back on the train, choo choo (lord willing)

March Forth! I have now twice officially Left the House in order to Sit Alone and Uninterrupted with my Novel-in-progress for Two Consecutive Hours. Meaning no disrespect to the two-year-old, and with deep gratitude expressed towards the husband, It Has Been Awesome. Words have been written. If I continue to do this regularly (current thought is, once a week), someday I’ll have a finished novel. Right? Right. Here’s to it.

As proof and for purposes of personal motivation, and for your entertainment if you like, here are today’s Words.

Roughly 1200 words following. (Four hours!! I don’t want to think about how long AN ENTIRE NOVEL will take me, at that rate. La la la.)

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in which i doodle instead of writing

I haven’t been working on my Big Project a ton lately — writers’ block or whatever, I don’t know, and it might be over soon because unbidden I had a plethora of Thoughts about it while staring into space from an airplane earlier today — I’ve been on vacation until just a few hours ago and before that I watched and became moderately obsessed with Captain America: Civil War so that’s been taking up most of my brain’s idle process lately.

Pardon the rambles. I’d blame jetlag if I could, but I can’t, because we just *returned* from the west coast so it feels like 9 pm despite being technically midnight. (The toddler agrees, and is also wide awake: maybe I’ll blame it on that. no sweetie, don’t write on my phone with a pen.)

Anyway so I came upon a sketchbook and started drawing marvel characters, in some kind of frenzy. As soon as I finished one, I sent it to my brother who assigned me the next. For a while there it was one superhero a day until I had to leave on vacation (technically i started sketching Loki in the Chicago O’Hare airport but I didn’t finish (toddler)).

So until I gurgle forth more prose, here are these drawings for you to look at.


OH, here I am, a day late and a dollar short —

rather, a month late and about 500 words too many —

but here I am regardless, as always eternally grateful for your patience (Josh’s especially), with the second piece of flash fiction I’d promised as a prize for winning my contest back in April. (Claire’s is here.)

This one’s credited to Josh and his prompt:

Orange was the color of madness. Prying off lids, they found fifteen were blue. The sixteenth stared back in the maddest orange imaginable.

I took it in a weird direction. Weird is my favorite direction.

A bit over 1.5K words following. I hope you enjoy!

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The Game (Something Different)

Here’s the Something Different I promised you!

Actually, only about half of the Something: see originally, the plan was to write one piece of flash fiction for one winner of my FB contest, but because I have so many creative friends, I received so many brain-fudging writing prompts by the end of this contest that I had to throw the plan out the window and pick TWO winners (and even that was difficult to narrow down) and write TWO things (like I have time for this! eh, it’s my drug) —

so here is the first —

It is called The Game, and I credit it to the illustrious Claire and her writing prompt:

“Unhand the shampoo!” barked the man behind the gun.

Roughly 700 words following.

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spelling static phonetically

Hello! I’m still here. We’re finally closing in on that Thing we saw fall in chapter 1.

More radio conversations in this bit – sorry? Reading spelled-out static interference may be annoying. I’ve lost perspective and will have to look at this again in the morning, and then a million more times, likely as not. But I’ll take any and all critique, on the static issue and anything else at all.

And pardon the cliffhanger. 🙂 It has less to do with perverse glee and more to do with the fact that I haven’t completed enough of the scene to post the whole thing yet. Soon. Soon.

1.3K words following.

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Piper’s Gully

Back to the action – two characters in a truck and one in a little plane, heading out to investigate something like a crashed UFO (maybe. you don’t know yet).

I’d love any feedback, of course, but I’d specifically love feedback on the pacing — that is, if you’ve been following the last few posts. Sometimes I feel like it’s taking forever for anything to happen and I ought to condense it more; other times I revel in the setup and it seems justified, given the intended scope of the story. Like maybe Dune-length? I dunno.

Enjoy. 🙂

Roughly 1k words following.

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stuff in pockets

I haven’t posted in a while. It happens when it happens, I’m afraid! I’m still working on the Big One — always — but not always strictly sequentially, nor every day. Toddler, you know.

In the meantime, have these 600-plus words of character sketch. These excerpts (will probably, in some form) belong to the Big One, and they concern a character who will be introduced properly at some point soon, but we’ve fast-forwarded through a lot of intermediate scenes. I hope the reading is pleasant even without its context.

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some alien fauna and (lack of) flora

Once, when we were camping, a bear stole our lunch and ate it behind a bush while I (holding my baby at the picnic table a mere thirty feet away) gradually deduced its presence from the rustly nom-nom sounds. Fortunately it was a lazy bear without much motivation for anything beyond an easy couple of pastrami sandwiches, because if it had wanted to ambush and maul me, it could easily have done so. I proceeded to relocate with the baby (calmly! rationally!) to the interior of the parked car while my husband and then the camp hosts basically charged the bear and told it to “GET” and “GWON!”. It listened to them and toddled off.

It was the only time I’ve met a bear and it was pretty tame (both the meeting and the bear), but it pointed out to me 1) how pathetically outmatched I am, even just inside my own mind, against even a very unmotivated bear because 2) bears are both uncannily smart AND huge and I’m afraid of them, and yet 3) anybody who knows what he or she is doing can, without any trouble, tell that bear what-for (I guess, as long as it’s a fat campground bear, but let’s generalize because this is fiction, huh?). 😛

… anyway, bears. Impressive, uncanny and scary, which is what I’m sort of going for with these “beasts”. Also gorillas, though I’ve never met one of those outside of a zoo.

Here follows the bit of Big-Project-Rough-Draft from last post, repeated and followed with the bit that comes after. I hope the paragraphs of exposition do not kill momentum at this point in the story – if you’ve been following the previous few posts I’d love to hear your opinion on that.

Bolded words indicate words yet to be replaced with more linguistically-justified ones (I’m working on a conlang, because I’m not a huge enough nerd yet).

a bit < 2K words following.

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in which we interrupt the mounting action

… to bring you some expository descriptions.

Still not sure whether it sacrifices valuable momentum to put such stuff here (like, we’re heading out with a gun to find a UFO or whatever but first we have to talk about my dad some more) …. or whether this is an appropriate place, once the action is underway, to fill in a couple paragraphs’ worth of scenery.

I dunno. This section isn’t even close to being finished and I will no doubt have more time to reread and analyze it later, but right now my son has finished his nap and is waiting patiently for me to feed him his cornbread.

< 600 words following. Not too much at once this time!

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