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Apr. 6th, 2011

Announcement: Short Story Published at The Lorelei Signal

I am a slacker. No really. Which is why even though it has been a few days, I haven't yet announced that my short fantasy story, Dream, has been published at The Lorelei Signal. It's my very first paid work. Here it is:


With any luck it won't also be my LAST paid work! XD

ETA: If you're one of those jerks who followed the link in The Lorelei Signal and came here simply to leave spam comments, go away. You have no business here.

Mar. 6th, 2011

My Year of Discontent

So, yeah. Here I am. I haven't posted anything here for a very long time. To be honest, I haven't had anything to post. It's been one of the worst years of my life, which has really taken everything out of me.

I don't really want to get into the gritty details. I'll just say I'm not quite out of the woods yet. I hope that I will be soon, and can do some Airplane Experiments again, because I miss doing them. I just haven't had the energy or motivation, for a lot of reasons.

I don't think too many people read this and that's okay, because I'm mostly doing it for me. But I figured I'd at least break my silence.

Two things:

1. I might be looking for a new place to post my Experiments if I get back into the swing of them. LJ has gotten...twitchy.

2. I do have some good news that I'll be unveiling at a later date. It's very small good news, but it's something.

So there you have it. I live...sort of. And hopefully once things smooth out for real, I'll be able to get back to my little corner of the internet.

Jul. 2nd, 2010

Friday Flash: The Perils of Evolution

The scientist held up a small brown kitten.

“Is she yours?” his guest asked, eyeing the squirming beast askance.

“Sure is.” The scientist chuckled and set the kitten back on the floor. His voice dripped sarcasm as he continued, “A truly shining example of evolution, this one.”

His guest watched as the kitten skidded across the hardwood floor, her little paws scrambling for purchase. Though she found herself beneath the gaze of not one but two intent watchers, she would not be dissuaded from her goal. Cooing happily, the kitten bounded across the slippery floor and pounced on the visitor’s shiny black shoe, tiny pinprick claws extended. She made to gnaw at his toes despite the leather in her way.

The scientist sighed. He reached out for the counter, picked up a hefty water gun, and pointed it at the kitten. Nonchalant as you please, he squeezed the trigger, spraying the kitten with water. She murred in dismay and left off the attack, springing sideways across the kitchen. At the doorway she paused a moment, round eyes large, folded ears twitching. Then she disappeared.

“That’s the,” the scientist counted to himself, “roughly, oh, fiftieth time I’ve had to punish her for that same behavior.”

His guest raised an eyebrow. “Defiant personality?”

“Oh, if only. That would make sense; it would be catlike, you know? Cats act up when they know they won’t get caught. She, on the other hand, misbehaves in plain sight. Not an ounce of sense or dignity to speak of in that one.”

“I see that.”

The scientist chuckled. “A sad, sorry example of a cat if ever there was one, but we love her just the same.”

His guest nodded. “Well, thank you for introducing me to her. I’d best be on my way.”

“So soon?”

“Ah, yes. I’m a very busy…man.”

The scientist gazed at him curiously but didn’t comment. His guest stayed only long enough to wave goodbye to the scientist’s wife, a mousey little woman with a timid smile. Then he left the apartment—though not before the kitten made another spirited attempt on the life of his shoe. Truly, the visitor reflected as he headed down the stairs, she was a sorry example of cat-hood.

He managed a smile, but it was rather a rueful and exasperated thing.

Another man waited for him outside the apartment building. This man’s hair waved in the breeze, a halo of silver-blond curls that seemed to have a life of their own. He smoothed his hands down the front of his tailored white suit and smiled brightly at the scientist’s visitor.

“Have you gotten the information you came for, My Lord?” he asked.

The visitor sighed heavily. “Yes, indeed I did.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks and started across the parking lot, muttering to himself. “Evolution! Of all the things I could have picked…”

“My Lord…?” the other man questioned, concerned. He hurried to catch up with the visitor.

“I could have done the whole seven days thing. Made things perfect right from the get-go. But no, I had to be clever. And what does it get me? Scottish Fold kittens!”

He paused at the edge of the parking lot and glanced down at his feet. A line of ants scampered past the toe of his kitten-scuffed shoe. He watched them, scurrying on miniscule legs, carrying great loads they seemed too small to be able to carry. They wouldn’t run headlong into a man’s shoe after being sprayed with water barely five minutes earlier. Of course, they weren’t as cute as kittens, either. Oh, if only he could have both…

“Michael?” he called to his assistant.

“Yes, My Lord?”

