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Sep. 20th, 2017 08:42 am
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Confession time: I had been kind of almost sorta hoping Jose would be a little stronger this morning so I could work from home. I am aware, yes, that even if the storm had been stronger, my area would not have born the brunt of it and other people whose livelihoods and homes depend on the ocean's weather not killing them would have been badly hurt. I am also aware that I used to work for the Red Cross and would feel obligated to join one of the local chapters in any relief efforts to this area should such a storm strike occur even though I haven't been a member in years.

Every so often there are areas in which I cannot help but consider myself a little bit of a terrible human being, and rooting for extreme weather even though I know I am not the one who is going to pay the consequences is one of those areas, and I am very sorry.
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Written for origfic bingo:


They called it ‘magic’, this feeling that was supposed to overwhelm her when she finally met the one.


Air tossed another cheap paperback book across the room, narrowly missing Shadow’s head. He shot her a raised brow glance from the dresser he was sitting on.


“Boring,” she said tightly. “Unrealistic.”


She picked up another book, then wondered why she bothered. She’d tried genre after genre, looking for something she could either relate to or believe in long enough to forget the things she related to.


She sighed, admitted quietly to Shadow, “He’s not magic. He’s real.”


It’s what she wanted.


Poetry Prompts

Sep. 19th, 2017 03:15 am
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I made sure I scheduled them before I moved so they wouldn’t be interrupted by the move, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s getting much use out of them right now. Should I keep posting them?


The beginning of the 61st year

Sep. 18th, 2017 11:45 am
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It's time to start a journal again. We will have been at our new home in California for eight weeks as of tomorrow. We're adjusting to living in a new place, meeting new people, and exploring new places. The natural beauty is stunning and makes me glad to let go of the drab DFW landscape. There were some beautiful spots in Dallas and Plano, but the day-to-day living for me was a very artificial and cement-bound existence. I can see a vista that includes mountains and trees from my office window. What a change!!

Tonight I go to my first writing class session. The class is called Writing from Life Experience. I guess now that I'm 60, I should have enough life experience to generate some decent stories. I don't know about that, but I hope I can pull some good descriptions of people out of my head. I've been reading Graham Norton's murder mystery Holding and he shows exactly how good he is at reading people and understanding them. You can see why he's such a good interviewer.

My birthday celebration actually started on Saturday with the family birthday dinner and presents. Danny gave me the book by Graham Norton. Rick surprised me with a trip. We're going on the Star Trek cruise in January. As someone on Facebook said, being stuck on a boat with Karl Urban for a week sounds good! It's not just Karl Urban, but about 20 of the actors from the Star Trek universe. The host is George Takei. He is so cool. I'm so excited!! (Back to the birthday celebration:) Danny and Rick gave me a Princess Cake. It was raspberry filled and it was really tasty.

Sunday, my friends Carolyn and her sister Gayle came from San Rafael. After the house tour, Danny chauffeured us to downtown Lafayette for the annual Arts and Wine Festival. It was lots of fun. We walked around and listened to a rock band while we ate Lumpia and tacos. I had beer and Rick had wine. We found a beautiful vase, some soap, a wine and wine-glass holder that looks like an archery bow, and I found a handbag made of recycled vintage upholstery. I also bought a necklace made in Afghanistan that supports kids going to school. Danny picked us up and we came back for birthday cake (rich and delicious German Chocolate!!) that Carolyn and Gayle brought with them. It was good to meet Gayle and great to see Carolyn.

For someone who just moved across the country, I don't have much to say. Not a very auspicious beginning to my journal, but I plan to use it to talk about class and anything that I'm working on, as well as what's going on here in beautiful Lafayette, California. I'm getting over an infection caused by a spider bite and the antibiotics make me feel really blah! There's also a ton of pollen here and all three of us have been suffering. It makes me a little dull, I'm afraid.

