this planet with an invitation for the humans there to join their Cosmic Consciousness, but the humans there aren’t quite able to understand what the aliens are or what they want.
“Are you devils?” ask the humans. “Um, sure,” shrug…
Carlos and I stole a chance to sit down and play with the piano for a little while, and we came up with a sprightly madrigal sort of melody for this, which actually works quite well given the creepy content. I will test it out with my brother Jeremy and Faye this weekend.
I’m printing out song-sheets, so I might as well print several extras of this!
I changed the refrain and rephrased a few things for easier singing.
THE FALL OF REYNARDINE
Lyrics by C. S. E. Cooney Music by Carlos Hernandez
“Come thou hither, miner’s daughter With thy braids as black as night With thy face so brown and shining And thine eyes so full of light Come and see my crystal castle With its ramparts all gleam Come and wake me from my slumber Come and kiss thy Reynardine!”
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
What is she who grins so whitely? What is she who calls so sweet? Phantom vixen, shade or shadow— Are you after love, or meat? Sure, I am a miner’s daughter Came my father long ago From the highest flights of heaven Made to dig the mines below
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
Dug he deep, and dug he deeply Till he struck upon a stone Till he found a maid imprisoned Broke the rock and brought her home So you see, your snare can’t catch me O my clever Reynardine For I am a miner’s daughter And my mother is a queen
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
Yes, my mother has a castle Crystal walls in crystal glade Told me, “O beware, my daughter O, beware the vixen’s shade She will find you in the forest Lure you to her casket stone She will bid you break her shackles Kiss her mouth and bring her home”
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
“And her home will be our castle And our bowels be her bowl She will drink your father’s heart-blood Sipped from out your mother’s skull Oh beware, beware my daughter Listen to your mother queen And do not forsake your people For the love of Reynardine!”
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
No, my love is strong and supple Oh, my love is fierce and wild And she’ll meet me in this dark wood Where we two will bide a while Walk we two up to your casket Kneel we there upon your stone Pledge our love now and forever Seal you fast to die alone
Reynardine, Reynardine Come and kiss your Reynardine Deep within forest green Come and kiss your Reynardine
Die, ye shade whose will would smite us Die, ye poison in the breast Seven times thy spite turn on thee Seven times put thee to rest Then at journey’s end we’ll travel For to see my mother queen At her table, feast and revel At the fall of Reynardine!
Reynardine, Reynardine Cursed forever, Reynardine Deep within forest green Now is fallen Reynardine
Regarding our upcoming “Ballads from a Distant Star” concept album campaign:
I AM VACILLATING! Indiegogo or Kickstarter?
I went with Indiegogo last time, for the first two Brimstone Rhine EPs. And still, the thought of operating with partial funding and paying the rest out of pocket is still better than doing all this work & having it come to nothing!
But Kickstarter is a bigger platform. Plus they have HQ in NYC. And I’m here. Unlike last time.
This is a bigger project, more ambitious, more moving parts, more collaborators. It didn’t begin as a Brimstone Rhine project at all, but part of the (erstwhile) Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours performance group.
I mean, a sci-fi CONCEPT ALBUM! We’ve been working on the music for YEARS! I’m dedicated to this music—partly because a great bulk of it was written and composed by some of my dearest shield-sisters in the WORLD! Plus, I like my own pieces!!!
It’s ambitious—more ambitious than my first—early, fun, beautifully imperfect—attempts at those two EPS, “Alecto! Alecto!” and “The Headless Bride.”
“Corbeau Blanc and Corbeau Noir” was all out of pocket, because it was a present to my backers—as a thank you—and I think the music was often more adventurous, but “Ballads” is next league stuff.
Or so I hope.
AAAUUGHHH!
Ahem. Yes. I’ve been working on campaign tonight. >.> Crunching numbers. Writing emails. Sending texts.
Having just made a little video of Carlos Hernandez reading from his new short story “Your Two Better Halves”–which he was invited to write for the Where the Veil is Thin anthology–I am now doing the same.
For the SAME BOOK!
Yes, we share a TABLE OF CONTENTS, everybody!
Where the Veil is Thin is currently being Kickstarted! If this video (or Carlos’s, for that matter) make you hungry for more, please consider backing!
Today in revising “The Twice-Drowned Saint,” I needed some help visualizing Gelethel: the Angelic City. (Hint: not your mama’s angels.) (Hint: You don’t want to go there.) (Well, most of you.)
