I’m not dead. Think I’ll go for a walk. /holy grail reference Well, my brain is dead–registration is hell–but the rest of me isn’t, and I’m hoping the brain will recover at some point. bllaaaaarrgghhhhh… Still writing, though, and that’s astonishing.
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Cloth covered Kolya’s eyes. Wet cloth. Not a blindfold. He lay in–in a hard bed or maybe a couch. Someone was singing. “In a canyon, in a cavern, excavating for a mine,” He didn’t know the voice. Even when he realized it should be Jadzia, not Emmie, he didn’t recognize the woman’s voice. But it was pretty. He lay still and wondered if he’d come at last to his new master. “…lived a miner,...
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I did my best to get everything ready. I ran around all day and I moved furniture and answered phones and questions and I really think we’re set about as well as we can possibly be for tomorrow. So can I not go? I dunwanna. Work is hard. *whine* In other news, I write Kolya a few hundred words at a time. Which, in August, is amazing. I don’t think I’ve written in August...
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Recently I raved here about Save the Cat! Some friends wanted to hear more, so I thought I’d break down possibly the most valuable page in any writing book I own–with the clear caution that this alone isn’t enough (unless you are far better at taking a thought and running with it than I am.) If the beat sheet makes sense to you, I will jump up and down and beg you to buy...
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It always amuses me when people talk of their One True Way, because I am more like Chuck Wendig (on whose blog this post started)–I have none. While that book had to be planned to get anywhere at all, this one will shrivel and die, staring with betrayed eyes as it does, if I so much as take out note cards near it. Or the novel falls in the middle, and I must figure...
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Because if you love mansmex and I didn’t tell you about Starfighter, you may now thwap me. I don’t want to say much, because really, I haven’t read much. The author/artist (it’s a webcomic) posts a page when she gets it done–she has a job and a life, after all–which means I’m in the wilds of chapter two because I was fool enough to get hooked so soon. I can’t help it. HamletMachine is...
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A chime sounded in the shuttle. People hurried in. Seats that had been tilted were set upright. Luggage was stashed. Jadzia sighed and put her device away and glanced at Kolya and froze. Then she snatched something from the seat in front of her and put it in Kolya’s hand. Airsick bag it said, with pictorial directions. Kolya gulped. Jadzia swore softly. Kolya thought about leaping past her, running for–the door was closing. A...
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That’s been the case for some time now, but it struck me today. Nearly all my close friends are women. Obviously if I’m commenting on it, this is not how it has always been. I grew up running wild with two brothers. My favorite playmate-cousin was a boy. Yes, I had a female best friend in high school, but in all, my friends were weighted towards boys. After high school–yep, boys again. Girls were,...
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Back to school shopping yesterday. The kid got clothes, shoes, curling iron (yes, she’s becoming A GIRL) (Boys, be aware–she knows karate. And my daddy taught me to shoot when I was ten. Yes, guns. I won’t hunt for sport, but I love shooting.) Ahem. Not really comfortable with this girl-thing of hers yet. >_> Anyway! Clothes, shoes, curling iron, backpack, lunchbox, socks, underthings–I think we got everything she needs. As for me– Oh...
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