So sometimes I ask you “what should I write next?”
It looks something like this.
Which, of course, leads to people asking “what do all these names mean, Lyn?”
This list is sorted into four sections: Not-writing, Writing (Current), Writing (Paused but I can be poked about it), and Writing (paused, don’t poke, argh.) I will try to update it periodically to move the writing projects between those three categories as mood suits, and I’m going to start with my current list, not with stuff that is paused and has been so for months.
Within those lists, things are sorted alphabetically.
See also Settings and Long-Form Stories.
- 1 Writing (Current)
- 1.1 Eralon’s Restrictions
- 1.2 Fanfiction
- 1.3 F.I.B. M.A.D.
- 1.4 Kith & Kin
- 1.5 Muzzled
- 1.6 Nathaen (Afterwards)
- 1.7 Owed a Life
- 1.8 Purchase Negotiation (Keep Her Safe)
- 1.9 Rock, Hard
- 1.10 Tootfic
- 2 Writing (Patreon Themes)
- 3 Writing (on Pause)
- 4 Writing (Completed)
- 5 Writing (Box in the Closet)
NanoWrimo 2020 “Compendium of Completion” Story
After The Second Restriction and Eralon’s Restrictions, this story follows the oracle, Eralon, and the Lesser High Priest of Evening as they hash out the differences between the religion which has grown up around the gods of Foros and the intentions of these gods.
Once Upon a Time AU Chain
Description Coming Soon
Hooked Fae Apoc
(In Need of A Title)
This is an AU of an AU of a canonical AU.
“Bilge Rats” follows the Once Upon a Time Author’s AU with a twist; this story takes Charming and Killian (Deckhand!Hook) out of that world and instead makes them fae in my Fae Apoc world, right in the middle of the apocalypse.
Charming was born & raised on Earth; Killian is an Ellehemaei from the fae world of Elle hem, come here in the invasion (“returned gods”).
They were both caught in the aftermath of bigger fae fighting overhead; they were both captured while pinned in the wreckage of a falling building and forced to agree to Belong (a fae Contract) to Ms. Regina Mills, who seems to be a local businesswoman.
And they both have a hard path ahead of them.
Hurt/comfort, heavy on the hurt in the first bit, Apocalyptic violence, m/m mostly cuddling at first.
The feel of this story is Star Trek (TOS) meets Criminal Minds with a healthy dose of CSI (the original) thrown in: the Federation Investigatory Bureau’s Mobile Analysis Division travels the Federated Space exploring the unusual and unsolvable crimes.
Planned to be episodic in nature, the first episode follows cipher specialist Rosaliza Lanzyki (Ros) as she joins the team.
If this is not set in my Foedus Plantarum setting, it is set in a very close facsimile.
Kith & Kin
Autumn has been travelling around the country & the continent to Ren Faires, craft shows, and the like for years. She’s also been finding knots in the Strands that connect all beings and helping them untangle them. Solving Problems. Helping out.
When a craft festival is rained out, she takes shelter in a library. There, she meets a librarian who not only knows the Strands – but has been recording information about them for decades.
Part of my NaNoWriMo 2020 Compendium of Completion, Kith & Kin began as a flash fiction several years ago, which can be found here.
In Avrox, everyone wears face coverings that obscure their noses, their mouths, their chins. Some are pretty, light, diaphanous; some are made of leather that fit the face; some are metal.
Nobody told Toph any of this before he visited the city, and now he’s found himself in a mess of trouble – and being sold to cover the fine for his crime – all for going without his face covered.
Why are the Avrox so intent on their damn muzzles anyway?
Meant to be a long-form story.
The damn Avrox had put a muzzle on Toph.
He’d heard a lot of things about the Avrox, none of it all that good, but he’d heard that they paid well for workers, and he needed money, so he’d headed to their capital city, a forsaken place on the edge of a brine ocean, a desert, and a mountain range.
He hadn’t been in their city three minutes before he was grabbed by two masked guards and thrown into a pen.
It was a one night stand that left Nathen feeling pretty lukewarm. Great sex.. that was it.
