wyld_dandelyon: (Polychrome Wizard)
I've been thinking of checking out #FutureChat on twitter for a while now. Today, I was finally at my computer during the chat. I'm sorry to say I was disappointed.

The people seemed interesting enough, but when I tweeted a polite hello and a friendly question about the chat in general, no one responded. I waited a few minutes, then asked if my Tweet had gone through. Still no response. Finally, I tweeted a goodbye. I know that one got through, since someone not actively involved in the conversation favorited it.

The lack of a welcome seemed especially odd since the topic of the day was using social media to reach more readers.

So, much as I'd like to find a new chat now that #sffwrtcht has been retired, I can't recommend #futurechat. That makes me sad.

But today is Friday, so #SciFiChat is happening later, and that will be fun. It always is.
wyld_dandelyon: (In my Garden)
All of you out there in the swathe of Sandy, stay safe![Poll #1875558]

wyld_dandelyon: (a wizard writing)
So, @BryanThomasS originally said he couldn't do a chat on Halloween, and he was suggesting a roundtable on horror.  But there's so much more to Halloween than horror (even if we ignore that it's Samhain).  There are many aspects of magic (and even death) that are beautiful, inspiring, or mysterious instead of merely horrible or panic-inducing.  So I volunteered to run the chat.

Then one of his guests needed to change dates and claimed October 31, so he bumped me up a week, which means I'm hosting #sffwrtcht today!

Here are some of the questions we may discuss:
  • As writers, are we living out our childhood dreams, telling the stories of the heroes, villains, fairies and witches that once we embodied in costume and play?
  • What was your favorite costume? Do you write about characters like that?
  • What was your most memorable Halloween experience?
  • What new heroes, villains, or fantasy characters have you discovered since you grew up?
  • What have you learned about storytelling from Halloween?
I hope you'll join us!

If you want to suggest any additional questions or share your own stories/thoughts ahead of time (or after the fact), here's a great place to do so.
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sly snake
slithering soft
wending, winding, twining
hungry, hears a happy hopping
he strikes!


#poetwist (sly) #cinquain

Every day, @poetwist tweets a challenge word. Today's was "sly".









The case is open, if you want to encourage me to write more poetry here.

And I love comments! I hope to hear from you.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
sly snake
slithering soft
wending, winding, twining
hungry, hears a happy hopping
he strikes!


#poetwist (sly) #cinquain

Every day, @poetwist tweets a challenge word. Today's was "sly".









The case is open, if you want to encourage me to write more poetry here.

And I love comments! I hope to hear from you.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
I have a beautiful old Victorian house that had been in a state of deferred maintenance when I got it, and haven't had money to fix all the things that it needs, much less bring it to a modern state of insulation. So when the temperature plummets suddenly, the furnace lags behind, and it's not warm inside. It's far from freezing, but it's not shirtsleeves-comfortable. And I'm not as far along on making the insulated drapes I've been working on as I wished, though there are pieces of warm material being cut, and cut brocade, draping the dining room table.

So I'm sitting here in sweat pants and a coat, eagerly awaiting #scifichat, which starts in about an hour. Today, the plan is to do worldbuilding for a shared-world anthology, which will be open to submissions by speculative fiction writers who use Twitter.

It's from 2-4 p.m. Eastern Standard time, which is 1-3 Chicago time.

I hope I like the world we create!

In other shared world news -- Torn World is getting closer and closer to being open, with stories and art available for reading and enjoyment. And Ellen made a comment that there will be extras for people who join before New Years; I don't know the details, but you can check out [livejournal.com profile] ellenmillion 's journal for links and stuff. I'd go look them up, but I want to get this reminder out in case any of my friends want to join in the chat.
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I have a beautiful old Victorian house that had been in a state of deferred maintenance when I got it, and haven't had money to fix all the things that it needs, much less bring it to a modern state of insulation. So when the temperature plummets suddenly, the furnace lags behind, and it's not warm inside. It's far from freezing, but it's not shirtsleeves-comfortable. And I'm not as far along on making the insulated drapes I've been working on as I wished, though there are pieces of warm material being cut, and cut brocade, draping the dining room table.

So I'm sitting here in sweat pants and a coat, eagerly awaiting #scifichat, which starts in about an hour. Today, the plan is to do worldbuilding for a shared-world anthology, which will be open to submissions by speculative fiction writers who use Twitter.

It's from 2-4 p.m. Eastern Standard time, which is 1-3 Chicago time.

I hope I like the world we create!

In other shared world news -- Torn World is getting closer and closer to being open, with stories and art available for reading and enjoyment. And Ellen made a comment that there will be extras for people who join before New Years; I don't know the details, but you can check out [livejournal.com profile] ellenmillion 's journal for links and stuff. I'd go look them up, but I want to get this reminder out in case any of my friends want to join in the chat.
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RT @scifichat: Next #scifichat Fri. Dec. 11, 2-4 pm ET. We'll create shared world for anthology from Flying Pen Press! #Authors invited!

