Monthly Archives: October 2011

Fifteen Minute Fiction – Inkling (pt. 13)

Last time on Inkling:

“You shouldn’t have brought your friend.  He can’t see what he’s seen, even if he doesn’t understand it.  It’s been a long time since I devoured a memory.”  Emygdia leaned in close, and Grayson didn’t know whether to look at her eyes or her teeth, both equally terrifying, and equally near.  “I remember what youth tastes like, though, and he’ll do.”

(If you need to catch up, you can always read the full story (for free!) here: Inkling )

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What’s Up With Inkling

First off, if you’ve been reading Inkling, my urban fantasy serial, thanks!

Second, if you’ve wondered where the heck it went, the answer is: work.

Inkling, and the entire Fifteen Minute Fiction project, was begun as a way to get myself into a writing headspace on short notice.  To jump into a story and run with whatever idea came to me next.  I think it’s largely been a success on that score, until I reached the current transition point and a pretty hefty work crunch at the same time.

While it’s been on the back burner for a few weeks now, Inkling will return tomorrow, and we’re edging towards the middle of the story, before the crash bang fall into the end.

The good news is, I’m going to be updating the story on a regular basis again, until it’s done.  I’m going to compensate for a lack of extra time in which to write huge chunks of it by working on a section all week, and posting everything I’ve got on Friday.  So it’ll be Fifteen Minute Fiction Fridays, which, I won’t lie, appeals to my sense of alliteration.

So there you go.  New Inkling tomorrow.  In the meantime, if you want to refresh your memory, or read it for the first time, you can find it all here:  Inkling – A Fifteen Minute Fiction Serial

Tell Me Tuesday – October 25, 2011

Carousel closed for winter on deserted pier, over a river that has iced over.

Tell me about this picture. What it makes you think of, who took it, what you see that someone else doesn’t. Write a story, a poem, a comment, an essay. Leave a picture of your own.

Tell me something.

(If you write something on your own blog, leave a link here so we can all enjoy it.  Or, if you prefer, go crazy in the comments.)

Home is where… ?

A lot of my writing explores the theme of “home”, whether directly or indirectly.  In my worlds, home and family tend to be things that are created and worked for, rather than given.  If a character ends up in the same place they started, I feel like I haven’t done my job as a writer.  (Well, honestly, if a character in any book I’m reading winds up exactly the same on the last page as they were on the first, I die a little inside.)

Many of my characters have nomadic tendencies, no matter what they use to get around.  (Solar-powered flying car?  Check.  Someone else’s spaceship that they’ve “borrowed”?  Check.)  I like taking that old saying, “Home is where the heart is”, and going one further.  Home is the people you love, maybe even the people you hate.  It’s simultaneously the place you seek your whole life, and the place that drove you to move, to change, to be more than you were.

Bloom where you're planted

As long as I’m dishing out the trite sayings, let me share another.  “Bloom where you are planted.”  Maybe you’ve seen it stitched on a sampler, or as a bumper sticker slapped on the back of a dirty Subaru.  I don’t mean it in the Pollyanna-everything-is-always-light-and-beauty way.  It resonates with me, and within my writing.  Not because it demands that you open your arms and sing while the world covers you in dirt, but because it illustrates that the point isn’t where you started, or even what you become.

The point is to keep growing.

Guest Blogging at Gabriella Hewitt’s for LGBT History Month

I’m guest blogging at Gabriella Hewitt’s today, as part of her LGBT History Month series.  Check out my nearly-coherent thoughts on the “gay for you” thing, and watch out for Surprise!Bisexuals.

Gabriella Hewitt’s Blog

In other news, it’s been eighty-nine days since the last velociraptor incident at my workplace.  Here’s hoping for a solid three months!

This is a velociraptr-free workplace

Oh, In(tro)verted World

I have a very happy life.  A wonderful, enduring partnership, a supportive family who loves me.  Great friends, some whom I’ve known for years, and others that I get to know better all the time.  I have the time to pursue my writing, both solo projects and with my charming co-author, Michelle.  I’m comfortable, and I have routines that make me happy.

Routine in general makes me happy, as anyone who has ever tried to make last-minute plans with me can attest.  Lately, my routine has become the same go to work-come home- go back to work (write)- come home- sleep- repeat  almost every day.  It’s productive, it’s comfortable, it varies from time to time, certainly, but sometimes I wonder if it’s only giving rise to some of the downsides of loving routine, like anxiety when the routine is altered, or an inability to look outside the norm for new experiences.

To that end, I’m planning to have some Adventures soon.  This weekend, I’ve organized the first Formal Attire Miniature Golf outing with some friends.  Next weekend, it’s the Maryland Renaissance Festival.  The following weekend isn’t booked, but Monday the 31st is Halloween, and I’m going to a concert that night.

I think routine is great.  I’m a Virgo, amongst my many other foibles, and I like lists, and order.  I’m just also one of those foofy artists types, who thinks that different places create different thoughts, and different experiences create, period.  The fact that I’ve annexed my local Starbucks (hi everyone, I love you all!) as an office, while technically fulfilling the requirement for the whole “leaving the house” thing, isn’t really an Adventure, so much as a habit.  (A very, very productive habit.  We’ve now written almost three novels in that Starbucks, and I’ve got the bloodshot eyes and Gold Card membership to prove it.)

I live in the suburbs, and though it will strike me forever from the rolls of the cool, I must admit, I really enjoy it.  I lived both rural and metropolitan as a kid, in the middle of the city of San Jose, and the middle of nowhere in Hawaii.  I’m okay with the middle ground, because it means I can take advantage of both, without having to drive 45 miles to buy groceries, or getting shot walking to school.  (Sorry, San Jose.  You were kind of the pits when I lived there.)

It’s just actually remembering to do something outside my little bubble of Same that gets me.  So here’s to bursting your own bubble, and finding an Adventure to embark upon.  If you’ve got a suggestion, I’m open.