Weblit Wednesday: a Guest Blog by Becka Sutton

Feb13

 All about Weblit Wednesday

What is Weblit Wednesday?

It all started on Twitter when a few of us started tweeting links to our favourite webfiction serials on a Wednesday and hashtagged it #weblitwednesday or #weblitwed. It lasted a while before it sort of petered out. I’m currently trying to revive the hashtag and expand it to include reviews and similar, so when Lyn asked me to write a guest post about it I agreed. It’s all about signal boosting your favourite weblits.

How do I take part?

It’s very simple to take part. Each Wednesday pick one of your favourite weblits (or take time to read a new one) and then tweet a link to it on Twitter using the hashtag above. In addition (or instead if you’re not on Twitter) you can post about it on you blog, facebook or other social network. And if you have time you can write and post a review of it as well.

Anything else?

I’m investigating setting up a couple of Mr Linky collectors like the one the #SerialTuesday people use. One will be for people to post links to their selected weblit and the other for them to post links to their reviews. We can then collate these into a report and post them up for reference.

I think that’s everything. If you have any questions please ask in comments.

About Becka

Becka Sutton is a self-described crazy cat lady, but she’s not very good at it: while she is crazy she only has one cat. She was born in Britain in 1972 and has lived there her entire life. As a child she started scrawling fantasy stories in exercise books her mother bought her to stop her scribbling in her school books. She hasn’t stopped writing since, and she credits writing as the outlet that allowed her to recover from the nervous breakdown she had after her parents died.

Her other interests include reading, listening to music, attempting to draw, growing her own vegetables and looking after the aforementioned Pumpkin cat.

No, you can’t read the novel she scrawled as a kid – she burned it long ago because it was awful.

You can find Becka’s weblit online at http://firebird-fiction.com/ and she is currently running an IndieGoGo Campaign http://igg.me/at/storm-child/x/29867 to raise funds to turn the second arc of one them into a book.

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Hunting Hawk

Feb12

After Some Nights and after Storm Front (now with 50% more ninjas.

::What should I do?::

::Intruders.:: He sent her the image of the property, the intruders, lying in wait. ::Get the kids into the basement. It’ll withstand just about everything. I’m going to land and take them by surprise while they’re waiting to take me by surprise.::

He circled twice more, muttering Intinn Workings under his breath, glad he always flew with an invisibility Mask. Had they seen him anyway? Why were they here? What were they?

::Where’s Seven? Over there. Over there. Where’s Six? Where’s six?::

::Ready to close. Where’s Five? Are we really doing this?::

::Team in place. Countdown. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.::

Him. Luke swooped down to the ground, silent death from above.

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 parts. Poll 13

Feb12

Previous: Cleaning (LJ)

He stroked her arm. “You will. And then, I think, we will have a little fun.”

She shuddered. “What sort of fun, Master?”

“Daran. And… hrrm.”

He studied her for a moment. “Since we’re in the bath anyway, or since we will be…”

He didn’t look angry, that was the thing. “Yes Daran.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 19

Feb12

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Pennance (LJ)

“Now.” Eventually he stretched, wincing. “Princess, I think we are going to clean me out.”

She thought she’d misinterpreted him, but he held out his hand to her, so she took it. “Master?”

“Daran.” His correction was wry. “The set-up is already in the bathroom. I’d thought to clean you out…”

“You put yourself in my hands, Master.”

“And you did… as I expected. And now you will clean me. All of me.”

She looked at the enema kit, sitting on the basin, and nodded. “Yes, master. I will cleanse you. And then I will clean you.”

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Some Nights, a drabble of Luke

Feb12

After this and this, and on my side, this and this

He’d built the house closer to Addergoole than he liked, and not nearly close enough.

Close enough to be within its protections, close enough that he could visit – “visit” being part of the problem. But far enough away that Regine could never claim it as her own, that Mike could not easily stop in unannounced. Far enough away that he could not be there every night.

He had an obligation, after all.

After all this time he was beginning to wonder if it was time to pass the obligation on. Perhaps to one of his descendants.

Perhaps to Aodhfionn. That would be… interesting, to say the least.

For tonight, Doug had the fort, as it were. His Ana was around to help, if he needed it.

Luke’s wings spread wide the minute he stepped out of the school. The air, as always, felt like freedom, even if he, more than most, knew if for the lie it was, here.

Enough freedom to fly, at least. He leapt into the air and muttered a couple Meentik Workings to make the updraft he wanted. If he did this right, he could be home before dark.

And tonight, he wanted to be home quickly. There were some times that were meant for spending with loved ones.

He’d brought flowers. Flowers, and earrings. It was that sort of day, after all, and he’d been practicing making sapphire for a while now to get these right.

In centuries, you picked up a few useful skills.

The flowers – he’d had to buy those, he was no good at all with plants – died a quick death as he spotted someone near the perimeter of his property. The earrings were tucked into a pocket. There were people. Not one, but several people – he counted four, and muttered a Kwxe Working which gave him two more – surrounding his property.