One of my first discoveries when I found Twitter was Debbi Ohi's tweet, leading to her blog post about Twitter chats for writers. One of these is #scifichat, which is 1-3 p.m. on Fridays my local time (basically, Chicago time). It is hosted by David Rozansky of Flying Pen Press, who publishes science fiction books (and an odd miscellany of other stuff, including poker books). http://www.flyingpenpress.com/ for those who are curious.

This week's chat was about worldbuilding, which I always find more interesting in the specific than the very general--i.e. an hour talking about some aspect of worldbuilding is better than talking about all aspects, and an hour doing it is better still. Perhaps he felt the same, because during the chat, he decided that next week will be a worldbuilding session, to create a shared world for Twitter authors to write in, and he tweeted that he will publish an anthology of such stories.

Being a spur-of-the-moment decision, he doesn't yet have writer's guidelines for lengths of stories or payment or deadlines yet.

However, I'm thinking this will be fun.

And I have a bunch of writer friends here, so I thought I would share.
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RT @scifichat: Next #scifichat Fri. Dec. 11, 2-4 pm ET. We'll create shared world for anthology from Flying Pen Press! #Authors invited!

One of my first discoveries when I found Twitter was Debbi Ohi's tweet, leading to her blog post about Twitter chats for writers. One of these is #scifichat, which is 1-3 p.m. on Fridays my local time (basically, Chicago time). It is hosted by David Rozansky of Flying Pen Press, who publishes science fiction books (and an odd miscellany of other stuff, including poker books). http://www.flyingpenpress.com/ for those who are curious.

This week's chat was about worldbuilding, which I always find more interesting in the specific than the very general--i.e. an hour talking about some aspect of worldbuilding is better than talking about all aspects, and an hour doing it is better still. Perhaps he felt the same, because during the chat, he decided that next week will be a worldbuilding session, to create a shared world for Twitter authors to write in, and he tweeted that he will publish an anthology of such stories.

Being a spur-of-the-moment decision, he doesn't yet have writer's guidelines for lengths of stories or payment or deadlines yet.

However, I'm thinking this will be fun.

And I have a bunch of writer friends here, so I thought I would share.
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And got this review from @Dragonflae:

Her #haiku 's spin off and float away into the sun. Bright yellow, this poet @Wyld_Dandelyon #followfriday
 

In a week when no one commented on my new chapter of Fireborn, this was particularly cheering!

Now, I have to reread the sf-horror script that's due tomorrow and send it off, and write something for #fridayflash. 

And I'm trying to work on drying herbs in the meantime, and this slide-out extra desk space won't slide back in, won't slide all the way out, and is in my way.  The peg that won't let it slide all the way out is refusing to budge; it must be glued in.  I don't want to break the dumb thing, it's useful.  And when it's loaded, the peg is useful.  But I want it to WORK. 

I guess I'll re-read @Dragonflae's tweet.  Much better for my mood than contemplating this desk.


wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
And got this review from @Dragonflae:

Her #haiku 's spin off and float away into the sun. Bright yellow, this poet @Wyld_Dandelyon #followfriday
 

In a week when no one commented on my new chapter of Fireborn, this was particularly cheering!

Now, I have to reread the sf-horror script that's due tomorrow and send it off, and write something for #fridayflash. 

And I'm trying to work on drying herbs in the meantime, and this slide-out extra desk space won't slide back in, won't slide all the way out, and is in my way.  The peg that won't let it slide all the way out is refusing to budge; it must be glued in.  I don't want to break the dumb thing, it's useful.  And when it's loaded, the peg is useful.  But I want it to WORK. 

I guess I'll re-read @Dragonflae's tweet.  Much better for my mood than contemplating this desk.


wyld_dandelyon: (Rage Dragon)
Coyote chasing ~
Rabbit scoots into the brambles, smiling ~
Coyote laughs, though his belly is empty ~
He can buy fast food!



Coyote, he rocks! ~
He makes all the mistakes first ~
So I don't have to!


Wind flows gently ~
The sky starts to pale ~
Slowly, slowly, color starts to return ~
Then suddenly, dawn wakes a double rainbow.


In regular life, I got to share adventures in fourth grade spelling and seventh grade literature, none of which make for good anecdotes, though one of my nephews did call me evil.  He didn't think I should turn his mis-spellings into bad puns.

wyld_dandelyon: (Rage Dragon)
Coyote chasing ~
Rabbit scoots into the brambles, smiling ~
Coyote laughs, though his belly is empty ~
He can buy fast food!



Coyote, he rocks! ~
He makes all the mistakes first ~
So I don't have to!


