Star Wars Fic:

Sep. 24th, 2017 10:09 am
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Remix this year was a mixed bag. On the one hand, I got to play with [personal profile] celeste9's lovely works; on the other hand, I got some rude anon comments. Celeste had a cute story about Poe and Finn mixing up their uniform shirts, and I immediately thought about how that could have been a career-ending mistake in the US Navy not all that long ago, so I ended up writing an AU set during the Don't Ask/Don't Tell years. I do understand how someone could find that choice odd, but it was a story I really wanted to write. As a queer person who works in a conservative profession and lives in a conservative area, the relationship choices I made were constrained by my fear of losing my job. Obviously, I'm happily married and have no regrets, but I also see our country backsliding toward less accepting times. I remember feeling lonely when I was younger because I could never find slash that actually addressed the difficult choices I was facing, so I wanted the chance to write about some of those issues. Of course, I got a rude comment almost immediately, which was disappointing but not altogether unexpected. I'm still happy I wrote the story I wanted to tell.

Title: This Is Only a Drill (The Anytime, Anywhere Remix)
Pairing: Poe/Finn
Rating: Teen
Summary: The year is 1993. The Cold War is old news. Don't ask, don't tell is brand new. Poe Dameron is the best fighter pilot in the Navy, and he's in love with a man.
Word Count: 4800

Blessings on the Autumn Equinox

Sep. 22nd, 2017 12:08 pm
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For origfic bingo:


Arc’s lying in bed, humming a lullaby to herself, before she stops and bites her lip. She glances across the room, but for once, her normally insomniac roommate is actually asleep, exhausted from over-training and getting thrown hard into the wall by another team member.


There’s always curiosity from Skylight, questions pooling in her eyes. Where did you hear that? Do you remember it? Do you remember?


Her mother used to sing her to sleep, and Arc still remembers her father tucking her in.


He betrayed her, let them bring her here.


She shakes her head and tries to forget.


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Written for origfic bingo:


They called it ‘magic’, this feeling that was supposed to overwhelm her when she finally met the one.


Air tossed another cheap paperback book across the room, narrowly missing Shadow’s head. He shot her a raised brow glance from the dresser he was sitting on.


“Boring,” she said tightly. “Unrealistic.”


She picked up another book, then wondered why she bothered. She’d tried genre after genre, looking for something she could either relate to or believe in long enough to forget the things she related to.


She sighed, admitted quietly to Shadow, “He’s not magic. He’s real.”


It’s what she wanted.


Poetry Prompts

Sep. 19th, 2017 03:15 am
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I made sure I scheduled them before I moved so they wouldn’t be interrupted by the move, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s getting much use out of them right now. Should I keep posting them?


Secret Projects

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:50 pm
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  1. Secret Project #1 has finally started to come together.

  2. Secret Writing Projects have definitively not.

  3. Same for crossovering and fandom growth exchange fics.

  4. I’ve got a chapter to read for a friend and have been tired with the snifflies all day (wild temperature swings and that time of month mostly).


Looking forward to the weekend. May yours be great!


Promptly Quotable #007

Sep. 14th, 2017 08:03 pm
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Write a poem about


“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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For origfic bingo:


The sand got stuck between her fingers and toes. Skylight studied the way it looked, barely paler than her skin, and let herself feel the grit.


She remembered still the grit between her teeth, that got stuck in her eyes, when her braid came loose from how she’d wrapped it and whipped into her face when the desert winds blew fierce out on a harsher ocean of sand. She’d been a fighter than, if little more than a child.


She waded out from under memory and stood on the front of an ocean of water instead.


New memories. Better ones.


100 words of fireworks

Sep. 11th, 2017 09:14 pm
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Written for my origfic bingo:


This is the moment she’s been waiting for—weeks of patient fingers smudged gunpowder black, staring up at the sky wondering what it would mean to blot out the stars with a more brilliant light.


Aneda turns the pages of the ancient book, weights down the delicate page with a carefully placed rock (she’s ever been practical), and breathes on her palm to watch her exhalation curl upward into smoke and flame. She touches it to the fuse and waits.


Her palms are damp with sweat. She doesn’t bother to douse the flame.


There. Flaring light. Come, rescue me. Color.


Patreon

Sep. 11th, 2017 08:28 pm
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I’ve been looking at a few things, like archiving my original fiction on its own site for that, on writing.com, or maybe even the Kingdoms and Thorn stuff that started as promptfest stuff on AO3.


And then there’s Patreon. If I had one, would anyone even be interested?


I already kind of post too much poetry and finish too little fiction, though I would probably go with  properly collecting/publishing stuff + short works for a Patreon.


It's Been a Day

Sep. 11th, 2017 02:45 am
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Actually a weekend.


Friday was… not great. For a lot of different reasons that sort of just glommed onto each other to make me feel generally miserable.


Today was trying to get the kitchen done and moved into in one big go. Which was not my greatest idea, but it was productive, just not at all done. :sigh:


My bath and toiletries box is still in the garage and I have seriously got to buy some groceries tomorrow. Also, check will be short due to move and I’m still waiting for time off requests to be submitted to know whether it’ll honor giving me my holiday hours for Labor Day.


But hey, I got an exchange fic written and we’ll have lunch containers that are clean tomorrow, so there’s that?


:hugs to everyone:


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