In putting together the Planners Landing Page, I found a story I’d written and offered for sponsorship way back in 2013.
Since that has never, ever worked, I opened it up to the public, so here you go:
It took Desmond, Jefshan, and, to his surprise, Wesley, all working together, to get the group back on track. “Desmond can go exploring the spare stairs tomorrow on his own time. Right now, we’re working on getting to know our collars, remember?”
It wasn’t a rousing endorsement, but a pointed reminder from Jefshan about exactly how bad their collar rapport class had been got Kayay coming up with a question, and they were back to doing round-robin questions. Continue reading
Rose was finding the people in Addergoole a little bit strange.
Yes, there were bullies, and yes there were nerds, or at least a few people in a little clique that she thought were probably nerds.
But on the other hand, there weren’t what she could read as popular kids, there were no sports, there wasn’t even a Math Olympiad or a Chess club – people seemed to group by their suites or their boyfriends/girlfriends or just not choose to clique up. Continue reading
To an anonymous Leopard (Rix’s) prompt during my Live Writing Wednesday. I hope I got the prompt right, since I lost it in a chat delete.
Fae Apoc, probably early post-apoc
“I owe you one.”
If there were words Uršula less wanted to be saying, she couldn’t think of them.
“Yep, you do.” Continue reading
I am moving all my landing pages to a mostly-self-updating format on WordPress!
This is slightly more work than it sounds like, if I don’t want just lists of 1000 stories in no order. 🙂
And this would not be possible without the work Inspector Caracal is doing in sorting out all my tags and categories!
I have, between yesterday and today, updated/made anew the following pages:
150 words of the story/world of your choice for anyone who finds a story or worldbuilding post that has been posted in one of those worlds on Dreamwidth but did not make it to these lists.
(Because I’m lazy, that’s why 😉 Continue reading
#Livewriting Day begins now!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eznZz8Ljah-JTsH59sR4mNCa1OBqcNE4jGdY9uS3bwM/edit?usp=sharing My #novel-in-progress. Find out why, exactly, Eva’s desk is in fire. (I hope you know, ‘cause I don’t)
Prompt Call! From the call, you can leave me a #prompt on the theme of “what if?” (This is gonna be fun)
I’m aiming for 12 hours of #writing with at least 3 breaks, so I’m going to be at this all day.
The idea in long form: I will write. That’s pretty much it. I’m going to write all day, or as long as I can stand, and see if getting feedback as I go is as entertaining as I hope it will be.
Stop in, leave a comment, wave to me, ask me what’s going on, in general, talk to me. Leave prompts! I won’t be posting anything to this blog until later, if at all (unless I get a volunteer) so right now engaging directly by looking at the docs is the only way to read what I write today!
Cheers, and I hope this is fun all around.
Hello to all and a Merry/Happy Christmas!
Today I’m spending the day at home – except possibly sushi in the evening – and I’m writing!
I will write a short Christmas vignette in any setting of mine you’d like to see (or appropriate winter holiday) or to a (winter-holiday-themed) prompt of your choosing.
(If this floods me, I may end up writing these over the next week~ )
(Including during the Wednesday Write-a-thon)
Autumn at Christmas? Winter Holidays in Reiassan, Tír na Cali, Vas’ World? Sure! Space Mom Christmas? I’ll manage something! Continue reading
Okay, so I am riffing off of a few things – Inspector Caracal mentioning changing an extant conlang to a syllabary, part of the Extra Credits History on the written language, a few ideas that popped into my head while in a meeting.
This is a new language and doesn’t have a world yet, oops.
The idea is: There are a list of words which are “base” words, one sound, one syllable, and THOSE words make up the base characters.
And from there, other words use those characters and those syllables. Continue reading
“…a bodyguard who is happy with his work is more effective.”
Carrone snorted at that answer, but took the moment to open a door in the wall that was so effectively sandwiched between two other buildings she’d almost missed it. “I should go first, in case Teshone is in.”
“As you wish.” She gestured up the stairs. Was he leading her into a trap? She had one hand on her knife-hilt as they navigated the narrow stairs, her senses on high alert. There was nobody moving upstairs. Something like a mouse scratched in the wall to her left. To the right, the sickly smell of a hatter’s seemed to leech through the wall.
“Here.” The staircase terminated in a narrow landing with three doors; he unlocked the one to the right. Over the hatter’s, then. From there there were three more doors.
“This is beginning to look like a puzzle box,” she muttered. Continue reading
Ctirad, at Timaios’ gentle suggestion, put some pants on before Sal came upstairs, Danny immediately behind with a large tray of what must pass for finger foods in a household of fae.
“I want you to unlock Ctirad’s lost memories,” Timaios told Sal, with no preamble except a “thanks for coming up here.”
Ctirad was watching Sal closely. From the expression, this sort of thing was not unheard of in this household, nor was it beyond Sal’s capabilities.
“What’s the boy think of that, Sir?”
“It was his idea. Well, it was my idea, but he agreed without prompting. The impression I get is that a lot of it was done with orders. Thus, there’s no Workings to work around—”
“WIth all due respect, that’s just going to make it trickier. His own mind has decided — well, had it decided for him, but it comes down to the same thing — that he needs to not have those memories. I’m going to have to invade him pretty deepl—” Sal trailed off and turned to look directly at Ctirad. “I’m going to be really far into your mind. You understand? I’m going to see things nobody else has seen.” Continue reading