Wind flows gently ~
The sky starts to pale ~
Slowly, slowly, color starts to return ~
Then suddenly, dawn wakes a double rainbow.


In regular life, I got to share adventures in fourth grade spelling and seventh grade literature, none of which make for good anecdotes, though one of my nephews did call me evil.  He didn't think I should turn his mis-spellings into bad puns.

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It's been a mostly-annoying day, though I did get some writing done, and a whole raft of errands, including unscheduled ones.

The Bad Filk Muse visited me, and I tweeted: My googles are feeding me info, My googles are feeding me lies, my googles are feeding me spambots, oh what a dreadful surprise!

I love Private Health Insurance—NOT! One of the bigger healthcare providers in my part of the country is called Aurora. As of December, I had a pharmacy I liked, a primary doctor’s office, and a provider of CPAP supplies (everything except my allergist) all of whom were, one way or another, part of Aurora. Well, my employer’s insurance, which I remain on courtesy of COBRA, stopped covering all things Aurora. (You can use them as a non-preferred provider, but then you have a higher copay AND there’s a separate deductible for non-preferred providers. That’s right, it’s not bad enough that I have a $1250 deductible before the larger part (but never all) of the cost of my medical care and prescriptions is covered by insurance, but if I need a non-preferred provider, I have another $1250 to pay before the insurance company will pay anything at all to them.)

So I spent way too much time in the last several days, calling Aurora and the new company, working to get to a point where Aurora forwarded my records to the competition AND the competition could find the records, to get a new CPAP mask. That was accomplished just before 4 p.m., leaving me just enough time to drive all the way across town during rush hour on a holiday weekend to pick up the replacement. (In the meantime, the old mask was being held together with waterproof bandaids, which weren’t sticking as well as one could wish. Consequently, I started out the day tired, after waking in the middle of the night to wash off the glue that wasn't sticking and apply a new bandaid.)

I love Private Health Insurance—NOT! Part Two My brother has been running his own little one-man company, which limits the kind of health insurance one can buy. And HIPAA, which protects employees of big companies from pre-existing condition clauses (so long as they don't let their insurance lapse), does nott apply to individual policies. He ended up in the hospital on the last day of his then-current policy. And although he had filled out the paperwork to “renew” the policy well ahead of time, before he got sick, technically it’s not a renewal, technically it’s a “new policy” and has to be underwritten. So now the same company can exclude (and is excluding) the condition that got him in the hospital. So most of his hospital stay and all of the follow-up care aren’t covered.

I love ALL my neighbors—NOT! After too many phone calls, running to two different pharmacies for medications (mine and for My Angel) and visiting yet another different medical provider to replace the CPAP mask and hose, I got to the thrift store to donate the stuff cluttering up my trunk so I can put other stuff in it. By this time I was anticipating being done with errands and silly bureaucracy. However, instead I got to the trunk to open it and found that my rear license plate had been stolen. Since I know no one would have been allowed to do that unmolested in the pharmacy parking lots, that means it happened at home.

Then I got to drive to the district police station, wait around while two women argued about how each other should fill out a small claims lawsuit form (silly women, if they could agree about the issue, they wouldn’t be filing suit). The officer finally told them that each of them can put whatever they want in their own paperwork, and the guy in the black robe would sort it out. Only then could I make my excessively boring report. So now if I drive into Chicago for part of the long weekend, I do it with a little “report of stolen plate” piece of paper in the car, so if some nice officer pulls me over for no plate I have something to show them.

Wild Kittens Three We’ve had a mother cat and her kittens in and out of the yard for some weeks; the kittens recently got bold enough to watch me from a distance in the yard. So I went out with kibble and started tossing it to them, closer and closer. The mother must have been abandoned by people, it didn’t take long for her to put up with me petting her while she ate, and today she was walking right up to the container of kibble and sticking her head in it if I didn’t have my hand over it. The first day I didn’t quite manage to pet the kittens, but today I was petting them enough that I briefly picked each one up. There was an immediate recurrence of skittishness, of course, but not to the point where they didn’t come back within reach for food, and they stayed around for a while, taking their kitty baths, after they had enough. So I can tame them; the question is what to do with them then? I don’t approve of leaving cats wild to breed madly, but can’t simply adopt them.

The photos are of said felines, and of a light outside the police station.  It's a pity I never took any pictures of old, creepy-looking books to go with the following:

The bad elder god muse visited me earlier this week, and I tweeted then too:
A forgotten book ~ yellowed pages in leather ~ why is it lock-bound?
If you find the book ~ Will you dare to break the lock? ~ No one has a key!
If you break the lock ~ will it tell of elder gods? ~ steal your sanity?
Or is it mundane? ~ Just some teen girl's diary ~ Drivel about boys?
The lock's really big ~ Perhaps you should play it safe ~ burn it while you can!

