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Microfiction Monday: Fae Shoe

Susan over at Stony River has a weekly Monday meme where she posts a picture and everyone writes a little something from it.

I poked my stick into the human shoe. The storm had knocked the seed pouch out of my belt. Ah, there it was – oh, no, the pouch was empty!

General · reading · science fiction

Audiobooks and Impressions

So, I was listening to the audio version of Treachery in Death by JD Robb yesterday and it seems to me that “fuck” showed up more often than usual.

Now, I’ve read every other In Death book. Actually read, not listened to on my mp3 player. I don’t think the word fuck appears quite so much in them. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t notice. It’s possible – whoever reads it probably emphasizes some things over others. I guess it depends on how they say the words.

I mean, I thought Peabody used the word a lot more here. It doesn’t fit my mental image of her – sweet and solid. (The narrator’s voice for her doesn’t fit my image of her, either).

So I am thinking now maybe listening to a book instead of reading it somehow alters my impression of a book. How I see the characters, what parts I pay attention to, how I perceive the book.


Writing Recovery

After being away from my writing for over a week (because I was sick) I find I am having a hard time getting back to it. My rhythm is off, the words will not come and to make matters complete, I am still not completely recovered. The headaches, body-aches and a lack of energy continue. At least the fever and throwing up part seem to gone.

Music helps, gets me moving sometimes. The outline helps, lets me keep an eye on the ball. Rereading what I’ve written helps, letting me remember where I am.

Yesterday I think I only managed a 100 words. Physically, I just can’t write for more than an hour or two right now. By the end of the day, I am tired and my head spins like a top (like I was sick!). Hard to focus through the spinning. All I want to do is sleep. That’s probably part of the problem. But I also know if I stay away from it too long, I’ll stop entirely (that’s happened before – too long a break and I never go back.)

I have no idea what to do.

General · reading · Teaser Tuesdays

Teaser Tuesday: Inside Out

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • Uploaded with

  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

This is mine:

“Really?” Karla cocked her hip, studying me. “With her new blue eyes wide with fear, she looks exactly like Nolan did right before we fed him to Chomper.”

– Outside In by Maria V. Snyder

General · Short Story · Writing

Microfiction Monday: Picnics

Susan over at Stony River has a weekly microfiction meme where she provides an image and anyone who wants to writes a 140 character story.

Here is mine:

I looked away from my sisters. They spoke with their beaus and I had no desire to watch. My own Bob enjoyed picnics, but his mother was ill.


Being Sick and Reading

I have reached the point where I can stay up for a couple of hours before I need to sleep again. So what am I doing? I am reading.

Oddly, I am not reading stuff from my TBR list. Instead I find myself reading childhood favs. The Blue Sword by Robin McKinly(sp?). Why, I wonder? Why not Mockingjay, the second book in the Hunger Games series? Why not the book club book?

I don’t know. All I know is The Blue Sword seems somehow more comforting just now.

PS: forgive me any spelling errors. I am still unable to spell check.

reading · Writing

Loopy Thoughts on Muses

I am loopy on meds right. Probably about thirty minutes left until they put me to sleep.

So meantime I am wondering – probably the type of thoughts that occur to minds loopy on meds – I am wondering what gender my muse is.

The muses are supposed to be goddesses who inspire creative people. A woman, usually. I am thinking maybe they inspire because they are so beautiful and graceful and all that. Maybe it works out because historically, most writers were men. There was a time when in order to be published, women took a male pen name.

Not true anymore. But maybe it makes more sense for my muse to be a man. I am a girl A tall, strong man with smooth tanned skin, long black hair and bright blue eyes. Mmmmm.

Short Story · Writing

Microfiction Monday: Clock

Susan at Stony River as a microfiction meme every Monday. She posts an image and everyone writes a 140 character micro-fiction piece based on it. This is mine.

The bell clanged, releasing us, and I burst outside. The air smelled damp and fresh, like freedom. Joy bubbled up and I laughed. No school!

work in progress · Writing

Finding My Zone

Yesterday, I finished writing and went to bed. But instead of sleeping, I was writing in my head. It was like there was an imaginary computer in my head. It is after midnight, I am tired, I want to sleep, but my head keeps turning out prose.

I can’t remember the last time that happened. I think I must be hitting my zone. For various reasons, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t turn on the computer again and start writing again. Had to wait until this morning to type it all out.

The story is never far from my mind these days. I am getting closer and closer to the scene I really want to write. The characters are not fighting me and the story is moving in the direction I want.

It’s still slow though. If it keeps on like this, hopefully soon I’ll be able to catch to where I am supposed to be in my word count.