More to come this week!!
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Many of you know this already through other channels, but since I haven't said it here yet --

My father passed away due to complications from heart failure on August 25, 2017. I am very fortunate that I was able to be there with him when the time came, as was my mother; he didn't leave this world alone.

Since my mother was in ICU at the same time (in the same hospital, at least) and is still recovering, plus a few other things, we will be holding a memorial service for him sometime in November. That's what he wanted, anyway, rather than a big funeral shindig, so.

By then I will have better words to share here in his memory. For now -- I loved him very much, and he loved me. Even when we disagreed on things, that was always a constant. I am grateful to have had him in my life for as long as I did, and I will miss him always.



(Before you ask - no, I'm not okay, not really, but I'm getting through it one moment at a time. All of you have been a great help.)

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Sep. 17th, 2017 11:23 pm
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Still around and reading, just a bit quiet. Finishing my Remix Revival fic tapped out quite a bit of my creativity. And I keep starting and deleting entire screeds about the current state of North Korean politics and nuclear brinksmanship because I am a rank amateur when compared with the good folks in the disarmament business who can look at a missile for five seconds and say things like ah, yes, that's a second-generation Iranian-produced Scud-D model, only painted black and with extra fins added to it for no good reason that we can determine. I hate feeling only half-informed, if that.

At this point I am crossing off days until my folks swing down from the Frigid North to visit in mid-October, and to my planned Japan trip in mid-November. If anything else creative or similarly productive gets done during the interim, I'm not sure whether it'll be in spite of or because of my own efforts.

But still around and reading, as mentioned.
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The Oldest Living Bachelor in Oakdale (3130 words) by misslucyjane
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner, Betty Ross, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Georges Batroc
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Work In Progress, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel, Grief/Mourning, Second Chances
Summary:

Sweet, shy Steve Rogers had had it! He now held the dubious title of oldest unmarried man in Oakdale — and a virgin, to boot. It was high time he shed his scholarly shell and unleashed the temptor within. Problem was, he didn't know the first thing about men, let alone seducing one….


Heartbreaker Bucky Barnes had been away for twelve years, and boy, had things changed! The innocent boy who once had tutored him in math now was a man in need of his help… to snare a man! He'd always admired Steve, but his stunning transformation was too much for any man to resist — even a sworn bachelor like him...


Adapted from The Oldest Virgin In Oakdale by Wendy Warren

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Sep. 16th, 2017 09:08 pm
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If you are currently in Boston, you have one week left to go see Or at the Chelsea Theater! As [personal profile] aamcnamara put it on Twitter, "it is the Restoration queer bedroom farce spy writing-themed play of your dreams."

Or features three cast members, playing, respectively:
- former spy and ambitious playwright Aphra Behn
- Charles II of England and also Aphra Behn's ex-lover double agent William Scot
- Nell Gwyn, and also Aphra Behn's elderly and extremely cranky maid, and also in one memorably stamina-requiring and scene-stealing monologue Lady Mary Davenant, manager of the Duke's Company of theatrical players

Most of the play takes place in Aphra Behn's apartment, with cast members popping in and out of side rooms as Aphra Behn vainly attempts to keep all her love interests separate AND ALSO thwart a hypothetical plot on the king's life AND ALSO and most importantly finish writing the final act of her career-launching play by a deadline of 9 AM the next morning! Which nobody will let her do! Because they keep wanting to make out with her and/or tell her about plots on the king's life! It's all very frustrating!

The dialogue is delightful, the actors do a fantastic job rattling out natural-sounding rapid-fire iambic pentameter, I laughed aloud at the final plot twist, and the ending contains a solid dose of much-appreciated optimism; it's an extremely enjoyable experience and one I would strongly recommend.

Secret Projects

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:50 pm
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  1. Secret Project #1 has finally started to come together.

  2. Secret Writing Projects have definitively not.

  3. Same for crossovering and fandom growth exchange fics.

  4. I’ve got a chapter to read for a friend and have been tired with the snifflies all day (wild temperature swings and that time of month mostly).


