December 31st, 2012


Monday Update 12-31-12

These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Single-line Bingo: 4 Poems, 1 Story
Fiction by Rix_scaedu
Poem: "Return to Center"
Poem: "Opening Doors"
Upcoming Themes

Visit the 2013 Rose & Bay Award Landing Page. We still need volunteers to manage the Fiction and Other Project categories. Nominations open on January 1!  If you want to affirm a project as crowdfunded, today is the last day to touch it up.  Think about your favorite projects that you'll want to nominate in January.

I'll be working on my year-end stuff today and year-beginning stuff tomorrow. Keep an eye on my blog for important posts.

Poetry in Microfunding:
"Within the Wolf's Jaws" belongs to The Asgard Eddas. Read about some starfarers and their interrupted journey.  "Catching in the Rye" belongs to Hart's Farm.  Consenting adults play a sexy game after the harvest.

Torn World writing update:
Approved as canon: "Squiggles: Excerpts from Nleimen's Journal," (fiction) "The Urge to Fly" "Autumn Gathering," (poetry).  Back to me for edits: "Breaking the Ice," "Beached Fish" (fiction).  Currently in front of the canon board: "Drawing the Triangle," "Unicorns on Parade" (fiction), "Ghost Bat" (nonfiction).  Drafted: "Cutting Cords and Clasping Hands," "Like Ash Before the Wind," "From Dark to Bright," "The Inappropriate But Useful Disposal of Lettuce" "A Thin Red Trail" "The Museum of Mortality" (fiction), "Changes in the Wind" (poetry), "Publishers in the Empire" (nonfiction).  In revision at home: "Water Dance," "When the Wind's Teeth Sing," "Raining Kittens," "Finding the Holes" (fiction),  "The Smallest Invaders" (poetry).  Currently writing: "Catch of the Day," "Winterheart" "A Cold Clear Night" (fiction).

It's cold here, with a thin layer of snow on the ground.  The birds are out foraging and I saw the squirrel.  Need to refill both of the suet feeders, but the seed feeders are in business.

Update from Kajones_writing

December has the advent story, set in Fae World. Remember that December is also half-price month for sponsoring stories, and double credits month for participation. Today is the last day to take advantage of those.

Visit the December Prompts Session and leave suggestions on the theme of "a minute, a year, a lifetime." You can also leave a random number or two if you're drawing a blank on detailed prompts. I'm really hoping to see more prompts appear in this because some of the Halloween ones that just went up are really cool.

Discuss Birthday Stories 2012 and/or request a birthday story for 2013.

Fiction: Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 6), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 7), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 8), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 9), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 10), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Alder: On Earth (part 11), Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: George: After the Meeting, Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Esra: On Earth, Advent Story 2012: The Fae World: Sorrel: On Earth

The World Walkers: Athare: Glyn: A Door to an Unexpected Place includes the most brilliant danger-bait that I have seen in a long time. It would have hooked me too. I sooooo want to read more of this story! The Donor House: Alice: The Third Halloween has a good overview of things that can go right and wrong on this holiday. The Donor House: John: Malted Milk Balls is just adorable. It showcases one of the quirks of these vampires -- that they can eat solid food, but taste very little of it -- as they discover something they really can taste. The Donor House: Nick: Graffiti is a reminder of how rotten humans can be. The Fae World: Ava: Finding Out Ava Has Magic features a magical jack-o-lantern. The Deities’ World: Lucifer: Halloween is a bittersweet story about wanting a connection that nobody else seems to want.

The Donor House: John Good Road: Twilight Memories is fanfic that I wrote about John musing over the Wounded Knee Massacre and his place at the Donor House.


It's snowing here in central Illinois.  Fat white flakes, and indeed, huge clusters of flakes the size of quarters or half-dollars, floating down softly to stick to everything, some of the biggest crystal formations I have ever seen fall from the sky.  Beautiful.  (But then, I'm not the one who does most of the shoveling.)  The birds were all over the feeders earlier -- a couple dozen sparrows, at least half a dozen lady cardinals and a couple of males -- but have mostly retreated to shelter now.  And the squirrel.  I refilled the feeders for when they come back.

Poem: "You Are the We of Me"

This poem fills a square on my second card for the [community profile] cottoncandy_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to create and share material focused on what is variously called fluff, schmoop, gentle fiction, light reading, comfort reading, positive thinking, chicken soup for the soul, or anything else that offers a fun alternative to usual run of sex, violence, and angst of modern media. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following poem belongs to the series One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis. It has the grit of low fantasy and the magic of high fantasy. This is the tale of how the Shaeth, the former God of Evil, becomes the God of Drunks. So far he has two followers, Trobby and Glenta, helping him along the way.  You can find the other poems in this series via the Serial Poetry page.

Fandom: Original (One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis)
Prompt: Wild Card (I becomes we)
Medium: Poetry
Summary: Shaeth flounders while trying to establish a new worship service. Trobby and Glenta add pieces to make it work.
Content Notes: Spirituality. Domestic. Little comforts. Making new traditions.

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Poem: "Nutshells"

This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This fest encourages the creation of boundary-pushing material that explores what happens when things go horribly wrong and people actually care about each other. Remember, things always go wrong; what matters is how you deal with that. Some of the content may be NSFW. Read the FAQ and rules here. The signup post is here. I'm hoping to attract some new readers.

The following poem belongs to the series Fiorenza the Wisewoman; it is a sequel to "From the Free City" and will make more sense if you read that first. This is historic fantasy set in Renaissance Italy. It features a young woman who handles the healing and magical tasks for her village. You can read more about this on the Serial Poetry page.

Fandom: Original (Fiorenza the Wisewoman)
Prompt: Amnesia
Medium: Poetry
Wordcount: 396
Rating: PG
Warnings: Non-graphic, minor self-harm through carelessness.
Summary: Mad Ercole searches for lost memories in the autumn woods, and Fiorenza keeps watch over him.
Notes: Angst. Caretaking. Aftermath of traumatic brain injury.

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