Nathen wasn’t alone in his head, or in his body, and his “brothers” had other opinions about that one night stand.
And, on top of that, he kept running into the guy.
First at the same bar, over and over again.
And then – then on TV, fighting the monsters that were taking over the planet.
And then he rescued Nathen when one of his brothers got him into some trouble.
And again when Nathen got between a screaming mob and a young woman.
By the time Nathen could rescue the guy in return, it was almost a relief.
But, of course, by that time he should’ve known it was never going to end there.
Owed a Life
He had killed the Monster whose troops had been encroaching on his home nation. He had done his deed. He’d expected to die. There were too many of the Monster’s soldiers between him and freedom.
An unknown archer, not one of the army he belonged to, not one of his Cause, saved his life three times (at least) on his escape.
Now he must find that archer to repay the debt.
And then, of course, he must convince the archer to accept the debt.
Or save their lives, that would work, too.
It’s going to be a long quest.
Planned to be a novella or novel, has a rough outline drawn up.
Set in the Fae Apoc ‘verse (urban fantasy), this story involves slavery, mind control, and past abuse. Leander doesn’t know what to expect when Mr. MacDiarmad buys him as a bodyguard for his daughter. His new owner thinks that something big, something apocalyptic, is coming. Leander doesn’t know what to think of that – but until or unless that arrives, he is playing boyfriend to a vivacious, opinionated woman who didn’t ask for him.
see also here in Long-Form Stories.
Arrise knows her father (probably), the king has tried to kill her and many of her siblings. She’s done a decent job up until now of staying a live and keeping as low a profile as a princess can.
However, this year, her father has given her a wounded mercenary as a gift.
Possibly he should’ve given her a tiger instead; it might have been safer.
Part of my NaNoWriMo 2020 Compendium of Completion, Rock, Hard was begun several years ago.
Short stories — sometimes portions of a longer story — built to fit within one to three toots — a 500-character post on https://wandering.shop/@aldersprig on https://ping.the-planet.space/@aldersprig — flash fiction at, while not its flashiest or shortest, certainly short.
Many of the stories are self-contained, but there are a few long-running toot series as well.
Potions and the Apocalypse
Magic has always existed in the world – sometimes regulated, sometimes forbidden, often very quiet stuff. It was taught in continuing ed classrooms and whispered between practitioners. It smoothed the edges of life, made things a little easier.
Then the – well, was it an attack? Was it the weirdest natural disaster ever? Nobody is quite sure. But the stuff like ash fell all over the world, and in its wake –
It changed people, it changed animals, it changed the land. It brought magic to the forefront where it hadn’t been and made messes where there’d been- more or less – stability.
Technology and science started hurrying for solutions, but while they did, magic practitioners began working.
Written almost entirely in tootfiction.
Writing (Patreon Themes)
Every month I offer up a Patreon Theme Poll. Each of these polls has a combination of settings, motifs, and types, one of which will dictate the content of my Patreon for the next month. Here’s some of them; see also Settings, of course.
Fae Apoc – Magic Effects in the Apocalypse
This targeted sub-category of one of my biggest settings was the focus of my 2018 NanoWrimo project – (Password: pilgrims).
The apocalypse came with the returned so-called gods, the ones who came through the portals from another world. It came with magic thrown around like it was a toy, magic that collided with spells from Earth’s so-called defenders.
The residue left strange effects all over the world.
Somewhere in Pennsylvania, a city is made of living glass.
Somewhere in Wyoming, the forest is made of huge predatory trees, trees which look like homes until they try to eat you.
Somewhere, the fish walk. Somewhere, the rivers light on fire.
Somewhere… you tell me. Vote for this sub-setting and tell me what the magic might be doing, in the world where the gods have come.
SciFi / Space Opera (with very few stories – hence why I want to write more of it!)
Their ancestors took off towards a goal many centuries away. Knowing that they would have the Ship as their home for ages, they created a society to last, one built on solid foundations.
Like everything, though, that society shifts & changes.
Modern-world & Apocalyptic.
The Planners are just that – a vastly extended family, a linked network of people, whose goal as a family is, more than anything, to be prepared to weather any storm.
