Monthly Archives: August 2017

Wednesday Words #139 (8/23/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a flooded floor
a lost dog
a fortune teller

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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The Best Laid Schemes…

(of crafters and writers)

… gang aft agley.

Remember on Friday when I said that my plans for my weekend home alone involved rearranging some stuff in my craft room? (I believe the phrase I used was “editing my living space.”)

Uh-huh.

A plot was outlined. The characters (myself, the dogs, and an absent roommate) were developed. The scene (a craft room that looked like an episode of Hoarders) was set.

In short, plans were made.

The gods laughed so hard they had hiccups.

Cue inciting incident on Saturday morning in the form of the panicked voice of my not-done-packing-yet roommate yelling, “Paula! The washer’s overflowing!”

Sure enough. Apparently the washer had decided that “full” wasn’t “full enough” and kept on filling… and filling… and filling…

There was about half an inch of water covering roughly half the (carpeted) floor in my craft room.

So, instead of just moving the buffet table and the bins of yarn, I spent the weekend running the shop vac and moving over half the contents of my craft room into the back half of the basement and then back to where they belong.

I really didn’t lose anything to water damage because most of the stuff on floor level was in plastic tubs. (I learned that lesson a few years ago when the hot water tank declared war on the carpet.)

Epilogue to the weekend:

The carpet is a lot cleaner than it used to be.

The new washer comes on Wednesday.

My craft room is still a disaster but there is more room in it now. Not because there is appreciably less stuff, but because it’s better organized. (I “tightened the writing,” so to speak.)

There is still a lot to do.

The carpet is still slightly damp. (I think water is leeching back up to the surface.)

There is still a lot of unsorted stuff in boxes. But at least the mad rush on it is done, although I do need to still make more room by Wednesday. (Mostly I just need to move some stuff that is rather precariously stacked so it doesn’t get knocked over by the guys bringing the new washer.)

And the sink needs cleaned out – I was emptying the shop vac into it and it’s kind of full of sludge.

Let round two of the edits begin…

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 20 2017

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

Continuing from last week.

Suddenly a figure appeared between Dakkas and Kashrya.  The torches on the wall made him nothing more than a silhouette, but Dakkas could make out the handle of a whip that pressed Kashrya’s face up.  “Tell him what they’re going to do to you.  Tell him what he’ll get to watch.”

She whimpered and shook her head, her body shaking with fear.

“Tell him!” Anger in the voice for the first time, and the man’s arm snapped back and the whip lashed out falling sharply across her breasts, eliciting the first scream from her.

“Stop it!” Dakkas was almost sobbing. 

“Are you offering to take her place?” the voice sneered.

“Yes. Just let her go.  Please, let her go.  Do whatever you want to me, but let her go.”  Dakkas had never begged for anything in his life, but now he was pleading with his unknown but so familiar tormenter.

“Very well,” the voice mocked.  “Tonight you can take her place. But for the main event, well, I think they will prefer her to you.”

He motioned and the Orcs left Kashrya and advanced on Dakkas.  A moment later dual whips slashed across his bare back. His back arched, his head snapping back, but he refused to give them the satisfaction of voicing his pain. Instead, his eyes sought Kashrya, silently pleading with her to forgive him.

 

 

 

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 8-19-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Taliya and Ayess are in the room with the cryo chambers, trying to find the source of the random power flux.

 

Ayess frowned as ni stared at them.  They were all the same; not one of them showed signs of activity and ni glanced at ni-es monitor.  “The surge is gone.”

“But you’re getting closer.”

The monitor beeped and ni frowned at it, moving along the row of the units.  Ni stopped at the second one from the left.  “Here,” ni said.  “It’s here, but it isn’t…”

“Well that’s not cryptic at all.”

Ayess’ race does not have words for he/she/his/hers, etc, because they are (for lack of a better term) hermaphroditic. Their pronouns to refer to other members of their race are “ni” (for he/she/him/her), “ni-es” (his/hers), “ni-en” (they/them) and “ni-en-es” for theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

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What Have I Done?

Well, first let’s start with what I didn’t do.  I didn’t finish the scene for Onyx Sun. (Seriously, that scene is getting to be as bad as Book Two of the Other Mages trilogy.)

I have been thinking about it, though. (The scene, not Book Two.) And I have it more or less mapped out in my head, including how it ties in with something already written. The only problem is the space battle that is looming. I don’t really want it there, but it is kind of important in building the relationship between Taliya and Soraine, so there it is.

Or there it will be.

I hate writing fight scenes. Space battles are even worse.

Anyhow, I have been semi productive.

I loosed a new plot bunny on a friend by asking if she’d maybe like to collaborate on a story.  It’s still in the planning stages and she’s camping this weekend so we won’t get to discuss it much until next week, so we’ll see how it goes.

And I (gods help me!) started on Book 5.5 of The Academy of the Accord. (It will be Book 6 eventually, but for now I don’t feel like dealing with renumbering the current books 6 through 12 (which will become Book 13) so Book 5.5 it shall be known by.)

“Started on” might be too broad of a term. I created a new file and cut some stuff from the end of Book 5 and tossed in a few other scraps of stuff that I wrote. I need to iron them out into something coherent, and work on getting more of a plot into the story.  (Right now it’s basically just introducing some characters that will be more important later, but I need something for them to do – something that ties into the overall arc of the series. I just don’t know what that something is yet.)