Anyway, this is what I knew:
Gelethel, “the Diamond of Bellisaar” is 15 miles on each side, with an area of 225 square miles. It is surrounded by the Gelthic Serac, which is pure blue ice: 50 meters deep and 200 meters high.
I knew that before She “got ate,” the god of Gelethel gave each of Her 15 original angels (there are only 14 left in the city) an allotment, or district, to call their own.
But I didn’t know how to visualize the city, or how to divide it up into 15 equal areas (1 square mile, or 640 acres) without doing a bunch of boring rectangles (the only visual the internet could show me).
Thankfully, I know author (and musician! and math teacher!) Edward Peters Aubry, and I asked him to help me.
And he was SO KIND, and did NOT make fun of my mathematical ineptitude, and he told me to get out some graph paper, and then he told me JUST HOW TO DO IT.
I make the diamond: 15 by 15 by 15 by 15 squares. Every angel gets fifteen squares with the diamond. AND THAT’S ALL! The districts can be any shape I want!
I mean, OF COURSE! A CHILD would’ve known that! But I needed help, and I’m SO GRATEFUL! And now I have a map, and it is TOTES HELPFUL in this present draft I am writing.
My E for East looks like an S, and I think I misspelled some of my angels’ names, but whatever. I got to use CRAYONS!
One of the songs he ended on (one of three–I think?–encores) was Fairport Convention’s “Reynardine,” (lyrics here), a version of the Reynardine ballad.
So then, I wrote this at midnight on the subway with the idea of adding it to the Distant Stars ballads. (More about Ballads from a Distant Starhere!)
The aliens in the Distant Stars abduction narrative present as “face of fox and tail of scorpion,” so the Reynardine ballad fits in well. Or rather, we’ve stolen enough ballads to retell them that ONE MORE feels JUST RIGHT. Maybe WE are the Reynardines.
Of course, given my druthers, I never like to end with women vanishing and villains winning. There’s enough of that in the world.
And so:
MINER’S DAUGHTER VS REYNARDINE
“Come thou hither, miner’s daughter With thy braids as black as night With thy face so brown and shining And thine eyes so full of light Come and see my crystal castle Turrets glitter, ramparts gleam Come and wake me from my slumber Come and kiss thy Reynardine!”
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
What is she who grins so whitely? What is she who calls so sweet? Phantom vixen, shade or shadow— Are you after love, or meat? Sure, I am a miner’s daughter Came my father long ago Press-ganged from the highest heaven To dig down in the mines below
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
Dug he deep, and dug he deeply Till he struck upon a stone Till he found a maid imprisoned Broke the rock and brought her home So you see, your snare can’t catch me O my clever Reynardine For I am a miner’s daughter And my mother is a queen
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
Yes, my mother has a castle Crystal walls in crystal glade Told me, “O beware, my daughter O, beware the vixen’s shade She will find you in the forest Lure you to her casket stone She will bid you break her shackles Kiss her mouth and bring her home”
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
“And that home will be our castle And our bowels be her bowl She will drink your father’s heart-blood Sipped from out your mother’s skull Oh beware, beware my daughter Listen to your mother queen And do not forsake your people For the love of Reynardine!”
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
No, my love is strong and supple Oh, my love is fierce and wild And she’ll meet me in this dark wood Where we two will bide a while Walk we two up to your casket Kneel we there upon your stone Pledge our love now and forever Seal you fast to die alone
Come and kiss thy Reynardine Deep within the forest green Come and kiss thy Reynardine
Die, ye shade whose will would smite us Die, ye poison in the breast Seven times thy spite turn on thee Seven times put thee to rest Then at journey’s end we’ll travel For to see my mother queen At her table, feast and revel At the fall of Reynardine!
Now has fallen Reynardine Deep within the forest green Now has fallen Reynardine!
Somehow in the whirl of the New Year, I neglected my action in Desdemona’s Tithe. (To read more about this year-long commitment–and probably beyond–follow this link.)
This month, I played catch-up with a double tithe. I hope the goblins of my private underworlds will not castigate me too sharply.
We supported the following institutions today in the necessary work they do:
For those of you who don’t know, it’s a science fiction and fantasy convention running from February 14-16, 2020 in Boston, MA.
It is, and I quote, “A weekend to meet like-minded fans and professionals in the genre industry, hear readings, and attend panels about books, science, art, games, music, and more.”