The depression, the great recession, hurricanes & blizzards, an apocalyptic crash of infrastructure: the Planners are ready for just about everything. Even a pandemic.
(They’re also a gerontocracy, book hoarders, and farmers…)
To be honest, I know very little about this setting.
I created it to play with a map concept – Every nation in this part of the world has portions of their land which are owned by another nation, from tiny squares to huge bites of territory. Every bite has a story, of course – and this world, reader prompts could easily form.
Modern fantasy .
Everything and everyone in the world is connected by lines of energy – strands. These Strands hold people together or push them apart; they can get tangled, knotted , smoothed – or even cut.
A few people in the world can read these Strands, can smooth them, can manipulate them, creating magic, which, like anything, can be used for good or ill.
A Lovecraftian-esque empire with millions of secrets in billions of hidden corners.
From the mermaids in the south to the creatures nobody speaks of in the North Sea, from the eastern nations which aren’t yet trained, to the Western lands where the Empire has held sway for centuries, the Empire holds more whispered secrets than we will every find.
The Empire encompasses, some days, 1000 nations, a million peoples, a billion gods.
And some of those gods remember when there was no Empire, when they were supreme in their own realms.
Letters to friends, letter to enemies, letters to your senator. Letters as stories, letters as backstory, letters as exposition.
It’s one of my favorite styles of fiction to read. You get to see one point of view from the angle the writer wants to share with a specific someone else. As such:
My dear friends,
I am writing to you from my shed on the back of the house. Here, I have been devoting myself to the art of letter-writing, as we find ourselves unable to leave the house for any length of time.
While I do hope that this situation is not permanent, in the meantime, I have been considering the letters of those I write of, as well as of those I write to.
Can you imagine the stories one might see, if one could dig into one’s characters’ letter boxes? And what secrets might be revealed which they would never say in the course of a normal story?
I look forward to learning your thoughts on the matter.
The motifs on my polls are almost all suggested by readers/voters – there are questions in each poll, suggesting themes for later months.
A motif (like August’s Cold One, June’s Masks, veils, and covered faces, April’s Magical Animals) stretches over extant settings, new worlds, and stories that are stand-alone with no new world.
http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/08/07/night-2/ is a good recent example. The motif was “fishing.”
Costumes & Garb
Perfect for October!
Playing dress-up, cosplaying, falling into character, Live-Action Roleplaying, the other sort of playing dress-up, taking on a historical persona…
Fancy ball gowns and tuxedos. Going to clubs. Pretending to be someone else (Under cover!).
Playing cops and robbers.
There’s so many options for dress-up, Halloween aside. And there’s so many ideas about Halloween & costumes, too.
If you’ve read much of my writing, you know this one is one of my favorite motifs.
Trapped, kidnapped, stuck, lost offworld, locked in an ancient temple, arrested with or without cause, stuck in a snowstorm…
Accidentally signed a contract with no escape clause, given an inheritance with an unbearable loophole, locked in a catch-22 with no visible way out….
I like trap situations.If you like reading them, vote for this motif in my poll!
Writing (on Pause)
On Pause stories are likely to come back up onto the list, or you can mention (not more than once a week or so) that you’d like to see more of them.
8 page lease:
The title for this one comes from a lease we once had for an apartment which was clearly written from the idea of “they have had too much stuff happen to them as landlords.”
Fae apoc, in the near post-apoc
She had started buying Kept [other fae, who were required by contract-with-the-universe to obey her] when she learned that there was a slave market nearby. She had started with only one or two orders, stuff she thought was important.
She ended up, after a few Kept, with the equivalent of an 8-page lease.
Harry Potter Fanfic in the “Epilogue, what Epilogue?” category, i.e., more or less canon-compliant right up until near the end of the last book.
Severus Snape was dying, something that came as not at all of a surprise and something of a relief.
He was dying free, something he’d never really thought he’d manage to do, not since that day back when he was young(er) and stupid(er).
And then the last piece of Albus Dumbledore’s legacy – oh, Merlin’s beard, let it be the last! – came into play, and Severus was no longer dying.
Nor was he free anymore.
