Archive | May 22, 2014

Recipe Log: Corn Dog Muffins

I made this: http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2012/10/corn-dog-muffins/ as a test recipe:

* I subbed out hot dogs for small sausages (the size of breakfast sausages).
* I subbed out shorting, put in butter.
* I DID put in sugar (1-1/2 T for the half recipe)
* I did a half recipe but used a whole egg.

Tasty!

Notes –

* might add creamed corn next time, as per our normal Jiffy doctored recipe.
* cool sausage before adding.
* Better second day

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Far Weston, a continuation of sorts, of the Unicorn/Factory

My random pick chose Productive, which has already been continued a bit – The Grey Line (lj), Productive, and The Governors (LJ), Right and Wrong.) So I picked up another story in the same theme.

They were building a new city.

They was the unknown, the unclear, the mysterious They from Centon City, the Administrators, the Governors. They was unclear, was over there, was amorphous.

But They were definitely building a new city, and everyone – everyone being the people that were nearby, in Weston, in the Villages, in the tiny settlements along the Silver Road – everyone was a little bit confused. There were five cities, one for the center and one for each compass point. What was this Far Weston? Why were they going further out?

There was grumbling as the land was cleared, grumbling even as the Supervisors – and very few people were old enough to remember the last time there had been Supervisors, when they broke the ground for Norton so many years ago – passed out the pay, dressed in their expensive suits and their silk ties and never getting dirty.

There was grumbling as the road – the road, the Silver Road – was gated at two ends to make the edges of the city walls. There was grumbling as the river was very, very carefully moved ten feet to the North, so that it would not flood on the land of the new Far Weston. There was grumbling as the Factory went up, and as fields were replanted with crops to feed Weston.

There were no grumbles heard from the former villagers, for the new city was being built on the site of a former village. They did not work the fields, they did not clear the land, and they did not line up for jobs at the Factory. They simply vanished… and there were no grumbles about that, either.

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Addergoole/Criminal Minds Xover, Part V

This began here with a meme; it takes part after Rix’s guest fic here (and click “next” for the second part.)
It continued here and here and here.


They’d had to do some very complex verbal footwork to both not lie to the team and not use the word magic – or other words Derek didn’t even want to think about right now, like fae or, worse yet, Ellehemaei – but they’d managed to convey the information they needed:

They’d found the killer’s journal.
Reid the genius had figured out a translation algorithm.
It detailed all the kills buried below.
Except the male body, which was probably the killer.
Now they needed to find out who’d killed him.

Once they had all that conveyed, it was really a matter of just going forward with a hunt. It was probably a would-be-victim, from the location of the body. They had his types, they had his hunting locations, and they were just a few inches from excavating the body.

“Got it!” The corpse digger sounded far, far too pleased about it. “Okay, looks like a white male, mid-thirties, long brown hair – very long – very decapitated, that’s a decently clean cut… three cuts, I think. They didn’t hesitate, it’s just a rough thing to get through. There’s the weapon, I bet. They wanted this guy good and dead.”

“If he had started in on her, I can imagine why.” Derek studied the man. He looked human – but they usually did. If you squinted, though, you could see where the Changes might have been, before someone ended his life. “Not too long gone, either, less than a month?”

“It’s going to be really hard to tell, encased in rock like this. But yeah, looks like he hadn’t been gone long at all.”

“Right.” Derek took a few pictures. No way they were going to be able to show this photo around, though. “Baby girl? I need you to do some magic with this picture. Or find a sketch artist.”

“Urgh.” Garcia’s response came seconds later. “There is no way I can make that guy look good. But I might be able to make him look alive.”

“You do magic with your fingers, doll. I can’t thank you enough. And I need one more favor.”

“Of course you do, Derek Morgan. What is it?”

“I need a composite picture, hold on, these qualifiers.” Brown hair, white girl, pointed chin. There were things their dead killer had looked for in every victim he’d grabbed. Certain age, certain feel. Feel was harder to get in a composite photo – but he had faith in Garcia’s skills.

“Thanks again, Baby Girl.”

“You owe me chocolate.”

“Honey, if we wrap this up, I’ll bring you the chocolate factory.”

And never mind how that sounded. They had a killer-killer to catch.

