Monthly Archives: August 2017

Wednesday Words #140 (8/30/2017)

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:

sausage
a full moon
nails

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

 

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I’m Freeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

It was a crazy busy weekend but I got my swaps finished and in the mail –  including two that don’t have to go out until later this week. My next ones aren’t due until September 11th or thereabouts so I’m free to work on writing related projects now.

Sunday, when I had to push to finish stuff, I found myself really wanting to just read stuff I’ve written so I could get back to work on them. I was hoping to do that today but still had a couple things to finish up before the post office closed, then my dog had a chiropractor appointment, then a trip to Tractor Supply where the checkout lady fed him treats. We dropped him off at home then went for supper and for my roommate to do a mystery shop at a frozen yogurt place. I’m stuffed and too tired to do anything else tonight.

So tomorrow I’m going to clean up the disaster area that is my bedroom and try to organize craft supplies.  And I’m going to do writing related stuff.  I’m thinking of maybe setting up some sort of rotation, maybe 15 minutes of craft clean up and then write a set amount of words (unless I really get on a roll with one or the other).

Tomorrow and Wednesday are my last “free” days as I start my new job on Thursday, and I have the feeling that Wednesday is going to have a bunch of errands attached.

Still, the future is looking pretty promising at the moment as far as getting some writing and such done.

And I’m going to be careful not to take on so much stuff that’s all due at the same time.

(Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ve all heard that before.)

But The Academy of the Accord is calling (but I should work on Onyx Sun first) and I want to get back to work on the sequel to Song and Sword (which is now tentatively titled Song and Sight).

What was I saying about not taking on so much?

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 27 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.

Dakkas lost track of how many times the whips struck him.  Nothing existed for him except pain, the sound of the whips striking his body, and Kashrya’s soft sobs.  Especially Kashrya’s sobs – they hurt him more deeply than the whips.  Even when his back grew sticky with blood, it was only Kashrya’s pain that he felt.

“Tell him.”  The voice brought him back from the brink of unconsciousness. “Tell him what they are going to do to you.  Tell him, and they will stop what they are doing.”

“Rape me.” Kashrya’s voice was hoarse with fear and pain and tears. “They are going to rape me.” Her body shook with sobs and Dakkas wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but the Orcs yanked the ropes off her wrists and dragged her away. 

 

 

 

 

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 8-26-2017

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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.

 

“Cryptic,” ni muttered.  “Hidden…”  Ni prodded the chamber.  “Taliya, what is beneath this floor?” 

“A crawlspace – access to the power circuits and such, why?”

“Have you ever been in there?”

She laughed.  “The ship still works, doesn’t it?”  She stared at ni.  “You think there is something down there?”

Ayess nodded.  “And it may be something that someone wants very badly.”

The met each others’ gaze for a long moment.  “Let’s find out,” Taliya said.

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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You’d Think I’d Learn

(But you’d be wrong.)

I set myself too many writing goals and get overwhelmed and don’t know where to start or what to do first and don’t get anything done at all.

But it’s not just writing.

I sign up to do too many things and get overwhelmed and don’t know where to start or what to do first and end up scrambling to get them done at the last minute.

I make too many plans for my time off and get overwhelmed and end up not getting anything done at all. (Or I do a few things and beat myself up for not getting everything done.)

That’s where I am right now.

Over committed.

(Some say I should probably just be committed and they may be right.)

On the other hand, I will probably be getting more productive soon. My unending free time is about to come to an end: I start a new job on the 31st.  I’ve said before that having less time to do things makes me get more things done, so we’ll see how that goes.

Meanwhile, I have five swaps to get out by Monday, Rainbow Snippets and Snippet Sunday blog hops, and a crafting area in my bedroom that looks like the aftermath of a tornado.  (And a basement craft room that doesn’t look much better.)

And writing and editing that are really starting to nag at me and tell me how neglected they’re feeling, because, you know, I don’t have enough hanging over my head as it is.

Why do I always overextend myself?

I’m always utterly convinced that I’m going to get everything done.  Maybe I have too much faith in myself?

No.

More than likely it’s just that I never think things are going to take as long as they actually do.

 

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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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