With the rise of audiobooks, voice actors have gained new prominence. However, voice acting goes beyond just reading the words on the page. Our experts come together to talk about the profession of voice acting, to share tips and tricks, and to discuss various channels for gaining training and jobs. We’ll also explore the kind of preparation needed for various genres, and how a voice performance differs from reading aloud or acting upon the stage.
2.) Adam Stemple and Brimstone Rhine Present: Distant Stars and and Irish Bars: Concert 14 Feb 2020, Friday 20:00 – 20:50, Lewis (Westin)
Start your Boskone weekend with a musical set with some of our multi-talented program participants.
Side note from ME: Carlos Hernandez, Faye Ringel, my brother Jeremy Cooney, and my friend Julia Rios, will all be singing songs to you from a concept album in-the-works called “BALLADS FROM A DISTANT STAR.” We are very excited to be singing together for you!!!
3. The Golden Compass: 25th Anniversary: Panel 15 Feb 2020, Saturday 15:00 – 15:50, Harbor I (Westin)
The first volume of Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials fantasy trilogy, a 1995 novel called Northern Lights in the U.K. and The Golden Compass in the U.S., ensorcelled the imaginations of tens of millions of readers worldwide. The quests of curious, clever, courageous young Lyra bring encounters with Dust and destiny, daemons and angels, armored bears and parallel worlds. Is this YA or adult fare? Did Pullman set out to slay religion, or merely C. S. Lewis? What do the later movie and TV adaptations add, or subtract?
4. New Game Demo: Negocios Infernales: Demonstration 16 Feb 2020, Sunday 11:00 – 12:50, Harbor III – Gaming (Westin)
Negocios Infernales is a GM-less storytelling RPG of magic, courtly intrigue, and Faustian bargains. In an Inquisition-Spain-like setting, each player will take on the role of a wizard who has made a deal with the Devil (actually aliens; long story) in order to gain frightening magical powers to try to save their kingdom.
Powered by an innovative character- and narrative-creation system that uses a unique deck of 54 cards, the game is designed to be extremely rules-light, making it friendly to RPG newcomers and a breath of fresh air for experienced gamers.
5. The Unlikely Imaginarium: A Group Reading: Reading 16 Feb 2020, Sunday 13:00 – 13:50, Griffin (Westin)
Authors C. S. E. Cooney, Zig Zag Claybourne, Carlos Hernandez, Julia Rios, and Elaine Isaak gather around the dark bonfire of their collective imagination to tell stories of women, wolves, woods, bones, enraged ninjas, AI toilets, the end of the world, and basically, the whole entire multiverse. Or maybe something completely different. Attend our wild and rambunctious reading to find out for yourselves!
6. Musician’s Jam Session: Filk / Music 16 Feb 2020, Sunday 14:00 – 14:50, Lewis (Westin)
A favorite of our Featured Filkers! Bring your instruments, or just yourself to hang out, listen, and play if the mood takes you.
we live in an invisible court, unseen spirits to each other speak through mirrors, through the lightning calls of small blue birds we attend invisible masquerades (we are wonderful! wonderful!) gussied up, disguised as our best selfie snapshots gilt over emptiness
the rushing of our busy wings our marches, waltzes, blitzes, our patrols we nod at each other: good morning! good evening! at dawn, at noon, at moonlit midnight each at once, all at once, choreographing these most amiable courtesies nodding warmly, wary in our separate shy-zones, mind-rift either an awful politeness, or– the urgent desire to connect
my back has no skin, flayed open my back is a channel I keep open you have turned your face from mine; you say it is gentle it is not gentle how have I hurt you? what did I do or not do, say or not say–and to whom? what secret crime did I commit–perhaps in ignorance, perhaps malice–to earn this grand and glacial silence? the bird of communication is frozen blue, the color of compact ice; blue–ice most pure uncomplicated, airless ice
well, we sit in judgement of each other armored in distance, mountains of glass between us dusty leadlights, slippery and splintering there are ways to mute these voices, cut cords I should’ve known were severed stumps already
but I leave my back open while I front face, face front, front forward and gleaming
it is not so bad, or even unfamiliar to be a ghost
Ate vegetables and rice at breakfast. VERY GOOD. More vegetables and fruits this year, eh? Less meat. More chickpeas. The NYT said so, but we’ve been leaning that way a while now.
Read several chapters aloud between us (Hernandez and I) of Jasper Fforde’s EARLY RISER. IT KEEPS ON BEING GREAT. What impresses me is the deep, viral nature of his alternate-reality world building. His novum is a strong, beautifully ridiculous sci-fi idea, and everything in that world springs from it–technology, geography, pop culture references, physiology.