Looking forward to the weekend. May yours be great!


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What in the actual fuck is the point in posting about a big bang to a writing community when signups for writers are already closed.

I have survived putting information into assessments at work.

Dragoncon was fun. Marina Sirtis is my new hero. When warned the panel might be on DCTV, her response was to double flip-off the camera. Also. Militant about how shitty being a woman and earning less than dudes is. <3 <3 <3

Why can I find no fanvids to that Alice Merton track? You would think fandom would latch onto it. Also, still waiting on my No Horses vids, apocalyptic fandoms.

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Sep. 14th, 2017 06:16 pm
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At first I expected to write a rather scathing post about Rachel Kadish's The Weight of Ink, and then I got like 2/3 of the way through and realized that there were in fact some things I really liked about the book to counteract the things that made me stare into the camera like I was on the office, and THEN I got to the end and -

-- ok let me backtrack. The Weight of Ink is a serious literary novel about a pair of academics (the favorite protagonists of serious literary novels) who have discovered a treasure trove of 17th-century documents in a staircase written by Ester Velasquez, a Portuguese Jewish woman who Confounded All Tradition by acting as scribe for a London rabbi. The book proceeds to interweave Ester's story and POV with that of the academics as they discover various bits of evidence pointing to the things that Rachel Kadish will then later explain to us in Ester's narrative sections.

Ester's story is .... it's mostly good? I think I have come around to largely thinking it's good. It starts to pick up around the middle of the book, when Ester starts writing letters to various famous philosophers under fake male names so that she can Engage in the Discourse.

[ACADEMIC A: [Ester's fake name] did not get much attention during his career or make any important allies -
ACADEMIC B: Oh, why is that?
ACADEMIC A: Well, basically, he was very rude to everyone he wrote to.

I will admit I was charmed.]

Ester's most important relationships are with the rabbi -- a good and wise man who respects her intellect and cannot support the ways in which she chooses to use it -- and with Rivka, the rabbi's housekeeper, a Polish Jew who acts as Ester's foil in a number of significant ways, not all of them obvious or expected. Both of these dynamics have an interesting and complicated tension to them that goes well beyond the standard 'I, A Misunderstood Woman Ahead Of My Time.'

Also there is another young upper-class Jewish woman who is rebellious in wildly different ways than Ester is; a pair of brothers who are both interested in marrying Ester for profoundly different reasons, neither of which is true love; and, for a brief period of time, a love interest. The love interest is hilariously lacking in personality and equally hilariously irrelevant to Ester's life on the whole, and mostly exists to trigger a series of philosophical musings related to desire about which Ester can fight with Spinoza. I guess The Distant Shadow Of Spinoza is also one of Ester's most significant relationships.

Anyway, I appreciate the weighting of these relationships, and the way in which the narrative emphasis shifted from what I expected, and especially all the relationships that were not grounded in romance, but in other forms of love and duty and resentment and complicated emotional bonds.

And ... then there's our modern academics.

Helen Watt is a stiff-necked elderly British specialist in Jewish history, who is on the verge of retirement due to Parkinson's disease. Helen has a Tragic Backstory: in her youth, she spent a month as a volunteer in Israel in the 1950s and had a summer fling. Sorry, let me rephrase: she met an Israeli soldier who was the love! of her life!! (For a month.)

The pivotal scene in their romance occurs when Helen shows up for one of their few actual shared off days to have a date, and he hands her a copy of The History of the Jewish People and then LEAVES and REFUSES TO COME BACK until she's READ IT COVER TO COVER. This is the only way she can understand our endless, endless oppression!

(Meanwhile, he lurks outside, and periodically brings her snacks. THIS SCENE IS SOMEHOW NOT MEANT TO BE COMIC.)

Alas, Young Helen in her frailty decides it's all a LITTLE too much for her, and subsequently regrets her lost love until the end of her days. But, inspired by the world's weirdest date, she decides to dedicate her life to the study of Jewish history, so I guess ... that's all right .....?

