I have three male characters in STRONG EARTH who need names, but only one of my donation-supporters is male. Tsk, gentlemen, the ladies are outpacing you by a massive margin….
- Mood index: yeah. still in the 90’s.
(If this works, yay. If not… no harm no foul. If nothing else, it shakes some dust off.)
Snarky Water (working title): Sometimes, the gods give you gifts.
A World of Unfortunate Place Names: There were no safe places in Portside.
Praise the Devil: The horse was an old one, and piebald to boot, warning he’d go lame sooner rather than not, but Jack would be damned if he’d give up and walk.
Location, Location: Did you ever wonder why do some locations just kill any business that locates there?
BabyGirl (working title): “Loving someone, letting yourself love them, means giving them part of yourself. And you don’t get that back when it ends.”
The Cost: “My lady, I dislike this place.”
The Devil’s House: The way the story’d been told her, a preacherman came into town before there was much of a town at all, just the saloon and a couple-three homesteads, looked around, and pronounced that they’d be the first to be washed away, come the Flood.
Strong Earth: Elizabeth sat very still and sipped her tea.
Reason To Believe: “Pepper-pepper solo, plain solo, two cokes.”
Beyond the Real: Snow rested on the windowsill, frosting the empty street beyond, a white-blue shadow in the dawn light.
Frontiers: The message arrived with the morning post, the waxed envelope sealed with the official mark of the New Settlements, the stylized iris rising over the watercat dormant, the logos almost unreadable at that size.
Water of Life: “Fuck on a stick, I hate this place.”
Speakeasy: “Joan. Must you?”
in other news, Still Unbearably Hot. And I have been reminded – rather forcibly – why I do not go out and about in Very Hot Weather, as despite hydration and frequent shade/SC, I was still felled by a massive headsqueeze. A thunderstorm would be most welcome now, O Weather Forces.
I got caught up in a discussion late last night, with someone trying to “explain” terrorism, of any shade stripe or dot. And this morning I’ve finally managed to sum up my reaction:
I do not understand and I will not condone and I will not turn away.
This isn’t an opening for discussion. I’m not interested in political, moral, or philosophical justifications, this morning — or, perhaps, any other. Not on this.
- Mood index: hot
Also, my trip to DragonCon may be in danger of cancellation for reasons totally out of my control, damn it. Everyone clap your hands and say “let the universe behave” and maybe it will sort itself out….
Forward motion on Gen & Tonic Investigations #1: 7,465 / 70,000
Still no contract. I Have Faith. Really. *nods* Faith.
Title: “Strong Earth”
Starting point: 1,100 words of outline
Goal: 20,000 words of story
new words: 1,038 for two day’s total
Total words: 16,410
“The soldiers, they have reason to arrest you?” More than the theft, she meant. She did not know why a soldier would bayonet a man… No, she knew. She simply did not wish to think about it.
Dead Bodies: not dead yet, by god.
Revelations: not one, but two.
Things magical: herbwitchery of a most basic sort
And now I have to think seriously about Going Outside,
to head into Manhattan to shove myself into a small bar with no AC to hear people read good fiction. If it wasn’t for the good fiction part, I’d say the hell with that…I am under orders to do no such thing. My parents & my sweetie, they know my heat tolerances (or lack thereof)…