June 25th, 2018


Poem: "Working Outside in the Elements"

This poem is spillover from the November 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] lone_cat. It also fills the "random acts of kindness" square in my 2-28-18 card for the Slice-of-Life Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by EdorFaus. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series and follows "Defeating Tough Weather."

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Monday Update 6-25-18

These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card 6-23-18
Read "You Say Yes" by Bairnsidhe
Fair Use vs. Seuss
Moment of Silence: Koko
Emotional Intimacy Question: Worst Memory
Wednesday Yardening
Demifiction: "The Gaslight Goes Out"
Hard Things

The half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics went stupendously well. \o/ Thank you all for your amazing generosity. If you look at the sale page, you'll see there are only 4 poems left. O.O One of my donors bought part of their batch early, and part will come later -- plus pending payments on held items -- so it's not quite all the way done yet. However, I have a huge backlog of sponsored poems to post. I haven't linked them individually here; just use the sale page and click on the underlined titles. Keep an eye on this blog as I'll probably be adding things all week.

Poetry in Microfunding:

"Energy, Made Visible" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Shiv and has 56 new verses. Dr. G and Shiv complete the round of therapy questions.

"Only If It Is Embraced" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Damask. Ham grumbles over the arrangements.

The weather has been warm and wet here. We got plenty of rain.  The yard is lush and green. Seen at the birdfeeders this week: sparrows, mourning doves, several cardinals, and plenty of of house finches. In bloom: marigolds, gazania, blue lobelia, white alyssum, zinnias, yarrow, torenia, salvia, cleome, petunia, million bells, snapdragons, lantana, coreopsis, dianthus, peppers, lamb's ear, basil, daylilies, begonia, golden raintree, and sundry others.  My Here Lies Butch daylilies are blooming.  They aren't the bold purple-and-green ruffles from the catalog, more like cream with a maroon throat, but very striking.  Crabapples, apples, and blackberries have green fruit. Mulberries and raspberries are ripe. Not many raspberries this year, as it was too dry when they were setting fruit.

How to Write Social Stories That Work

The notes for my poem "The One That Keeps Demanding" include a lot of information about social stories, so I recommend reading that material as background for this post. Based on a reader comment, I decided to add some tips on how to write social stories that are helpful instead of hurtful. Then I figured it would help to put that section in a separate post so more people could see it.

Credentials: I'm not a counselor. I am a professional writer, editor, and reviewer which makes me good at understanding how storytelling works. I am a freak, which means I understand what it's like to have my reality off on a tangent from other people's expectations, and how to work around that. I am a student of philosophy, human nature, and pretty much everything else that catches my interest, thus giving me a very wide perspective on what works or doesn't work and why. I am a metaphysicist, which gives me experience with positive affirmations and other reality modifications. I am a teacher, so I have experience explaining things to people. I am an activist, which includes supporting diversity and agency for moral reasons; and a hobby-biologist, which means I know that the kitchen junk drawer of annoying quirks has saved species from many disastrous changes. I am a pragmatist, which means I care a lot more about what actually works than what people think should work. These are the skills and traits that inform my observations about designing effective social stories.

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Monday Yardening

Today is mild and partly cloudy.  We got some rain this morning.

I went out and picked black raspberries in the back area and at the end of the prairie garden.  I got almost half a bag. 

Also, I fed the birds.  By the time I got back in the house, finches were swarming the feeders.  :D

Round Two, I went back out to pull weeds and cut grass around the barrel garden.

Poem: "Conscious of the Injustice"

This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "surrender" square in my 1-31-18 card for the Valentines Bingo Fest. It has been sponsored by EdorFaus. This poem belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. In most regards, Terramagne fares better than here -- but when it goes badly, superpowers can make matters a great deal worse. This is one of those worse examples: the Willie Lynch letter is a set of instructions for reverse-engineered mindrape left by a rogue telepath, to mimic the actual hackwork he did on his own enslaved victims. The poem involves a teen runaway, gang involvement, family problems, racial issues, reference to past rape begetting one of the characters, mental damage from long-past telepathic tampering, psychological scar tissue to the point of contractures, trauma handed down from slavery days, repugnant historic documents, asking for help and getting it, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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Feathering the Nest

[personal profile] dialecticdreamer is hosting "Feathering the Nest" today on the topic of nonsexual intimacies. Leave prompts, get ficlet!

While I hope to earn a penny a word, I'm more interested in hitting the target of $50 in donations for the prompt call, so feel free to PM me with an offer if something appeals! If we reach that goal, I'll post the first day of Shiv and Aida babysitting Jaxon in its entirety. That's eight thousand words of new story, where the two preschoolers are getting to know each other, and Shiv finally gets a practical demonstration of the Finns' insistence on “putting the bottom rungs on the ladder.”