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I feel like I’m about to fall back down into the Shostakovich pit

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Reading about permafrost in the New Yorker, I learned that “In 1941, the Yakutsk headquarters of the N.K.V.D., the Stalin-Âera secret police, sank into the earth, leading one of its walls to split open, spraying plaster over a room of operatives” — which is of course delightful, insofar as anything involving Stalinist secret police can ever come close to being delightful, and also I think maybe I know one of the inspirations for the ultimate fate of Cockroach Central.
Problem 1: Â I want there to be many more stories about Andy, Quynh, Joe, and Nicky going around and having adventures but I'm nervous to try writing one myself because Quynh has so little canon characterization to go off of.
Problem 2:  Rolling around in the history stuff is so much fun and offers so much scope for plots but then it makes me sad that I can’t include Nile.
Problem 3: Â My subconscious keeps insisting that it could fix both of these at once...by writing the most pretentious piece of nonsense ever
So I am reading a historical mystery where the corpse that kicks things off is a bog body. This is very clever and the resulting setup ought to be a lot of fun, but part of me is too busy handwringing about the precious archeological information being destroyed! destroyed! to relax and enjoy the puzzle. Even though I am fully aware that this all of this irreplaceable archeological evidence is absolutely 100% fictional.
I, uh, don’t suppose anyone is interested in betaing an Old Guard Joe/Nicky case fic? 24K, set in 1124 Baghdad and the Levant.
I realize you all are Not In This Fandom but, uh, perhaps... you really like the 12th century? you have been thinking for ages that there should be more fics set in the aftermath of the Venetian Crusade and are willing to read fandom-blind for that? yeah carry on

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footnote of the week award:
“As for the latter study, many of its author’s assumptions, conclusions and assertions regarding the use of spices in the Ottoman palace are either disputable or deserve commentary, as devoid of historical and culinary context. Regrettably, the scope of the present study disallows polemics.”
 thank you to everyone who tried to talk to me last week, I fell asleep at a ludicrously early hour, which was, perhaps, entirely predictable in hindsight
 This is an(other) awful month frog-wise. My brain has decided that too bad, so sad, it has not gotten to go see anything out of the routine for an extremely long time, so it is going to demand vacation time to go off and sightsee in 12th century Baghdad, at least part time on weekends. I have stripped all my overdrive gears, it seems. welp. November will be (even more) fun.
Historical fiction problem opportunity of the day: people used to wear so much more cloth on their heads than they do now! brb swapping default stage business libraries
puzzle pieces mostly in? puzzle pieces mostly in.  I’m afraid of saying “no more plotholes!” because that seems like the easiest way of making sure that I’ll find a last lingering one that’s inevitably the hardest to fix.
I am ludicrously sleepy and nine-tenths frogulated at the moment and I just spent an hour or so combing through reference material trying to figure out if they would leave by land or sea instead of, you know, writing.