Make no secret.

Wednesday, 29 April 2015 13:47
partlyopenbook: Fairy-winged child and gray wolf. (friendship)
 I've been rewriting a short story first completed last year. It's called Kat's Tower. Originally a BDSM kind of tale, I quickly realized that this is a genre that I am not meant to encounter in the writing world — at least not right now! I transformed the story into something more adventurous, romantic, with elements of the gothic. And pirates. Because my writing soul has created some serious catenations with pirates the last fifteen years. 

It's unknown at this point how long Kat's Tower will wind up being. I'm hoping it won't be too long, since I'd decided to rewrite it with the hopes of including it in a new set of short stories.

Kat's Tower is divided into small chapters. Each chapter has possessive noun in it. The Fisherman's Inn... Winter's Garden... Crawley's Books... Kat's Tower... 

Here's the opening paragraph (subject to change):

Once upon a time, in the long past of the world, there lived a young woman, named Kat, who believed, with all her heart, that gratefulness held the key to fulfillment. She knew that if she were truly thankful for all that she had, it would not be taken from her, neither disappearing from her grasp nor falling from her sight. She brandished the winning thought every hour of the day. Nothing could deter her from it. 
 
The thought of being grateful enough for what you have that it won't be taken from you is lifted from my own life. It isn't true, of course, ergo the fairy-tale opening. We want to believe it's true. 
partlyopenbook: (hullo)
I had a lovely, busy weekend attending a retreat, and met new people, had wonderful insights into religion and the human condition.

I used to keep a paper journal, in which I wrote quotidian events. However, I've encountered a lot of problems writing in it lately. It seems to trigger PTSD stuff, and I'm not sure why... Instead of writing the mundane, now I keep it strictly for religion and writing. Using these subjects for journaling seems to be going well. I'm able to write without bursting into tears! So—success!

I've been studying religion intensely the last few weeks, which might be related to the events of the past year (or past two-plus years), or some other unknown, undiscovered reason. It's nice to have a place to pen my thoughts and—dare I say—insights into my labyrinthine religious paths, both Druidry and a more conventional monotheism. Druidry "allows" you to have another religion. Not sure if other religions allow you to have Druidry.

At the retreat, we studied and practiced silence. This is definitely a theme I'd like to explore in my writing, and I hope to do it in the more theological and Christian (Lutheran) story I started last month. It's intended to be a novel, and I hope I can finish it... I hope I can finish all the little projects I've started! But I found Silence an inspiring attribute, and it made me want to work on the story again.

Though I haven't gone back to it yet, I have been working (slowly) on the short story which will complete the upcoming collection of short stories, a collection titled The Pickled Pirate. From circumstances that I won't get into, I wound up writing a plethora of pirate parables (okay, not parables, but points for alliteration, right?) during the summer. Since none was used for the project, I'm going to release them myself. There are four, and they are...

1) Arthur Nobody
2) Out of the Blue
3) Captain Storm's Revenge
4) Seth

All I need is this last story...

Interestingly, this titular tale (ah-haaa!), "The Pickled Pirate," uses Rex Malin! He's The Information Man, the hero of, uh, The Information Man. Malin is in the plot's background, but I expect that he'll show up for dialogue eventually. So, if you haven't read The Information Man yet, you might want to. Like my other titles (currently), it's free. The Pickled Pirate takes place in Toronto (hi, Canada, ILU!) in 1929, more than a year after The Information Man.

I still have a long way to go before The Pickled Pirate is finished. Cheer me on, if you'd like, with tweets or emails or comments! I could always use the extra support, and it's nice to know that people appreciate what you're writing.

Also, since I'm in the mood to sell my work, I've posted an opening chapter of a novel I started but am not going to finish—posted at the community I run, [community profile] erotic_bubbles . It's a members-only community, so to read it you'll have to have a dreamwidth account. It's free, too (like my three books). I had great plans for my DW Community, but, like most things this year, it's had to be put on hold.

As we come towards Samhain, the end of the Wheel of the Year, I grow more and more confident that things will begin to turn around for me. I'm really looking forward to celebrating Samhain, even if, as usual, I have to do some quiet rituals on my own! But it will mean quite a lot to me, more than it has in the past, as I have spirits to acknowledge and the beginning of a new life cycle to celebrate. It's time my life went forward. I hope your futures are bright, too.

FREE BOOKS!!! :D

Me, afraid?

Wednesday, 26 March 2014 17:59
partlyopenbook: Fairy-winged child and gray wolf. (friendship)
Edit: My appointment is Friday, not tomorrow! That shows how nervous I've been about it, right? So I'll just repost this Thursday evening.

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Perhaps there's nothing worse than going to the doctor when you know there's something wrong with you, but you don't know what that something is!

I'm going tomorrow morning. It'll be a great wonder if I sleep tonight. Maybe I'll hop on google chat in case anyone wants to pop round to say hi. I'll probably stay awake later than usual. I'm nervous. Very few people actually like going to the doctor!

What I'm working on now...

- submission for Hyacinth Noir's Beltaine 2014 issue... I don't know what the Noir Gnomies will think of this one! "Woohoo!" or "Yikes, Lore!" Time will tell. I also wanted to write an article, but I don't know if I'll have a chance...

- editing The Information Man... I'm still planning to release it April 22nd.

- trying to decide on a cover for The Information Man... I had one all picked out, but doubt if it really has anything to do with the story... although with the trend of book covers the last, oh, century or so, image association is so early nineteenth century, a mere trifling detail. But decisions will soon be made.

Well, I'll try not to be paranoid about tomorrow. I'm glad I only had to wait around a couple of days between making the doctor's appointment and going to the doctor's appointment, rather than waiting a whole week or two. This is about all I can stand!



My thanks to whoever made that gif. I don't have a source for it.
partlyopenbook: Not me. :) (Default)
Meet Steve. Stephano Mornay, to be precise. He's one-half the dynamic duo of the book I'm working on, called, appropriately, After Dan & Steve Saved the World. It's exactly what it sounds like. Dan and Steve save the world from a villainous villainy, live to tell about it (to their surprise), and have to go through the trials that follow. Steve, the slightly-younger and wittier half of Dan & Steve (who saved the world), is a character that I rely on to amuse and entertain me. He's also insightful. Here are some of Steve's best epigrams over the first quarter of the book.

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Only with men whose ass hairs I've actually caressed.

-- when being asked if he always flirts so much



She was evil, and she knew it, and she was going to make everyone believe she was a gift to the universe.

-- on his former boss


Hey, Al, can you have the kitchens send up some soup—I don't care what it is—and a plate of cookies? I don't care what kind of cookies, but when you save the world, one of the first things you want to do is have a cookie.


It's a nice place, Benji. Decorate it yourself? It's pretty, but it has a monkish air to it that made me think of you.


Is there a computer around here? I mean, something more than a damn tablet. I want to type up some stuff, but not with my forefingers or thumbs. I took two years of computer classes, and I can type a hundred words a minute, and I'll be damned if I'm going to type with my forefingers and thumbs!


Sometime, you'll have to tell me exactly how many books you've read and how many thousands of years you were at university. People don't expect that from their superheroes, you know.

-- to Dan, an English teacher


You taste like tea. Minty tea. Now I want some tea.


No one wants a sick and grouchy Agent Cochrane around. Or are you one of those men who gets sick and turns into a macho, 'I can do anything you can do even if I puke while doing it' kind of guy? No, don't answer that. We'll all be surprised.


We're pretty healed, though, and some of us are just pretty.


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