I have a linkback poem, "The Emulsification of Humankind" (14 verses, Torn World).
If you're interested, mark the date on your calendar, and please hold actual prompts until the "Poetry Fishbowl Open" post next week. (If you're not available that day, or you live in a time zone that makes it hard to reach me, you can leave advance prompts. I am now.) Meanwhile, if you want to help with promotion, please feel free to link back here or repost this on your blog.
( New to the fishbowl? Read all about it! )
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1, complete
word count (story only): 1755
:: Meanwhile, back in Mercedesâ€¦ This is part of the Road Trip, the Mercedes story group, and the Polychrome Heroics universe. ::
::Pay Special Attention: Benjamin Smithers is an old-fashioned guy, so he deliberately frames his comment about Shana's behavior as â€śsomething MIGHT have happened,â€ť and because he is a bigot, he made no attempt to soften that phrasing. Frankly, whatever Shana and Anthony got up to on Joshua Tull's sofa, well, the sofa is glad to be well beyond recovery, and anyway, Shana started it! ::
â€śI didn't mean to!â€ť the girl shrilled, making Benjamin grind his teeth harder. She babbled the explanation for the third or fourth time, and it still didn't hold water with him. â€śAnthony found a pack of cigarettes when he went looking for the television remote in the drawer of the end table next to the and--â€ť
Benjamin took a steadying breath. â€śAnd those were someone else's property, stolen while you were BOTH trespassing in his home! What on EARTH were you thinking, to do that?â€ť
Okay, the deep breath didn't help.
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alexseanchai is hosting a fiction sale (approximately four cents per word, or roughly $14 per page, with the estimated average of 350 words), for a laudable goal. I'd like to do more than spread the word; I'd like to add to the words.
Give me a PM or reply to this post (ON MY BLOG) when you've made a donation, so I know how many words to write, AND give me a story prompt so I know what to write. You can be vague, or as specific as you like, but I generally write gentle fiction (no sex, minimal violence, lots of cuddling instead of arguing). No, it absolutely does NOT have to â€śmatchâ€ť or tie into whatever Alex is writing; they are creating the entree, while I am working on desserts.
Your copies are for personal reading, of course. They may be posted on my blog at a later time for others to enjoy as well, but they are paid for by donations to Alexseanchai. If you want a preview of their writing style, check out The Finch on the Apple Bough, a beautiful Cinderella story for the rest of us! To preview my style, well, scan my blog for the last three years; there's plenty of fiction to choose from!
Spread the word, put a little in alexseanchai's tip jar at Paypal, and let's make some summer reading!
For my subscribed readers: I'm still writing the Road Trip stories, and will keep to my posting time and schedule.
1. School: i enjoy being able to take classes for free and i feel comfortable with a lot of the staff and students.
2. Starting all the podcast discussion groups: it's just so much fun running discussions and it helps me keep up with canons.
3. Volunteering: I'm really happy with my volunteer job at the shelter. I always feel accomplished and it's nice having cats to socialize.
December Blogging Meme Masterpost (LJ)
Still going to see someone about this anxiety shtuff, because a sustained spike like the one that hit me last week, including over much of my vacation time--wow. That was alarming even while I was in the midst of it, to say nothing of what it looks like in hindsight now that I'm a bit more clear-headed. Still dealing with low-grade anxiety, at that. This has honestly been years in coming, high-strung ball of nerves that I am, and I've reached the point where I'm done trying to function through it. My mother might have been able to bull her way through her anxiety until it stopped being an issue for her. I'm not able to do the same. I'm personally fine with that.
Now if I could only be fine with her not being fine with that. ... I'll deal with that aspect of things later. First comes actually getting my head sorted out. I've got an appointment for July 7, and between the aforementioned anxiety issues that are hopefully confirmed as brain chemistry errors and treatable with medication of some sort, and what I suspect are malfunctioning/low functioning depression meds, there's going to be a lot to talk about.
