Jul. 24th, 2011
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "1) the story starts with the words 'It's going down.'"
Vas' World has a landing page (LJ Link)
"It's going down." Vas watched the wicker cage slowly descend the cliff, shaking his head.
"Of course it's going down," Suki laughed. "It's an elevator. What did you expect it to do? Swing back and forth wildly?"
"It's not an elevator," he grumbled, never mind the horse-creatures that could probably overhear him. "It's a wicker basket and a pulley system."
"Sounds like an elevator to me. And it sounds a lot safer than the path there... besides, it's holding two horses and Malia, and it's doing just fine. It can hold our weight."
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Vas' World has a landing page (LJ Link)
"It's going down." Vas watched the wicker cage slowly descend the cliff, shaking his head.
"Of course it's going down," Suki laughed. "It's an elevator. What did you expect it to do? Swing back and forth wildly?"
"It's not an elevator," he grumbled, never mind the horse-creatures that could probably overhear him. "It's a wicker basket and a pulley system."
"Sounds like an elevator to me. And it sounds a lot safer than the path there... besides, it's holding two horses and Malia, and it's doing just fine. It can hold our weight."
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Sunday Fic Meme: The Cali Novel
Jul. 24th, 2011 03:49 pmEach Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever. (Ganked from
ysabetwordsmith)
This is from a novel I'm attempting to write, set in my Tir na Cali setting.
I woke up in a crate, seriously, a shipping crate. I was packed into some sort of foam padding, holding me so I could barely move. My head felt foggy, my mouth tasted cottony, and for a long horrible minute I had no idea where I was. I was stuck in a cocoon, that’s all I knew, the lid just a couple inches from my nose. I might have yelled, but I doubt anything heard me. The padding in that thing ate sound.
This is from a novel I'm attempting to write, set in my Tir na Cali setting.
I woke up in a crate, seriously, a shipping crate. I was packed into some sort of foam padding, holding me so I could barely move. My head felt foggy, my mouth tasted cottony, and for a long horrible minute I had no idea where I was. I was stuck in a cocoon, that’s all I knew, the lid just a couple inches from my nose. I might have yelled, but I doubt anything heard me. The padding in that thing ate sound.
Pretty disambiguous here
Jul. 24th, 2011 07:04 pmIt comes up once in a while - most recently, in a conversation with
the_vulture in
haikujaguar's awesome party...
... I love playing with gender roles and gender ambiguity. I've had trans friends and other friends for whom gender could change in the middle of a sentence. My dad & mom both had hair halfway to their waists when they were married, my husband does the cooking and over half the cleaning. To quote my dad on power tools and gender: "gender, hell. Your mother has her own chainsaw."
But I have internalized some really really strong gender distinctions (This also came up recently: my best friend and I in high school, honor roll, capable, smart girls, both wanted to be housewives). I get called on them sometimes in Addergoole, which isn't really helped by my co-writer, who, if anything, has sharper and more "traditional" gender distinctions than I do.
This, to put it mildly, confuses the hell out of me.
... I love playing with gender roles and gender ambiguity. I've had trans friends and other friends for whom gender could change in the middle of a sentence. My dad & mom both had hair halfway to their waists when they were married, my husband does the cooking and over half the cleaning. To quote my dad on power tools and gender: "gender, hell. Your mother has her own chainsaw."
But I have internalized some really really strong gender distinctions (This also came up recently: my best friend and I in high school, honor roll, capable, smart girls, both wanted to be housewives). I get called on them sometimes in Addergoole, which isn't really helped by my co-writer, who, if anything, has sharper and more "traditional" gender distinctions than I do.
This, to put it mildly, confuses the hell out of me.
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "1) the story starts with the words 'It's going down.'"
Addergoole/Fae Apoc Year 9 has a landing page (LJ Link)
“It’s going down.” Curry was breathless when he pounded on Thornburn’s door, his words coming out in ragged gasps. Ceinwen tried to pretend she wasn’t hiding, back in the little corner of the room He allowed her. “Kendon and Jeremiah, over that little carrotty Ninthie. What’s her name… Hoover?”
“Ahouva.” It was somehow unsurprising and yet still displeasing that He knew the pretty girl’s name. He knew them all. “I thought Jeremiah had his hands full.” He was sliding on his shoes as he spoke; Ceinwen, hesitantly, looked for her own.
“I thought he did, too. I guess he’s going for the greed factor. Surprises me... Kendon is no sweetheart, but I didn’t think the Prophet was the White Knight sort, either. I mean, he’s turned his back on a lot of shit in his day.”
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Addergoole/Fae Apoc Year 9 has a landing page (LJ Link)
“It’s going down.” Curry was breathless when he pounded on Thornburn’s door, his words coming out in ragged gasps. Ceinwen tried to pretend she wasn’t hiding, back in the little corner of the room He allowed her. “Kendon and Jeremiah, over that little carrotty Ninthie. What’s her name… Hoover?”
“Ahouva.” It was somehow unsurprising and yet still displeasing that He knew the pretty girl’s name. He knew them all. “I thought Jeremiah had his hands full.” He was sliding on his shoes as he spoke; Ceinwen, hesitantly, looked for her own.
“I thought he did, too. I guess he’s going for the greed factor. Surprises me... Kendon is no sweetheart, but I didn’t think the Prophet was the White Knight sort, either. I mean, he’s turned his back on a lot of shit in his day.”
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