She is assisted in her endeavors by Aaron, the third POV character. Aaron is an insufferable American Jewish Ph.D. student. He is working on a dissertation about Shakespeare and the Jews, for which he has no evidence, so instead he spends the entire book obsessing over an unattainable Cool Girl. (And she is so textbook Cool Girl! The coolest girl of all! A girl who poses nude for artists who capture a certain something about her, a girl who's just realer than other girls, THE MAGICAL IDEAL.) He sends her incredibly long, pompous emails after a one-night stand which took place on an evening in which "he waited until Marisa was on her second beer -- he kept track from a distance, biding his time. When he approached at last, his own untouched beer dangling casually in his hand --" OKAY AARON, THANKS AND GOODBYE, YOU AND I ARE DONE.

But alas, we are not done with Aaron, we are not done with Aaron at all. Eventually Aaron does come to realize that he's insufferable! A significant part of this realization comes when he visits an archive and meets a shy, demure archivist who's bad at flirting, and is suddenly struck by how desperately sad it is that people like her may never find love because they're all overlooked by assholes like him. If only people like him paid attention to people like her, their lives might be fulfilling and the world would be better! ALAS.

(There are two other archivists in the book, The Interchangeable Patricias. They have a few moments of heroically rising to Helen's aid but mostly their role is to stand as icily competent, largely humorless glowering gate-guards over the sacred text, because of course.)

So basically everything about the modern sections was nonsense to me. (Also, I got mad every time they found a document that explained to them a Piece of the Mystery in a way that was way too narratively convenient. 'Oh, look, Ester doodled out her real name and her fake name next to each other and added a note that said 'HEY IT'S ALL MY NAMES!' Isn't that handy!')

Still, Ester's story in and of itself was good and compelling and interesting, and grudgingly I became invested in it despite myself...

And then spoilers! )

Promptly Quotable #007

Sep. 14th, 2017 08:03 pm
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Write a poem about


“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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Sep. 13th, 2017 10:38 pm
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Juliet Takes a Breath was our book club book for the month of August. I am glad for the existence of this book in the world and I am glad I read it, and with that said my experience of reading it was largely one of OVERWHELMING CONTACT EMBARRASSMENT.

Juliet Takes a Breath is the coming-of-age story of Juliet Milagros Palante, a young Puerto Rican lesbian from the Bronx who's spending the summer of 2002 interning in Portland, Oregon! with international feminist sensation Harlowe Brisbane! author of "Raging Flower," a book about VAGINA POWER!

Unsurprisingly, pretty much every time Harlowe Brisbane spoke a sentence I wanted to retract my head all the way back inside my nonexistent turtle shell until a million years had passed and womyn power white lady feminism was a thing that could be discussed with distant scholarly complacency, like galvanism or the Cathar heresy. This is completely expected and indeed clearly intended by the book, but nonetheless, OH LORD.

Anyway, not everything is Harlowe Brisbane being exactly the way you'd expect; a great deal of the book is Juliet dealing with a wide range of family reactions to her coming-out (the width of the range in particular is really good!), and Learning New Vocabularies, and finding comfortable queer POC spaces, and attending lectures about intersectional solidarity in the wake of 9/11, and making romantic gay teen mixtapes full of Ani DiFranco songs! But oh, lord. At least one book club member said it rang extremely true to their experience and memories of Portland in 2002. Myself, in 2002 I was nowhere near Portland nor any of the Cool Yet Problematique gay spaces that Rivera is writing about here and it's PROBABLY just as well, but it does seem quite likely to me that walking around Portland in 2002 was a lot like walking around a physical manifestation of certain bits of tumblr, and that is indeed the sense I got of it from this book.

