Stuff I want to write

Oct. 23rd, 2017 06:29 pm
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Okay, I'm still pretty sacked out from MICE, but here's some posts I've been considering making.  Let me know if any of them strike your interest (or that you really don't want to see).
  • Explaining cognitive distortions via tumblr etiquette.
  • Talk about comics I got and love--Ye Olde Gay Comix or new indy queer stuff, take your pick.
  • System governments, contracts, or rules, and why these things are important and what they're actually supposed to DO. (Namely: they're for when things go bad, not when things go well, and you have to do those things all systems need to do at some point like choose between external or internal life, make a decision when you are deadlocked but MUST make the decision, and dealing with problem people, external or internal.)
  • I might start selling other people's comics, because the con scene is brutal and extremely demanding of very specific abilities and temperament, which I feel many (if not most) people do not have. (Especially my fellow disabled folks.  This is becoming extremely clear to me as time goes on.  Comics in general is this impenetrable maze of access barriers, and that's terrible.)
  • Balancing external and internal life, and what happens when you fail it.
  • I really want to talk about that... that thing plurals do where they treat each other in ways that you would hope they'd never treat external people, and why it kinda horrifies me whenever I find out systems take immense stock in how functional they are on the outside, but only because they do absolutely godawful things to each other on the inside and run themselves like some kind of YA dystopia novel.
--Rogan

hey, look, a yuletide letter?

Oct. 23rd, 2017 05:59 pm
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Dear Yuletide Writer,

I have had this letter at the top of my to-do list for weeks, but when I finally sat down to write it, I couldn't really think of any reason to do it. You have years and years of this tag and so many previous letters if you're the sort of person who wants to dig really deep, and if you're not, you can stop reading now and go back to just my sign-up.

I could go into great detail about where to find the fandoms I requested and so on, but let's be honest, that would be almost entirely for people who might want to write me treats, not for you.

(Although super-quick: all the links you need for Mr. Trash Wheel are in this entry downtag; Njal's Saga is a medieval Icelandic saga which you could probably get a doctorate in but didn't so all I can suggest is gutenberg or a good modern annotated edition of which there are several in many languages, or if you're really ambitious, you can listen to all 12 Njal's Saga episodes of the SagaThing podcast, which is what motivated me to request it. But also I think of stories as old as Njal's saga as living stories rather than a fixed canon so if you want to just find a good summary and work from that, that would be a-ok with me; Murderbot Diaries is so far just one novella, All Systems Red by Martha Wells that came out this year and is probably available at your local library; Girl With The Silver Eyes is a kids' novel from the '80s that is probably not still at your local library but is definitely on Amazon for cheap, at least in the US; and the Barbara Hambly are both many-volume historical mystery series that are still being published, although I would be ok with side-character fic based on characters that only appear in the first volume of either.)

I could also go into great detail about why I like these canons, but you don't actually need thousands of words of rambling about the fundamental essence of Baltimore and urban solarpunk; or about the parallel roles of Hannibal and Simon in re: the construction of Whiteness and classical monsters as racial metaphors; or the performance of gender and honor in medieval Scandinavia; or about the portrayal of neurodivergence mediated through otherness in SF/F stories; and anyway if I did all that it would be totally misleading because really my reaction to these stories is more GIANT GOOGLY EYES and CHEESE CSI and TALKING CATS and SANCTUARY MOON and I read all the Hambly in a month straight while ill last year so really mostly I just LOVE IT ALL on a very shallow and inarticulate level.

I could go into more about my DNWs but honestly my DNWs are usually more about the spirit of the story than the details so it would be just as likely to make you worry about things you don't need to worry about.

(but real quick: please no environmentalism doomy doom for Trash Wheel- post-apocalyptic would be fine but make it hopeful and optimistic no matter how unrealistic that seems sometimes these days; please no doomy doom for Njal either, like, we all know how it ends, it's in the damn title, but he lived to old age which is pretty much a happy ending given the odds for a saga hero and a lot of other stuff happened before that; for Murderbot I think I covered it pretty well in the letter; Silver Eyes and Hambly I'm pretty much good with whatever as long as it's in the spirit of canon more or less and you're careful with the more sensitive bits of the history in Hambly.)

I could give you more prompts but you read my sign-up; do you actually need more prompts? I mean, let me know, I have plenty, but I kind of suspect you are begging me for fewer prompts at this point.

(Crossovers always good, setting-swap AUs also good, the weirder the better, outsider POVs and background characters always good, worldbuilding and setting always good, basically anything in these canons is fine?)

Anyway here is a link to my previous post of my sign-up just for convenience, it is slightly cleaned up with a few more prompts at this point: Yuletide signup

Most importantly, have fun! I promise nothing you write can ruin yuletide for me.*

--Me

*That's not a dare. But you would have to try pretty hard to manage it. Truly.