But at least the file is there for me to swear at, and to realize how much I’ve missed working with those characters.

And now it’s the weekend and I’ll be home alone (aside from the dogs and the rats) and I have a bunch of stuff I want to do.

I need to figure out where my sun charms went, and the gears and other stuff went for a steam punk artist trading card. I know I have them and I know I saw the suns just a day or two ago so they can’t be too far hidden.

Once I find the suns I can finish the Sun, Moon, and Stars artist trading card and maybe work on some other exchanges, in between doing the blog hops, cleaning the rat cage and washing the cage trays. (I’ll do the cage stuff tomorrow morning so I’ll have to get the Rainbow Snippet stuff set up tonight).

But the major thing I want to do this weekend is to work on reorganizing my craft room.  Well, work on rearranging it – in order to reorganize it has to be organized to begin with and it’s… not. (I want to get a WorkBox 3.0 and I need to make a place to put it, hence the rearranging.)

Geeze. I even edit my living space…

 

 

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Wednesday Words #138 (8/16/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

 

(Click for larger image.)

(Found on FaceBook.)

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Free to Write

Well, I did it.  I had two Swap Bot packets that had to go out today and I took them to the post office this morning.  The next ones I’ve signed up for don’t have to be mailed until next Monday, so I have time to clean up my mess from this last batch (one thing about writing, it’s not nearly as messy as other crafts!) and to take my time working on the next ones (an artist trading card and a pair of bookmarks).

And maybe even be able to focus on writing.

Actual writing, as in putting words on paper (or in a Word doc).  My mind is always on writing, and it’s been working overtime these last few days. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been focusing on the story that it needs to focus on. In fact, it’s not even thinking about any of the more pressing writing projects in my life.

Nope.

Instead, it’s been fixated on when a character should first put in an appearance in Sea Witch (working title only), arguing over having her show up first in the hospital or the court room.

Not very productive.

But it’s Monday, and one of the writing groups I’m on Face Book always has a post on Monday to set your goal for the week. So mine is to finish that blasted scene I’m trying to add to Onyx Sun.

Next week it’s going to be a follow up scene to this one – one that will segue into another already written extra scene that I need to work into the story.

So.

Weekly goal.  No word count, just… write the scene. Finish it. Even if it’s just bare bones, finish it. It can be fleshed out later.

Oh, and make an ATC.

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 13, 2017

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

Continuing from last week.

 

“Yes,” the voice purred from behind him as the Orcs tied her in a position similar to his.  “Your little lady love. She was the perfect bait.”

Dakkas tried to turn to see who was speaking, but a sudden cry snapped his head back toward Kashrya and he watched helplessly as one drew back his arm to strike her again.

“Stop it!  Let her go. You have me, now let her go.” 

“Ah, but I want both of you,” the voice said. “It will be so much more fun to watch you suffer her torment.”

Dakkas was forced to watch as the Orcs struck her, again and again, until he was sure that she could not take any more, and tears streamed down his face.  It was his fault that she was here, his fault that she was being subjected to this.

“They’re not going to kill her,” the voice assured him through her sobs of pain. “Tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, or maybe next week, they will be enjoying her in other ways.” 

Dakkas felt sick at what the voice implied and shook his head in denial. “No,” he moaned. “Please. Let her go.”   

 

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 8-12-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Picking up from last week.  Ayess thinks he has found the source of the strange random energy flux and ni and Taliya are on their way to the cryo chambers.

“But they’re empty,” Taliya protested, following ni.  “They shouldn’t be drawing power at all.”

“Even empty they will draw some power.  Just enough to maintain their circuits and the integrity of the field. But for some reason, one of them is drawing more than it should, but not all the time.”  Ni frowned.  “It’s actually drawing more than it should even if it was in use.”

“Is it going to blow up?”

“Probably not,” ni replied as ni opened the door to the room that housed the cryogenic units. The coffin-like chambers were dark, an array of dim lights indicating that they were empty but had power. 

 

Ayess’ race does not have words for he/she/his/hers, etc, because they are (for lack of a better term) hermaphroditic. Their pronouns to refer to other members of their race are “ni” (for he/she/him/her), “ni-es” (his/hers), “ni-en” (they/them) and “ni-en-es” for theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

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Who Ya Gonna Call?

Have you ever just been bopping along, doing your own thing, and suddenly one of your novels (or a character) just walks up and slaps you in the face?

That’s what happened to me earlier today.

I was scrolling through Face Book clicked on a link someone had shared and found this article.

My first thought was of Marsden from The Academy of the Accord because that is soooo something he would do.  (If, of course, he was a cop in today’s world, but that’s a minor trifle.)

The part with the hand on the shoulder and “Easy… I’ve got this one, son” is what really made me think of Marsden. That is something he would say and do and the description is spot on too, although he’s not quite that old – at least, not at the start of the series.

So, while it was really cool to come across that, now I want to get back to work on The Academy of the Accord.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but Onyx Sun is still supposed to be on the front burner.

I think maybe I need a staff of ghost writers…

 

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