Neville/Severus M/m, but focused as much, or more, on potions, rebuilding reputations, rebuilding a world, and rebuilding Hogwarts as it is on their relationship. Long-form and ongoing on AO3.
Just Stake Angel!
Fanfiction, meant to be a short story, AU turning in season 1.
I am doing a re-watch of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and there is a moment early in season 1 where Buffy believes that Angel attacked her mother (He’s set up) and is trying to do as she does and slay him.
I started with “what happens if she succeeds” and then by the time I got to the part where Whistler (Agent of the very annoying Powers That Be) was interfering, I’d gotten a bit squicked by a 200-year-old guy being all sadface over a 16 year old and…
Buffy succeeds in getting an arrow through Angel’s heart. Whistler intervenes. Angel gets a life lesson in another dimension (possibly working as an FBI agent) and comes back a changed man in more ways than one.
Malina and the Border Banners
(also called “Story for B”)
See the long-form stories page.
In our shared minecraft server, there is a very long railway. Several railways. And in-character in-game, the Lynk (Lyn-Kit Link) system has its own guidebook. It will tell you the nearby attractions to each stop, a little bit about the history of the lines, and which line to take to get to the interesting landmarks. Fanfic demifiction, I suppose? And as ongoing as the rail lines are, which means it’ll get new bits as I move back to working on the rails from time to time.
Paint the Prison
The war is over, and Azkaban is an unpleasant place to be or to work: drafty, full of vermin (not just the Death Eaters…), cold, damp, and dirty. The Dementors are gone, but the ancient buildings still reek of despair.
Then Jordan Lacewing (“Of the American Tuttle Branch of the Prewitts*”) marches in with her walking trunk (Trunky, of course) and declares that she is going to paint the prison.
Not just paint. Jordan Lacewing is a potions heiress, and she is going to coat every inch of the prison with layers of potions, as well as redecorating, repairing holes made in the war, and…
…bringing career and life training to the prisoners?
Seen through the eyes of a guard – Olivia – a prisoner – Blaise Zabini – and occasional others, this is about bringing prison reform to Wizarding Britain, whether it wants it or not.
* Prewitt = Molly Weasely’s natal family.
** Of those listed, Blaise is a canonical character. Other canonical characters show up in the background, but this is mostly about the prison and the reform
There is a world full of magic, but the magic belongs to people who have long since vanished.
Sitting on the banks of the river, one fisher pulls up ancient artifacts. Normally, they sell these to the people from the island high above, but something about the markings on them makes her want, instead, to understand the language.
Understanding the language is going to lead to her understanding things nobody else has even considered, eventually.
Planned to be 23 -25 short stories, each about a MineCraft in-game book long, which may someday be available in a world download library.
(As this was planned for the July camp-nanowrimo and got about 1000 words in that time… may be a defunct project.)
This stuff is available to read somewhere.
Beers and Summer
Beers and Summer is titled after a Darius Rucker song I heard on the way home, where I started “writing” this one by swearing at my speech to text – the title on the doc now is “Bonfires and summertime, Beers and Sunshine”
‘Cause everybody’s down in a world gone crazy
Don’t know how to fix it but I think maybe
Turn on the good times, turn off the TV
Yeah, the only BS I need is beers and sunshine
Summer helps people. Sometimes she hexes people in a helpful manner, but she generally likes to pass around good luck.
So what happens when someone on her campus comes to her asking for help, someone she wouldn’t normally think was worthy of help?
Short story, in theory.
Riffing off the second half of Mr. Rogers’ “look for the Helpers” quote. (For grown ups: Be the helpers.) (Note: I cannot source that there is a second half, but the idea is sound) – this is meant to be a short story.
Fae Apoc, and the world is ending. “Someone ought to do something. People are dying,” says one member of a crew.
They share a three-pronged look.
“Oh. That’s us, isn’t it?”
Three young 20-somethings doing their best to rescue as many people as possible as the elder fae destroy their city.
Involves flying, taking over a sanitarium, some repossession of property…
And being the helpers.
Writing (Box in the Closet)
This stuff was on the list, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to it.