And yet, it is still recognizably our world. He does all this and constantly makes us laugh out loud too.
Did some writing. The Twice-Drowned Saint, which is in the 20,000 range now. Think (hope?) it’ll cap at 35,000.
Really, not so much new stuff generated today as a thorough combing through last session’s writing. I know it all needs to be done, but . . . Hard-going today.
I think I can move on to the next scene now. It’s not that I think what I’m writing is boring. It’s just . . . I want to get that scene right. I love those characters, and I want them to chillax and drink “benison wine” (read: angelic beer) together and have a tongue wag, but also move the plot along. And keep the voice consistent.
Anyway. We’re springing into kind of an intense scene from here. Maybe I’m just afraid to write it? Regardless, I’m writing it. Tomorrow. Or at least starting it.
Went to the GYM!!!
Have to say, biking indoors is less boring when you’re watching Killing Eve. Did 30 minutes of Hills, went about 6 miles. Need to switch bikes–I don’t like the recumbent; it made my feet feel numb–and up my difficulty level. I was at level 5 of 20 and never really got my heartbeat where it needed to be.
NEVERTHELESS, WE WENT TO THE GYM!
We Put Our Membership To Use–and have been, for most of December, at least once or twice a week. So, TRIUMPH.
Baked bread. Sourdough, this recipe, a mix of wheat and white. Mir’s birthday dinner is tomorrow. We’re having Coq au Vino Bianco–this wonderful recipe, from my favorite, falling-apart NEW BASICS COOKBOOK–and wanted some beautiful bread.
It’s really nice to have this sourdough starter from my buddy Pat. We have named the starter “Patrick the Third” in his honor (he named his own “Junior,” so you see?). Hernandez calls it “Paddy O’Thirdy.” We’ve already “friendship-breaded” some of the discard away, and our friends have named their starter “P4.” So the tradition HATH BEGUN.
Broke down a LOT OF BOXES from the holidays. Bagged up trash. Bagged up plastic bags to recycle at the store, which is the nearest place that will recycle plastic bags. That was our one big chore, in an otherwise easy-peasy day. After being so scheduled for so long, a few days of no big plans are really, really, really welcome.
Made a grocery list for tomorrow!!! I LOVE GROCESSEYS!
Did dishes, sang along to the soundtrack of The Secret Garden musical as I did so.
And speaking of singing . . .
Did Exercises 1-7 in SINGING FOR THE STARS, by Seth Riggs. I set up my office so that my music stand is in here, and I realized that the little DVD-TV we recently bought has a CD player function. Hernandez bought me the Singing for the Stars program (CD and book) off my wishlist, so today is the first day of re-training my voice.
I’d love to build a strong “mixed” voice over this year, and sustain it. New habits, new bridges of sound. I’ve always wanted to have one, but my chest and head voice have always had this wild disconnect. Like the difference between a lioness belting on Broadway and a boy soprano. This was the book/CD program Terry Donohoo had in our house back in Illinois, and much of Riggs’s “speech level training” talk sounds right to me. I think the exercises will strengthen my singing, teach me better habits, and also keep me flexible for narration, so I’m excited about it. Rather wonder why it hasn’t been digitized yet, for this modern age.
And now, I am blogging. The only other thing I wanted to do today, in oracular activation of the coming year, was write a few letters. And perhaps that is what I shall do after signing off. I did stay up late–through midnight and into the wee hours–reading a romance novel for pleasure. It was Delicious, by Sherry Thomas.
Sherry Thomas is a writer whom I’ve never met, but whose career and trajectory I admire like no other. And I admire a LOT of writers. It’s kind of my job. Anyway, I got on a Sherry Thomas kick over the holidays, and I’ve been binging all her old stuff. Really, it’s to hold me over till her next Lady Sherlock book came out. The last one was a heist book. The structure was IMPECCABLE. How can she TOP IT? But one thing I know about Sherry Thomas is that she will. And in no way I will expect.
Enough of my love-letters in open form blogging now. I have pretty new paper purchased by my beloved as one of my birthday presents, and I mean to write on it.
I owe many letters, and I long to write them all. And poetry too. And, oh, everything. Everything. It’s not just the new year. It’s an urgency I often feel. I like this, writing at night.
The game of NEGOCIOS INFERNALES is Men in Black by way of the Spanish Inquisition! 
C.S.E. Cooney 