Ever Bethany

I'm fairly impressed with myself. I am running a house of 7, plus menagerie and...
Writing a LOT.

Mortal Queen is terrible fun, and it's practically writing itself--usually I don't sympathise with that term, and I still feel the work of coming up with the scenes, but I'm having them come to me before I sit down to the page. Today I racked up four pages, even having been out of the house for the afternoon, as well as cooking for a family.

I have to share this part with you:

PS
Inuyasha Episode 66 notable for:
Sesshomaru Eyebrow Action!

...yaaa, kawaiiii.

In Better News

I'm writing Mortal Queen with unholy glee.

Also, thank you for humoring my UnGenius Angst. Pam has guided me towards the much less hot-button epithet Brilliant. I will now be accepting gifts of brilliance, and notices about good deals on e-Bay.

The crucible for silver and the furnace for gold, but man is tested by the praise he receives. (Proverb)

Your reward is:
A Snippet from the Fairy Matchmaker Novel
which is fluff and like World Domination will be an utter mess when I'm through but fun enough I can stand to fix it anyhow:

Anyone want to critique Knight-Errant or Heart's Desire, a fairy-tale style fantasy short story? It's 4k. Help me out if you can!

The people who have read so far have liked it a lot and not given me much to work with for rewriting. *g* Any volunteers will also be welcome to help me get this story a real name!

I think I might finish a book pretty quick here. I also started a new short story in the world of "Kansai Hop" (more generally useful: like a slightly less boys-book Artemis Fowl universe) which I will cut but still put most of the opening here. Despite the fact that it's not Teaser Tuesday or anything.


Larry ambled down to the marquee, bland expression fine tuned so he could internally sneer at the knocked-in neighboring sign for the ugly wonder of a Funeral Home.   ...

 

This is placed in a specific time in bordertown Claremore, BTW. ^_^

In honor of it being Tuesday and having actually accomplished something Monday, here's an opening bit of the story I've been working on.

 

Monday I spent digging into World Domination 101's rewrite. I just couldn't face that today.
    While I usually try not to post every day I'm sifting through a lot of stuff right now, post-VP, so blogging is getting a lot of abuse as a way of talking to my other brain. But first...

Anecdotal Evidence of a Good Time:
    How could Pam have known when she left Denver that one of her missions in travelling to Mass. would be to reveal to an Oklahoma residing 80's baby that the subgenre of the decade she'd always liked was Hair Metal? No one could have known. It is inscrutible.
    How could I have guessed it would not be the Shakespeare (...ow...the puns...) reading that I would have most fun at, but an impromptu initiation in the "horror of the literary life", a respite in a weary labor, and that Bear would volunteer to read me a bed-time story?
    Likewise, inscrutible.
I think I like Bear. A lot.

As an exercise, I'm writing every night with the sole intent of upping conflict every scene of the story. It's a silly premise, but is perfect for a "cheap mistakes" excursion into words. I'm posting it on Writer's Digest forums (which has suddenly palled in appeal) but I'm also committing myself here. For you, though, gentle reader--



    Blech. But what I've done tonight so far does have more problems stacking up BECAUSE of Malene's solution. A point to Hufflepuff.

To submit poetry to a contest she's working with.

Well.

It's not like I didn't have five million things to do (though I did check off a few things on my before-I-leave-for-three-weeks list today, including fair entries), but who am I to turn down a specific request to be part of a small college poetry journal's yearly contest?

I am nobody. So I'm printing out a whole bunch to try and pick three for a non-genre audience, despite the redoubtable strength of my genre poetry as opposed to the others. From noncommentable to occasionally interesting, basically.
Therefore, I subject you to the unique torture that is your share in my life.

 

It's long.

I've revised for VP--as good as it's going to get, I decided. To my immense relief. Once I'm decided I tend to be pretty stable despite my own character, a trait I'm sure other TCKs share.
The universe ends, and that's it. Drink up and get going, despite the drama previously.

So today's teaser will be private (not on UFF), as it's from a "sci-fi" superhero novel which I still love despite the long labor I have done and am not close to half done with. It's very short, also.

 

As for current work, I didn't do anything mean to Jess today, but Pythian was devastatingly practical in this scene. I'm at 98 pages and rediscovering the pacing for a whole novel on this one, which is relieving. Hmm. I just had a thought of how to extend the "between" novel...

Shaim, however, has been forced to blow off his friend for Romon-the-gang-liaison, who was mad at him for disappearing to play the day before. Also, random girl attention.
How mortifying.

I might as well celebrate, right? It's not necessarily professional level (which is supposed to be the point), but it's fun, and I think I'd like to have it up on the interwebs.

I'm going to post a short that's actually a kind of continuity bit from my Aolon story. It's characters I haven't gotten to yet, and a part that won't fit in the narrative, but it's so much fun I want to have it somewhere people can read it if they like my other stuff.

Warning: blatant usage of the "language" to be contextually understood from other parts.
 For starters though: the priest/judges of this culture have traditionally had a certain cut of hair, longer than most men. This guy takes it to the Nth degree as a showing-off point. This point in history a rediscovery of culture after a repressive government is thrown down has shaped what rebels look like.

Shaim at Large