“Let’s head a few galaxies over, shall we? There’s a nice planet out there. I’ve got something I’d like to try…”

Jun. 15th, 2010

Poetry: Erase Her

Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Erase Her

Your words are an eraser
It's like you simply can't face her
So you try to erase her
With your echoes like wings
The pull of your puppet strings
You know it stings
But still you fling stones through the embrasure
She's not the kind of girl who made sense to you
So you built a fence between the two
Closing her out was all you could do
'Cause you didn't know how to embrace her
So run your eraser over the paper
And know you can't change her
Faded lines are all you'll ever be here
You've become like a stranger
It's her city of trust but you built the walls
Now they won't fall
Not to you, not to all
So fling your stone words now
You'll never know how
To erase her, embrace her
There's nothing you can do
This time HER words will erase YOU

Mar. 17th, 2010

Poetry: Change Me if You Can

Oh no, not more poetry! XD Yes, yes, more poetry, I'm afraid. It's about the only thing I've had extra time for this month. I made it my goal to finish the novel I'm working on by the end of March (and I'm almost there). However I intend to take a little time off afterward and do other things, including some new Experiments.

Today, though, I have a poem that in many ways counts as an Experiment. It's not a style I normally do much of. I tend towards rhyming poems largely, though not always. But I don't usually do them like this. It's far from professional quality, but I kind of like it. But then, I do tend to really enjoy myself when I'm attempting things I don't normally do. Everyone should try that sometimes, it feels great.

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Feb. 14th, 2010

The Airplane Experiment: The Chocolate Faeries

Eat your hearts out, Santa's Elves!

Yeah, I don't know where this came from. I was just sitting around the other day thinking maybe I should do an Experiment for Valentine's Day and somehow that got my brain on the subject of faeries and chocolate. And then this happened. 

It was fun as hell to write. I'm a little unsatisfied with the first half of the story, it didn't come as easily as the second half. But I think at some point I'd like to revisit the concept or rework the beginning a little, or something. But as it's Valentine's Day, I won't bore people with long paragraphs of rambling this time. I will say only this: Somehow, miraculously, writing this did not give me massive chocolate cravings. (I know, right?)

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Jan. 11th, 2010

The Airplane Experiment: Breaking Free

A painting I saw on Etsy inspired this story. I'm not sure I'm completely happy with the final outcome. What else is new, right? But I found Meri something of a difficult and inaccessible character. Though I've written stories in a similar vein before, they involved a character much more open and simpler to write, in a lot of ways. But on the other hand, I suppose if all characters felt the same to write, this whole writing gig would get old real fast, wouldn't it? :D

The painting in question: http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27713679

Also, if you don't understand the "Don't forget your shoes" thing in the story, you might want to check out the Emma tag.

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Dec. 14th, 2009

The Airplane Experiment: Tandem: Ties and Tied

When I wrote Tandem back in August, I already had some thoughts about making it a serial. As a result, Tandem: Ties and Tied is not a standalone story and is meant to be read having already read the first. Why I chose to do this...I figured it could be fun. There are worse reasons, right? :P

This is more of me writing Steampunk, which is something I know nothing about. Therefore, I have no clue how it matches up to other Steampunk. But it was a blast to write--even if it did consist of two parts bugging my husband with a ton of questions and three parts flying by the seat of my pants.

I like flying by the seat of my pants, it case you haven't noticed. XD
(Other Tandem stories can be found under the 'Tandem' tag and the 'series' tag.

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Dec. 6th, 2009

The Airplane Experiment: Flight

I live! I liiiiiiiiivee! Okay, I'll stop that. But yes, I am alive. This past month has been devoted to work, so I hadn't been able to find time for a new Experiment. Aside from having to start Swedish lessons, I've been working on the initial edits of my latest novel, which is finished (only not really, cause, you know, editing) and writing a couple of short stories for anthologies I'd like to submit to. All of which needs beta readers that I have to somehow find. No rest for the wicked, I guess.

But I'm clearing some time this month to do some Experiments, because I miss them. It's nice to write something just because I can. Just for the heck of it. There isn't much pressure to writing the Experiments. They're not widely read and they are, well, experimental. Therefore they can just be fun.

After realizing how damn long I've been away from the Syndicate stories, I decided to do one this past week. I've been away from those way too long, let me tell you. For a long time I kept waffling over it, because I didn't feel like I could keep making them standalone. My ideas were all very serial-like. In the end, I decided to just run with that, and start a story arc, which means Flight doesn't do much standing alone. For which I do apologize, but I've never tried to write a story this way and I think it'll be interesting. It is, after all, an experiment.

Also interesting: Writing Eva. I don't even remember exactly what my original intentions were for the character. I just know she turned out very different from my first imagining of her. She became a lot more complex to write, and it's a struggle to balance her mindset. I don't want her to be a whiny, moping emo loser, but she does have a lot of emotional baggage to deal with. If nothing else, it's good practice. And I'll stop babbling at you now. :D (Further Syndicate stories can be found under the tags for 'Syndicate stories' and 'series'.)

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Oct. 21st, 2009

The Airplane Experiment: Stardust

I had the idea for this, but didn't really know what to do with it. Therefore this is more mucking about in the idea, and hardly one of my better stories. Still, it was fun. I think I'd like to revisit the concept sometime in the future,

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