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it was probably inevitable...
Oct. 13th, 2007 08:26 pm...that my adaptation of The Diamond in the Window become at some point a bit conflated with Gaiman's Sandman.
That's all right. I console myself with the knowledge that Gaiman was doing the Jungian cha-cha from the get go. So I'm not stealing. I'm tapping into the collective unconscious.
(And proving myself a gothy little fan girl.)
That's all right. I console myself with the knowledge that Gaiman was doing the Jungian cha-cha from the get go. So I'm not stealing. I'm tapping into the collective unconscious.
(And proving myself a gothy little fan girl.)
My colleagues were with me as far as "child of a changeling trying to establish personal identity and understand her family legacy by trekking out across a dangerous uncharted faerie wilderness," but then I lost them with the phrase: "...accompanied only by Bill, a magical tapeworm."[Poll #1057991][Poll #1057991]