[a sidenote: the acknowledgments in the back include pointed thanks and reference to the time that the author spent with Inga Muscio, author of 'Cunt: A Declaration of Independence.' I'm not necessarily saying this book was a callout post, but .... anyway Inga Muscio also cheerfully blurbed the book on the front so it seems there were no hard feelings on her part and all is well.]

Fidele Chapter 26

Sep. 12th, 2017 02:38 pm
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Fidele (121306 words) by misslucyjane
Chapters: 26/?
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Additional Tags: Romance Novel, Paranormal, PTSD, Hauntings, Kid Fic, Drug Use
Summary:

A house full of ghosts is no place to fall in love.

Malcolm Carmichael has been coping with his post-war trauma by taking lovers, teaching art to schoolboys, and trying to ignore the ghosts he sees everywhere. At the death of his mother, he realizes he wants more than just to coast on by, and leaves the exclusive school in search of something more.

Caleb Thibodeaux was so traumatized by the death of his parents in a fire that he hasn't spoken a word since. His uncle Noel hires Malcolm to be his tutor, and Malcolm discovers that Caleb is not the only Thibodeaux son with secrets. The plantation house Fidele is beautiful but haunted, and Noel is much the same.

Soon Malcolm is absorbed in protecting Caleb and Noel from threats both living and dead, and in uncovering the story of Fidele.



Read at AO3 or at JennaLynnBrown.com.
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For origfic bingo:


The sand got stuck between her fingers and toes. Skylight studied the way it looked, barely paler than her skin, and let herself feel the grit.


She remembered still the grit between her teeth, that got stuck in her eyes, when her braid came loose from how she’d wrapped it and whipped into her face when the desert winds blew fierce out on a harsher ocean of sand. She’d been a fighter than, if little more than a child.


She waded out from under memory and stood on the front of an ocean of water instead.


New memories. Better ones.


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Sep. 12th, 2017 08:46 am
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Still here, I promise. Mostly been busy on Tumblr and working on jewelry stuff at night while watching a friend of mine slug their way through Mass Effect Andromeda for the first time. There has been a lot of bitching over sequence-breaking and the fact that this game is good when it could have been great, it's just bug laden/bad at pacing/etc.

Trying to avoid spoilers for the rest of the game; it's currently up to Kadara and a bunch of people's loyalty missions, fwiw.

100 words of fireworks

Sep. 11th, 2017 09:14 pm
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Written for my origfic bingo:


This is the moment she’s been waiting for—weeks of patient fingers smudged gunpowder black, staring up at the sky wondering what it would mean to blot out the stars with a more brilliant light.


Aneda turns the pages of the ancient book, weights down the delicate page with a carefully placed rock (she’s ever been practical), and breathes on her palm to watch her exhalation curl upward into smoke and flame. She touches it to the fuse and waits.


Her palms are damp with sweat. She doesn’t bother to douse the flame.


There. Flaring light. Come, rescue me. Color.


Patreon

Sep. 11th, 2017 08:28 pm
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I’ve been looking at a few things, like archiving my original fiction on its own site for that, on writing.com, or maybe even the Kingdoms and Thorn stuff that started as promptfest stuff on AO3.


And then there’s Patreon. If I had one, would anyone even be interested?


I already kind of post too much poetry and finish too little fiction, though I would probably go with  properly collecting/publishing stuff + short works for a Patreon.


It's Been a Day

Sep. 11th, 2017 02:45 am
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Actually a weekend.


Friday was… not great. For a lot of different reasons that sort of just glommed onto each other to make me feel generally miserable.


Today was trying to get the kitchen done and moved into in one big go. Which was not my greatest idea, but it was productive, just not at all done. :sigh:


My bath and toiletries box is still in the garage and I have seriously got to buy some groceries tomorrow. Also, check will be short due to move and I’m still waiting for time off requests to be submitted to know whether it’ll honor giving me my holiday hours for Labor Day.


But hey, I got an exchange fic written and we’ll have lunch containers that are clean tomorrow, so there’s that?


:hugs to everyone:


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