Monday Update 10-23-17

Oct. 23rd, 2017 11:22 am
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These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Poem: "Feel the Might of Creation"
Lunar Tunnels
Poem: "Capable of Stretching"
Saturday Yardening
Poem: "Death Whispers at the Tip"
Today's Adventures
Poem: "To Protect the Most Vulnerable"
Thursday Yardening
What to Do About Kneeling
How to Accommodate Special Needs While Attending an Event
Wednesday Yardening
Hard Things


The half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics is now over. I sold six poems outright, with one in microfunding and two more in a pool that should get squared up later today. Most of the sold poems have been posted, I just have one left to do.


Poetry in Microfunding:
"The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies.  Stylet comes out of the shower.  "The Higher a Monkey Climbs" belongs to Polychrome Heroics.  Pips and Jules discuss what to get for G and Joshua after the fire.  "TERF Wars" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Antimatter & Stalwart Stan.  At school, Stan walks into an unexpected argument about gender issues.

It has been raining here since yesterday afternoon, off and on, and that's expected to continue through the early part of this week.  We can use the rain.  The weather had been warmer for a few days but is now chilly again. Currently blooming: dandelions, marigolds, petunias, lantana, million bells, firecracker plant, morning glories, frost asters, goldenrod.  Very few fields remain to be harvested.

Poem: "Wanton Kittens"

Oct. 23rd, 2017 02:33 am
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This poem is spillover from the August 15, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl and the August [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] mama_kestrel, [personal profile] we_are_spc (Fallon and Jay), and [personal profile] curiosity. It also fill the "comfort" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel.

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Risk Everything for Family
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 7 of 14
word count (story only): 1932




:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and picks up immediately after “Popping In,” continuing from Graham's viewpoint. ::




Graham stood, blinking in surprise. “I don't feel tired, or cold, or stiff,” he explained as Aidan took the pot to put it back on the shelf. “That's pretty typical of mental 'sitting around' or visualizations.”

“This isn't visualization as such,” Aidan argued. He pointed toward the hallway. “This way, please.”

The narrow hallway was cheerful, despite the lack of daylight. The light sconces on the walls were antique, meant to hold kerosene lamps, but the delicate, faceted glass baubles hanging from wire loops threw bright, even light in hundreds of rainbows. Graham paused. “What do these represent?”

Aidan laughed merrily. “Mostly, learning the hobby of first electrical wiring, then solar batteries, and so forth.” He paused, pointing at the largest dream catcher Graham had ever seen, hanging on the wall between the bathroom door and the open door with Saraphina's name painted on it running diagonally from the top on the knob side to the bottom at the hinge side. “Don't touch the dream totem, or the eagle feathers, please.”
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Breeding Apples

Oct. 23rd, 2017 01:06 am
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 Here's an interesting article about creating new apple varieties.  This was a lot easier when people bred primarily for taste and resistance to pests or bad weather.  Now they're breeding more for appearance, and that costs in flavor.

Poem: "Feel the Might of Creation"

Oct. 22nd, 2017 11:47 pm
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This poem is spillover from the September 5, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] technoshaman and [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "learning how to be loved" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Damask thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem is all about childbirth, in rather graphic detail. If that's a touchy topic for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. Also, hankie warning for anyone prone to crying over happy scenes.

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Back from MICE

Oct. 22nd, 2017 11:01 pm
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The comics con this weekend went super-well; broke my sales records, and happily spent a chunk of money on awesome queer comics.  Some highlights!
  • O Human Star vol. 2, plus an O Human Star side story and a couple fridge magnets, all by Blue Delliquanti. (Trans queer robots and disabled cyborgs in the near-future.)
  • Suspension, by my friend Laurel Lynn Leake. (Corporate solarpunk sci-fi--I just wish there was more, since it was so short.)
  • Thots with Thoughts, by Noah... Grigner?  Something like that.  Also I'm now apparently officially an old fogey because I had never heard of the term 'thot' until now.  Have any of you?
  • A tiny little pocket one-pager of trans magic sigils by Ezra Rose.
Also I printed out a few color booklets of some stuff I liked.  Every time I have to print color, I wince in pain, and this was no exception; three little floppy books, smaller than AllFam 1-3, cost me over $50, just to print one copy each.  Ouch!  But now I'll never have to worry about it again.
I am very very tired.  But happy how it went.  And now that the con rush and deadlines are no longer hanging over my head, I swear my public posts will be more than just, "NEW BOOK" and "NEW CON."

--Rogan

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Do I bid on a pair of hand-knitted socks and take a chance that the knitter will be able to do royal blue with a pattern of silver stars, or do I not? On the one hand, squee! On the other hand, I'm worried I'll accidentally ruin them when trying to wash them, and then there's the accidental hole in the heel problem, and the 'oops, crap, I tugged a loose piece of yarn and now things are all unraveling' problem, and...