And departed gods help him if that one turned out to be fae, too.

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Escape From Rochester (Camp Nano July’14 project) Character Profile 6

Jason Walker
Media Arts & Technology

Jason is the music. He’s known so all his life. He feels the music in ways that nobody else seems to understand; he can compose songs which seem to change people’s emotional state, seem to change the weather, sometimes, if he hits just the right note.

It’s not your typical psychic power – at least, it’s not something he’d ever heard anyone else talk about. He assumed, back in high school, that it was “just” a talent with music and lyrics, nothing “special.”

Then he saw a poster for the Oak & Rowan group, and things started becoming a little more clear to him. He was expecting a bunch of new-age mumbo-jumbo, but figured it was at least good for meeting new people. What he got was Jo, who ran the group, sitting down in private with him and having a two-hour conversation about the forces of the world.

There was no question after that: he kept coming back to Oak & Rowan. He met Craig there, who liked to pretend to be a werewolf on the weekends but, more importantly, who played the guitar and the violin, and Craig introduced him to Raven, and that’s how he ended up at Raven’s group, drinking beer out in the swamp on Thursdays and passing around an old guitar.

Jason is tallish and pretty, 5’11” and skinny, with blue-black hair in curls just past his chin and blue-green eyes. He’s paler than his hair color would suggest, and prettier than his near-gauntness would seem to allow.

When he’s not making music, he’s a big fan of climbing things – the taller, the better.

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A Summary of Recent Blogging

Last Summary

Fictions

Addergoole
Luke and Doug through the Years – a Commission
But Why – a vignette of the Addergoole project, with discussion in comments
Contract – an Outtake of Year Nine
Moth to the Flame – Yr47 – There are Changes it is dangerous to Keep.
Unrepentant – A Fragment of Boom (Doomsday, Yr??40s??) – Cya never did go looking for her former Keeper
@Inventrix’s Continuation
Filthy – Yr19 – she shows up filthy from the war
Balancing Lazy – Segenam/Roanna et al, a continuation
Can’t You See, yr 36 – a Working goes awry

Paying, Foward Baram’s Elves: Jaelie and Wish visit Addergoole

The Destruction of the Gods – Fae Apoc

Lastborn – a very short story

Three Glass Beads, Peacock-Blue – a story of Aunt Family

The Collar Job, Part XIII (Tír na Cali/Leverage Fanfic – Slavers steal Eliot)

12 Days of Writing: a Subplot

A Deletion (K Orion Fray’s Writing Prompts)
A Conversation (K Orion Fray’s Writing Prompts)

Escape from Rochester (Camp Nano July ’14 Project – Character Profiles)
Profile 1: Lewis
(and roommate Rob, girl Annelle, Oak & Rowan group, Tuesday night D&D)
Profile 2: Emmett
(and Friday night Shadowrun, Jo & Cadey, Annelle’s Samhain party)
Profile 3: Jennifer Walker
(with Rob & Lewis)
Profile 4: Jordan Taylor (with Anelle, Jo & Cady)
Profile 5: Mary Dorian Smithsen (With Terry, Anelle, Oak & Rowan group)

Feedback Requested

Pondering a Serial – Donation/Review inventives
Camp Nano – July Project Brainstorming
looking for THEMES – for an experimental Giraffe #promptcall

Life in These Finger Lakes

Wine, & Then Some More Wine
Sunday’s Dinner
Garden Progress Pictures – Week One

Does this always smell like this,” the adventures of Lyn’s nose
“Does this always smell like this,” the adventures of Lyn’s nose, weekend edition

Recipe Log: Salmon Potato Cakes
Recipe Log: Chocolate chocolate-chip mini muffins

5 Recent Happy Things

Writing Process

A scribbled outline

Fae Apoc Live

This project follows the apoc through a series of news articles, tweets, blog posts, and stories. It will be “real-time,” just three years off.
Twitter
Tumblr

Psychic Stories
The Psychic Wakes
Drawing Circles

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Really gonna do this serial thing and…

…I’m pondering donation/review incentives.

Would you rather a donation threshold for
* an extra chapter in that time period
* a bonus story in that time period
* a third option you’re welcome to suggest below?

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