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Instead of finishing Hoc Vale so I could sell it and make moneys with which to buy a necklace or some other shiny (Specifically The Mermaid Dreams of Land, which is the first time I've wanted a named necklace.) , I mucked about with wikipedia and ancestor research. Which is completely not useful here.

On the plus side, the story which was Company, and which is file named Run is now back to being called Light Up, Light Up. I loff the title. I have always loffed the title. Now! If I can just sell it for $230 before Sunday, I will be SET.

In a rummage through picture game stuff, I discovered a line from Wounds which never made it in. (Technically, when it was in the story, it was still called Thank Heavens for Our Starfish Forefathers, which is why the main character's name is still Starfish Girl.) "It's a family picture, I tell people. Starfish blood under my skin, starfish genes wrapped around my own. " I am still storing photos in my favorites, so that when I'm bored but need to write, I will have stories waiting for me.

Now, bed time.
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I'm browsing flickr while I wait for word races, and looking for pictures of what my cemetary will look like in Exposing the dead. Thank you, ancient ruins, for giving me photos:


grand entrance
Originally uploaded by Dan65


Salamis 053
Originally uploaded by lukemarquardt17


It's not quite either of those, really. but it's somewhere between the two, but with many many more pillars, and only the oldest pillars (the ones closest to the town) are that white. They start out painted and with things around the base of it, and then they fade over time to white and the grass grows up around the sides and such. They're mowed around every few weeks, but only edged once a season or so, if that, so the grass is tall and messy around the pillars, and ankle height or so where you'd be walking, with wildflowers (of the weed sort) and grass seeds and such. If you had allergies, you'd sneeze yourself out at the cemetery.

There isn't really a tradition of going to the cemetery regularly. You go for the funeral, and then maybe once a year for a couple of years, and then even less frequently. So they don't stay shiny and clean. They're not supposed to.

Fox Paws!

Mar. 12th, 2008 01:45 am
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454 words tonight! And that's just end result, which is important because I'd also been rampaging through the story cutting, adding, and rewriting words as part of my goal to add Plot. Well, okay, it was probably just plot, but it's so rarely seen in my stories, I felt it deserved a capital letter. I would share my darling, but everyone else would think it was stupid, so, eh. The only mean things I've done, really, is made my main character publicly acknowledge a child is the one she gave up for adoption years ago, which is a major faux pas. She's already been rescued from it, though.

Other good things I have done today: got up at 7:30, took my vitamins (not on an empty stomach again, thank you--I didn't think I'd make it to work without throwing up.) got to work early, handled all my tech support bugs, and had a vegetable with dinner--linguine alfredo con asiago and spinach salad with CA dressing. God, I love this dressing.

In unrelated news, while driving to the airport, we passed the Nipple Convalescent Home. A classic, particularly when coupled with the intense literalness of the whole area--the porn shops are "Adult Books" and "Adult World". There's no subtlety, ever.

Also, today's discovery: boys on Match.com are actually literate. Like, can spell their favorite sports, which I've never considered a particularly high bar, really, but has sunk many a boy on chemistry.com. (boys on Match.com can even actually write intelligent 'about me' pieces, which is beyond crazy, and verging on twilight zone.)
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Chance and I discussed Hoc Vale (also known in my head at least as Exposing the Dead) today to the point that I *may* even have a plot. How exciting! I shall print out all of my notes and get started on it after I fix the PDF of Ideomancer tonight. (or possibly there will be hardcopy edits before that, since this will involve some changes to the existing story, but not many, I think, which is the really cool thing about the plot.

So, I was whining to myself about a hole in the lining of my gloves. And this particular whine made friends with the 'I want to knit something useful, but I don't wear anything wool/wool-like." Because I actually do wear things that are knittable on my hands, since the softer yarns like merino and cashmere don't bother my hands the way fleece does. (the really impressive thing is, I keep looking at mitten patterns, and listening to people talk about knitting gloves and all that, and yet never ever thought about the fact that I could wear them until that moment.) So, next time I feel like knitting, I may sit down with a glove pattern and start figuring out how they work. Or I may stick with my panels. It's hard to say. (I've been loving the Fiddlehead mittens, but that's a bit more fancy, I think, than my skills will allow. Maybe I'll buy it for my mom to make for me.) Added bonus: if my hand-covers are knitted, then when I end up rubbing holes in them because of my fingernails, I will then get to learn useful skills like darning.

I may also just go back to using the embroidery hoops, and thus be able to cross-stitch without the tendon across my palm getting inflamed. It's not the same, watching Law and Order:CI or Stargate without cross-stitch in my lap.

I still hate this job. I still have no love anywhere else. My mother, though, doesn't think I really will snap and lose all of my soft skills, which I feel is a very real possibility, and one of the reasons I keep avoiding my bosses. Being fired for yelling at them = not part of my plan for world domination.

Aldo, I woke up this morning firmly convinced it was Monday morning.

Also also, I managed to spend about 3x as much money at Lush as I needed to. Stupid online site wouldn't let me buy, so I had to go in the store, and we all know what that leads to. (More moisturizer, apparently.) but at least my mom will get a heck of a care package, which she deserves since my grandmother is yet again in the hospital.
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"The butcher's shop was still clean and empty when she got there in the morning. The young priest called to her from the back room where he was dressing for work."

I was fussing with this story in my head last night, so I have to dig it out and look at a little now. I like this one, just like I like my pillar saints story (shame on the podling for not having seen Uncorked yet, btw. More shame on Hannah and mek for not having seen Amelie yet) But like Hoc Vale, I have no plot. Less of one even here than in Hoc, but that one's also stalled. I think I have to pull them off the back burner in my mind now, and start thinking more actively, see if I can't get something going with them before Firing comes back and I have no death stories out there. :) Well, Listening's out, but that's got even fewer markets left.
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Well, I rattled off about 500 words for "Hoc Vale," and made notes for "Nightlight." I'm really happy because it's the first quality writing I've done since, oh, January. I think maybe my muse was being held hostage by my fret monkey. Now that my fret monkey has been destroyed, she's free (I'm getting a new fret monkey, but he's a larger size, and they have to special order him, so it'll be a little while.), and suddenly I'm getting story ideas. Not new short story ideas--those I have all the time. No, these are the subtle ones. I don't know what they exactly would be called by other people. But it's little elements, like the idea of having the 'butchers' in my suicides stories be priests, like in roman religions (incidentally, can anyone tell me if the whole kosher thing is related to roman religious practices? It started niggling at me recently-seems too similar to be a coincidence.) for the sake of the parallelism it would create in the story. "Hoc Vale," which is my exposure/pillar saints story, is still missing some cultural elements to really set it apart, but those are the sort of things that usually show up as I write, not so much beforehand.

I wanted to write more on "Hoc Vale" (real title jumps back and forth between "This Vale of Tears" and "Hoc Vale Lacriminius"), but I've brought the ex-boyfriend back on early, and we've stalled.

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