Live Writing Today!
#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)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iS1kspmgNgCyWvlpObaGaF4H70w7IhSxTQgamLQ-NW0/edit?usp=sharing
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.
Merry Christmas!
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!
So:
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
For #Lexember: Yet another try at a language, oops
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
Hiding in the Bear Empire
First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Moving through the Bear Empire
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“…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
Beauty-Beast 27: Memory
First – Previous – Landing Page – Next
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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
Two Microfics/Tootfics From Last Night
I was feeling a bit meh last night, but I wanted to write *something*, so I took a couple prompts for toot fic – fic that fits in a 500-character toot on Mastodon.
This is what I got.
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The thing about a baby was, it was literally made of connections. Polly finished spinning wool from her friend’s sheep, twisting into it a strand of the feelings she had for her friend.
She wound the yarn into a ball with sororal affection and the big-sister feeling that never went away, then reached for the line that connected the mother & father to the baby.
Babies were born of connections. She knit the echo of those connections into a tiny sweater of protection & love.
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To @DialMforMara‘s prompt: Knitting with Strands.
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“Damn.” The book hit the tile. “Fuck. Shit.” Amy’s arms went up. “This… fuck.”
“Fuck,” Tod and Amy saw eye to eye for once. “We can – can not…” The word he had need for was too long. Every word was too long.
“Draw!” Amy went to work with a pen on the tile. “Pic-”
“Icon.” Tod did the same. “Icon.”
The 👿 was the 1st of its kind to be sent to hell with a 😀.
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To @tomasino’s prompt
A grammatical demon has been summoned at Oxford and was let free accidentally by the lack of a third comma. It has already devoured all words longer than four letters.
Shadows in the Old Park -a story for Patreon
This went a little left turn from where I’d planned.
I was picturing Sprucewood Nature Center, by the by, even though it’s not quite… wood-y enough.
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The twenty-acre forest had become thick and overgrown in the decade since the world had fallen apart.
Vic remembered it from elementary school field trips, middle school solo explorations, high school one-on-one adventures with just the right second person – or at least the person that had seemed right at the time. Several persons, several times.
Now, you couldn’t step between the trees except at the path, and the path had been blocked with a parked truck. It looked safe. It looked like a good place to hide out.Vic used the back wheel as a step-stool to look over the beast of a vehicle, only to end up looking at the tip of a rifle. Continue reading
Advance Notice: LiveWriting
In one week, on Dec. 27th, I am going to do a thing!
That is, I am going to spend a day livewriting.
We at my current job have 6 days off of work for the holidays, you see. So on Wednesday, I am going to try to be online by 8 a.m. (Eastern time) and write, with two one-hour breaks, for about 12 hours – that means until 10 p.m. or so!
I am going to split the writing between the novel I plan on writing in the first third of 2018 – an Aunt Family novel covering the early days of Evangaline’s Aunthood (for more on the Aunt Family, check out here ) – and an open call for prompts on the theme of “What If.”
My current plan is to use two google docs for this, as they have built-in commenting and revision tracking and are readily available to most people. I am willing to hear suggestions for other similar programs, however.
In order for this to be fun, I’m asking that if you have a few minutes, stop in, read, leave a prompt, leave a comment. Say hi!
After all, if nobody’s reading, it’s not livewriting, it’s just writing. And I can do that any day!
Wednesday, December 27th
approx. 8 a.m. – 10 p.m. Eastern Time
Watch me write!
(if for some reason you cannot come online during that time at all, you may back-channel a prompt or two by sending them to my e-mail.)
(Now soliciting at least one, preferably two volunteers to post short prompt-stories to my blog as they are written)
A New World: Made in the Ikitem Peninsula
First: A New World
Previous: Memories
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The fourth floor. She found herself smiling as she headed up the “public” stairs. They had been cleaned up so much, she hardly recognized the area. Of course, Joaon would not have wanted tourists getting slid back outside or put into a long sleep, not if the purpose was to bring some money in and, it seemed, educate people on Kael, or on her legend.
She stopped to read a plaque she’d missed on the first time up.
Kaelingrade Torrent-Step started her career brewing simple potions for her local village, in a time when potions were the bulk of the magic available to the common people. Continue reading