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Le update.

Hello from West Virginia!  My family and I just finished celebrating my belated birthday, and we’ll head home tomorrow.  I figured I’d give an update on my mental state. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 25, 2013 in Announcements

 

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Crack

Ok, rundown time.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing Minecraft everywhere, and have become obsessed with a song called Cube Land.  Finally, a few hours ago, I gave in and started (yet another) world. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Art and Movies (nonstory)

So, just to keep people updated (because apparently I have a new follower!), I have decided to try to post relevant stuff here even if it isn’t a story.

He looks so adorably evil!

Drawn by Zeamay.

To begin, I’ve been scouring the internet (see: Syndrone Online) for affordable artists, and I finally found one to draw Ask for me.  I used the description I yoinked from his posts, and I think it turned out nicely.  Now, I wonder if it stacks up to my readers’ impression of his appearance!  We shall see, right?

I have another drawing I bought of him as well, but it’s not quite so lovely.

On an only marginally-related topic, I’ve been watching some delicious Studio Ghibli films, and they’re inspiring me quite a bit.  I’m holding back on writing stories with that inspiration for now though, and simply letting the ideas percolate and grow into something very interesting.

Also, watching Ghibli films in French?  Magnifique!

Au revoir for now, loves!

 
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Posted by on August 21, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Hiatus– for real this time.

I was laying in bed and unable to sleep when I came upon this thought: I’m more than two weeks behind.  The problem is, this isn’t the first time.  I don’t even feel bad about it anymore.  I just feel empty.  This led me (eventually) to the conclusion that I need to just stop and let my mind, which feels like a barren, burnt husk, recover from the strain I have been putting on it to try to write every day. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 19, 2013 in Announcements

 

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The Starry Man

We met in a bar.  My friends dragged me to the dark building, lit with rustic light bulbs instead of diffused-beam lighting system.  When I asked the bar worker, he said the owner had a stockpile from back when bulbs were viable, and he hated to waste money.

The light from the bulbs was fuzzy, and as my friends dragged me from the bar to a table, I spotted her. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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New Wiki… thing.

So, I have decided to add to my challenge– at least temporarily.  On days I can’t write, I am including non-wordpress-appropriate commissions to count toward my daily story, or three pages on the Saldecla Wiki I need to finish.

Maybe this will encourage me to get things done there, after several months of inactivity.

For those wondering, the Saldecla Wiki does tell about the world from the stories in the Saldecla category.  For writers who are inspired by it, feel free to write about it, as long as you do not claim the world as your own or try to profit off it.  A link back to either here or the wiki itself is all I ask.

Oh, and do let me know!  I will want to read it.

Now to get some writing done!

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2013 in Announcements

 

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For Sale

Red, painted lips pressed against the infant’s head, and his mother rose and turned from the still child and left the darkened room.  Her quiet voice hummed a lullaby her own mother used to sing to her, and she walked to her own bedroom to get dressed for work.

Her uniform was already clean and laid out.  She checked her purse to make certain it had all she needed, and then began to change.  A kiss on her shoulder told of her husband’s arrival.  She turned to look at him and smiled at him. “Mind helping me change?” Her wink was flirtatious, and he smiled back at her as he zipped her bright red tube top into place over her chest.  It was a struggle against her large breasts. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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