Decisions, decisions. :)

It *does* look like one pair of wrist warmers will happen, which is an absolute delight, socks or no socks. Royal blue cabled secondarily in silver, or if not true silver, then as close a silvery grey as the knitter can manage. And they will be my own commission, in my own color pair, and no one else will have had a hand in besides myself and the crafter. Assertion of my own identity, separate from family expectations and ideas, feels a little like joy and a little like righteous defiance. And it's for a beyond worthy cause, so triple score.

Done last week (20171015Su - 21Sa)

Oct. 22nd, 2017 12:11 pm
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Not a bad week, I guess. Right now I'm feeling pretty down and hopeless, partly because of this article about Trump plus the fact that my family's economic future depends largely on Social Security and Medicare, which Trump's government seems hell-bent on destroying; and partly... I don't know what. I don't think depression and anxiety need a reason.

I did manage to figure out approximately what I should have been withholding for taxes; I also found out that the deadline for the second quarter's estimated tax payment was last month, so I'm slightly more screwed than I thought I was. Only slightly. That adds to the anxiety, of course.

N. and the kids have been away since Wednesday morning, with N and g at OVFF. It's been a bit lonely. I have, however, been getting things done, including putting up shelves and a little artwork, and setting up my desk with what amounts to a dual-monitor setup with the external monitor above Cygnus. I'm using the traditional makeshift monitor stand: a ream of printer paper. I actually did find my other Thinkpad keyboards, but with Cygnus on the desk I don't need them.

Our second week of prepared menus has worked out pretty well, though I did end up going out shopping Tuesday for some things that I'd missed on Sunday, and a little bit on Friday. It does seem as though we're spending less. I've also determined that I have to go grocery shopping alone -- it's impossible for me to stick to a list if there's someone else along. I really have difficulty saying "no" to anybody, and it's stressful.

Yesterday Colleen and I went to the Bayview farmer's market after picking up the bike helmet we'd ordered. Bought lunch (samosas) and some jam. See above about saying "no".

I did manage to say "no" to the life insurance agent. Yes, it's great that I was able to qualify for the lowest possible rate, which means I'm a lot healthier than most septuagenarians. But my financial advisor, who I consulted last Friday, pointed out that since my social security, IRA, and pension between them are enough to keep us going; unlike the situation in Seattle, we're not relying on my salary to pay the mortgage. (Colleen's SS payment is half of mine and will go away after I die; it does make a difference but the family would still get by without it.)

The thing that still scares the hell out of me is what would happen if I don't die, but simply get incapacitated, or if either Colleen or I end up needing more expensive care. Then we're hosed.

Notes & links, as usual )

Lunar Tunnels

Oct. 22nd, 2017 01:12 pm
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 Tunnels have been confirmed on the Moon.  While these make a promising site for settlement, I would prefer to make sure there are plenty of them before wrecking the first one we've found.

Half-Price Sale in Polychrome Heroics

Oct. 22nd, 2017 12:23 pm
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Today is the last day of the half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics, so if you're still planning to buy anything, now's the time. 

So far I have sold four poems.  Three of those have been posted.  "A Moment of Atonement" hasn't been posted yet.  There are also two poems in a pool, the Iron Horses entries "Come Out of the Darkness" and "Sheltered and True."  Contact [personal profile] ng_moonmoth if you are interested in contributing toward those.

A few reminders

Oct. 22nd, 2017 12:03 pm
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When people want to restrict free speech to speech they approve of, they ought to remember that they aren't the only ones playing the game. In that contest, the victory goes to the most ruthless. Here are a couple examples I've encountered recently:

A Muslim Canadian student, Masuma Khan, is facing disciplinary action for "harassment" because some people didn't like a Facebook post of hers. She wrote, "white fragility can kiss my ass. Your white tears aren't sacred, this land is." That sort of race-baiting is ugly, but there's no reason a university should take action against a student for writing it. If you think that speech which offends anybody shouldn't be free speech, though, the university's action is perfectly reasonable.

The daughter of the owner of a Massachusetts coffee shop wrote on Facebook that she would never host a "coffee with a cop" event. The owner of the shop denounced her own daughter's comments to the police, but that wasn't good enough for the pro-police-violence crowd, which bombarded the shop with negative reviews (without ever having visited it), harassing phone calls, and threats. The owner ended up closing the shop because she couldn't take it any more. No doubt the people running the campaign are now hugging each other and declaring what a coward she is.

If you think free speech should be restricted to ideas you approve of, what you believe in is authorized speech, not free speech. So do people who don't approve of your ideas.