Waiting.

He circled high above the land and muttered an Idu Working. Idu was by no means his best Word, but he could use it with effort. ::Myst. Trouble.:: He whispered it in her mind.

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Magic Mondays: Magic in Stranded World

Feb11

The Stranded World setting is named for the way the practitioners of magic there see their world (its working title was “Spaghetti Squash World.”)

In this world, people who have the talent and skill can see – and more rarely manipulate – the strands of matter and energy that connect everything in the world, and everyone.

Some people can directly alter the flow of the Strands (or, in very rare and heretical cases, sever those strands.  Others work through some sort of focus.

All but a very few, very powerful strand-workers are specialized.  Examples of specialization include:

  • Strand-smoothing (Order-creating) – these strand-manipulators pull tangles smooth, making problems work themselves out and creating calm. Winter.
  • Tanglers (Chaos-creating) – trickers incarnate, these strand-manipulators defy expectations and shatter stagnation. Spring
  • Connection-tracers – these sighters of the Strands do very little manipulation, but their vision and comprehension of the connecting strands is highly honed. Autumn. Spring’s Star-Mapper boyfriend.

For more on Strand-Workers, see this piece

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 18

Feb11

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Going Forward (LJ)

She had thought he probably would. “Yes, my Master.” She untied him, carefully, letting him down as if every knot undone was a sacrament.

“Your wrist, my Master.” She washed his hands and arms with scented oil. She’d gotten her blows in. Now it was his turn. “Your legs, my Master.”

She bowed her head when he had been freed, dropped to her knees, and pressed her forehead to the floor. “I am yours.”

“Stay.” His voice rumbled. “Stay, while I-” he grunted. “Stretch. Recover.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Silently.”

She pressed her head tighter to the floor, and silently, she waited.

Next: Cleaning (LJ)

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16-Minute Saturday

Feb10

This is written to the text prompt here for “Sixteen Minute Saturday,” something I adapted for alliteration from Ty Barbary’s 15-minute Fiction.

I’d love if more people played along!

Thanks to [personal profile] inventrix for the names and Rion and Freo for the quote.

Mike and Leann, Kelly and George, and of course Franklin Brown:

I can’t get service down here, so I’m leaving you a message in a text file, in case I don’t get…

Who am I kidding? I’m leaving you a message because I’m not getting out of here. Not unless the world flips, not unless the monster dies, not unless something goes south when it was supposed to be north.

They’re going to say, when they find my phone, that I shouldn’t have been out.

Everyone knows better. I knew better. Of course I did. I’ve heard the horror stories same as you have.

Don’t go out after dark. Wear dull things; they’re attracted to bright colors. I know. I know.

But this is a very bad night for me. It’s a bad night every year, and I try to hide it, and hope you guys don’t have it marked on your calendar.

(We told him not to go out alone. We told him not to wear that red tie. Especially not red.. But “it’s better to look good than to feel alive.” Damn him.)

I didn’t want to bother y’all for an escort. No, I know when Fade or Sophie say that, sometimes they mean “I’m sulking that you didn’t pay attention.” But I really mean it. This is my thing. This wasn’t your fault, and it shouldn’t be your problem.

So I needed to hear the sounds of other hearts beating, and I needed to feel other bodies around me. And I know all the places – all of them not just the ones the six of us go to together – all the places where you can get that no matter what the curfew or law.

(And any of a thousand other things. But you knew that.)

And here I am. The lights went out, three blocks from my favorite place to hide out. The lights all went out at once. I had enough time to get into a crash hole, but it’s not a very good crash hole. And I don’t think I’m going to

Shit

Shit

Not him. Not him.

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Clean-all-the-things-write-all-the-things weekend

Feb10

I’ve been alternating bouts of cleaning with bouts of writing all weekend! And the house – kitchen and bathroom, in particular – is a lot cleaner, and the writing is a lot more writier. I feel exhausted (Some of that is/was the shoveling) and very accomplished.

Have a couple excerpts:

“…Now, if Rin-nin was willing to throw her weight around…”

“But she doesn’t do that. I mean…” He thought of the few times that he’d seen her flash the signet ring. “Not a lot.”

“You two are allowed to keep on the way you do, providing that you do not cross the line, and you do not interfere with anyone else’s schooling. You’re coming close to both with Illian. What’s more, we need him.”

“She doesn’t spook.”

“True.” Agmund accepted the implicit truce. “So something spooked her. Close the doors, quickly. You.” He grabbed the nearest student. “Run, get Luke. Close all doors behind you.”

“If he keeps clawing that thing, he’s not going to have anything left to hold on to.’

“What’s Dad say?”
Mom paused with her back half to him. He thought she might not answer. When she turned around, her face was strange and her signs were tight and unhappy. “Dad understands.”
“I don’t.”

Back to the writing board!

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