The worst of the sustained anxiety spike seems to be over for now, though. Whew. The time off work has helped the burnout issue, as well. Double whew.
Round 1, I took pictures and planted morning glory seeds.
Round 2, I transplanted some wild morning glories and started clearing weeds and brush around the purple-and-white garden.
Round 3, I sowed more grass seed in the bare patch. There is a chance of rain tonight. I also cut more brush around the purple-and-white garden. It's about half done now, I think.
Round 4, I cut more brush around the purple-and-white garden. It's about 3/4 done, although I'll probably need to go back and touch up parts later. It already looks a lot better though.
Poem: "Uncertain Miracles"
Garden Photos 6-22-17 Flowers
Garden Photos 6-22-17 Nests
Poem: "One Familiar with Self-Defense"
Garden Photos 6-19-17 Flowers
Garden Photos 6-19-17 Birds
This week's half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics had only modest participation, despite having the quarter-price option. However, I do have one donor who's still picking out poetry for funds already sent, so there will be something more.
Poetry in Microfunding:
"A Hope and a Promise" belongs to Polychrome Heroics and has 15 new verses. Aidan and Mrs. Ozenne talk more about Saraphina as she interacts with another toddler. "Essential for Human Survival" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Cassandra and has 11 new verses. Groundhog and Cassandra encounter one of the monks. "The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies. Valor's Widow finds out what Stylet has in his backpack.
Weather has been cooler and pleasant here. The nest of baby robins fledged! :D The cardinal nest lost its egg. :( Currently blooming: dandelions, carnations, marigolds, petunias, lantana, million bells, snapdragons, zinnias, firecracker plant, torenia, yarrow, white and red clover, penstemon, daylilies, rose campion, coreopsis, morning glories, aster, spiderwort, echinacea, golden rain tree. Mulberries and black raspberries are winding down.
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1, complete
word count (story only): 1398
::This takes place several hours after â€śButterfly Effect,â€ť and is therefore part of the Mercedes group of stories set in the Polychrome Heroics universe. No spoilers, but for those who figure out what's going on, DON'T tell Joshua, please! (Laugh.) ::
When the van pulled into a parking space in a narrow rest stop dominated by a long, low building lit with wall-mounted solar lights, Cash whispered a request to Officer Tull as he set the emergency brake.
Kais still slept stretched on the sofa, under a sky blue fuzzy blanket with satin edging. In the back of the van, G slept with his bare feet jammed out at an angle, but every other inch of him covered by the puffy comforter and crisply striped sheet. Not even the boy's floppy blond hair was visible.
Joshua managed to retrieve the walker without waking his son, and had it unfolded by the time the lift touched pavement. He grinned at Cash as the younger man eased out of the cab. â€śYou know, it's kind of weird to be the old guy who's still awake on this road trip,â€ť he admitted.
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WARNING: This poem contains topics that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Patches and Rampart help Buraq find Haboob to use miracles to make him stop being a supervillain. This includes a manhunt, terrorist activity, Buraq getting shot, messy medical details of a serious bullet wound, flashback to prior injury, the bad guys fragging their own sniper for violating medical neutrality, taking items from a corpse as a point of positive etiquette, teleporting while injured is no fun for anyone, kidnapping Haboob and fixing him by force, when you apply miracles to a terrorist it kind of sounds like you're torturing him, and not everyone is comfortable with this, dubious consent once Haboob starts to regain some sanity, distressing inability to pray in the customary manner, but Buraq is creative with solutions and it works fine in the end, another overwhelming prayer experience ending in a faint that scares the team healer, traumatic guilt, renaming, radical forgiveness of a divinely repaired terrorist, miracles have a blest radius of extra healing, loss of homeland, austere living conditions, feeling unclean, but fortunately Buraq knows how to fix that, uncertainty, and other challenges. On the whole, however, everyone is better off in the end. Because this poem contains a major plot development in world politics, skipping it would leave a gap, even though it doesn't fall into main storylines. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.
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