The Most Dangerous Man in the World

Oct. 22nd, 2017 03:15 am
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A whole lot of "water is wet" observations, but I do admire the precision of analysis in listing specific actions of #45 and why they are troubling.
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Risk Everything for Family
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 6 of 14
word count (story only): 1751




:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and picks up immediately after “Popping In,” continuing from Graham's viewpoint. ::




Graham's feet refused to carry him more than eight inches past the front door. He took in the shape of the space, and the archway into the dining area, the counter and hanging cupboards that marked off the galley kitchen, and the tall bookcases flanking a field stone hearth, but despite the early Art Deco touches in the woodwork, reinforced by the color scheme, the overwhelming impression was not a subdued, harmonious pastel palette. “It feels like everything is almost shouting at me,” Graham whispered. “Would one of my shielding exercises help?”

“Yes,” Aidan assured, guiding Graham to the nearest recliner. He swept his hands over the back and seat, then eased the blond man through the process of sitting down. “You know, this may explain why so many of your children have open gifts like empathy; you're aware, receptive, and observant to a degree that startles me as much as it arms my heart.”

“I'm pretty average--” Graham protested.

Aidan cut off the comment with a quick shake of his head. “No. You aren't. You have a few biases, a few bad habits and unsupported opinions, but you are nowhere near the closed-minded maze of pigeonholes and dead ends that makes up an 'average' American, even when they think they're both liberal and supportive.” He snickered. “Now, I can't say this any less indiscreetly than,” he wagged his eyebrows playfully, “your wife has got to be something special!”
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Poem: "Capable of Stretching"

Oct. 21st, 2017 03:55 pm
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This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls but follows on prompts from [personal profile] dialecticdreamer, [personal profile] ari_the_dodecahedron, [personal profile] zeeth_kyrah, and [personal profile] nsfwords. It also fills the "healthy touch" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It relates to events in "An Atmosphere of Shame" and "Everything That Is Real About Us," so read those first or this won't make much sense.

Warning: This poem contains some intense material. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes anxiety, forboding, fear of communication, many references to Shiv's awful past, because the inside of Shiv's head is always a warning, feeling trapped, boundary issues, impaired consent, talking about scars, extreme body modesty, touch aversion, references to past malpractice in mental care, touching which is unwanted but permitted, graphic description of past abuse, poor self-assessment skills regarding physical and mental complaints, defensive lying which has become a reflex to the point that Shiv often can't tell the truth even when it would benefit him more than a lie, vulgar language, resistance to help, minor violence (not directed at a person), emotional flashbacks, overload, desperation, scary basement memories, and other challenges. This poem may be extra-stressful for people with a history of therapeutic abuse, toilet abuse, and/or child molestation. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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And A piece about tea

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:22 pm
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@DialMforMara prompted me
Write about the sensory experience of drinking your favorite tea or coffee.


Comfort.

If it’s my mug, it’s the best. I tested every mug in the craft festival until I found one that my hands wrapped around perfectly.

The pain in my joints fades. Any chill - there is often chill - is banished. I put the mug against my sternum and breath in the steam and my breathing is easier, my chest hurts less. Everything is calm.

The taste, when it cools enough to drink, is slightly bitter, a tannic brew that clears my throat and wakes my brain. The smell is lighter than the taste - it smells mostly of the steam, most days. Even with the cool enough to drink, the mug is comfortable, nice against my hands. Thick ceramic, it holds the heat for a long time.

Coffee is a drug and a calorie delivery system. Tea is slower, clearer, feeling more like clearing out, cleaning out. My lungs feel more open. My brain feels more open. I take another sip. I take another moment to hold the mug.

Comfort.

Pixel Dragon ficlet

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:09 pm
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I was tired and needed some words.
This is Penny.



Penny liked working with the hatchlings.

It wasn’t a particularly true-to-type thing for him, he supposed. Breed nor flight were inclined for such soft pursuits, yet when Sernade had assigned him to the hatchling cave, he’d found himself exactly where he needed to be.

Right now, he was up to his haunches in fur, three brand-new tundra babies curled up against him as if longing to be back in the egg. A youngling fae perched on his shoulder, his mother already having gone to serve the Gladekeeper.

Hatchlings left the nest. Penny understood that. He’d left his own nest, his own flight, his own life, long ago, and come here, never looking back.

But sometimes Penny hated the times when they’d be preparing for some big gift to the Glade. Not that they hadn’t done the same thing back home, more times a year than Serenade’s lair did now.

Watching the juvenile dragons, barely past hatching and already bearing battle scars from their hurried lessons in the arena, Penny wanted to bring them all back into the hatchling cage. He worked the little Gladekeeper puppet as he told the story, yet again, of the history of their lair.

Take this story to the Glade, he told them, for we all go there in the end. Remember for the end of your days - and they will stretch on for a very long time, little ones, by the Glade-keeper’s side or here in your mother’s lair - how we came to be.

He petted soft sapphire fur with a claw and wondered, somehow, if there was a way to keep them all.

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