Fireborn:
I started to write this a while ago, read a comment by [personal profile] red_trillium , and detoured into doing a rough draft of an upcoming chapter of Fireborn.
 
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It's been a mostly-annoying day, though I did get some writing done, and a whole raft of errands, including unscheduled ones.

The Bad Filk Muse visited me, and I tweeted: My googles are feeding me info, My googles are feeding me lies, my googles are feeding me spambots, oh what a dreadful surprise!

I love Private Health Insurance—NOT! One of the bigger healthcare providers in my part of the country is called Aurora. As of December, I had a pharmacy I liked, a primary doctor’s office, and a provider of CPAP supplies (everything except my allergist) all of whom were, one way or another, part of Aurora. Well, my employer’s insurance, which I remain on courtesy of COBRA, stopped covering all things Aurora. (You can use them as a non-preferred provider, but then you have a higher copay AND there’s a separate deductible for non-preferred providers. That’s right, it’s not bad enough that I have a $1250 deductible before the larger part (but never all) of the cost of my medical care and prescriptions is covered by insurance, but if I need a non-preferred provider, I have another $1250 to pay before the insurance company will pay anything at all to them.)

So I spent way too much time in the last several days, calling Aurora and the new company, working to get to a point where Aurora forwarded my records to the competition AND the competition could find the records, to get a new CPAP mask. That was accomplished just before 4 p.m., leaving me just enough time to drive all the way across town during rush hour on a holiday weekend to pick up the replacement. (In the meantime, the old mask was being held together with waterproof bandaids, which weren’t sticking as well as one could wish. Consequently, I started out the day tired, after waking in the middle of the night to wash off the glue that wasn't sticking and apply a new bandaid.)

I love Private Health Insurance—NOT! Part Two My brother has been running his own little one-man company, which limits the kind of health insurance one can buy. And HIPAA, which protects employees of big companies from pre-existing condition clauses (so long as they don't let their insurance lapse), does nott apply to individual policies. He ended up in the hospital on the last day of his then-current policy. And although he had filled out the paperwork to “renew” the policy well ahead of time, before he got sick, technically it’s not a renewal, technically it’s a “new policy” and has to be underwritten. So now the same company can exclude (and is excluding) the condition that got him in the hospital. So most of his hospital stay and all of the follow-up care aren’t covered.

I love ALL my neighbors—NOT! After too many phone calls, running to two different pharmacies for medications (mine and for My Angel) and visiting yet another different medical provider to replace the CPAP mask and hose, I got to the thrift store to donate the stuff cluttering up my trunk so I can put other stuff in it. By this time I was anticipating being done with errands and silly bureaucracy. However, instead I got to the trunk to open it and found that my rear license plate had been stolen. Since I know no one would have been allowed to do that unmolested in the pharmacy parking lots, that means it happened at home.

Then I got to drive to the district police station, wait around while two women argued about how each other should fill out a small claims lawsuit form (silly women, if they could agree about the issue, they wouldn’t be filing suit). The officer finally told them that each of them can put whatever they want in their own paperwork, and the guy in the black robe would sort it out. Only then could I make my excessively boring report. So now if I drive into Chicago for part of the long weekend, I do it with a little “report of stolen plate” piece of paper in the car, so if some nice officer pulls me over for no plate I have something to show them.

Wild Kittens Three We’ve had a mother cat and her kittens in and out of the yard for some weeks; the kittens recently got bold enough to watch me from a distance in the yard. So I went out with kibble and started tossing it to them, closer and closer. The mother must have been abandoned by people, it didn’t take long for her to put up with me petting her while she ate, and today she was walking right up to the container of kibble and sticking her head in it if I didn’t have my hand over it. The first day I didn’t quite manage to pet the kittens, but today I was petting them enough that I briefly picked each one up. There was an immediate recurrence of skittishness, of course, but not to the point where they didn’t come back within reach for food, and they stayed around for a while, taking their kitty baths, after they had enough. So I can tame them; the question is what to do with them then? I don’t approve of leaving cats wild to breed madly, but can’t simply adopt them.

The photos are of said felines, and of a light outside the police station.  It's a pity I never took any pictures of old, creepy-looking books to go with the following:

The bad elder god muse visited me earlier this week, and I tweeted then too:
A forgotten book ~ yellowed pages in leather ~ why is it lock-bound?
If you find the book ~ Will you dare to break the lock? ~ No one has a key!
If you break the lock ~ will it tell of elder gods? ~ steal your sanity?
Or is it mundane? ~ Just some teen girl's diary ~ Drivel about boys?
The lock's really big ~ Perhaps you should play it safe ~ burn it while you can!

Fireborn:
I started to write this a while ago, read a comment by [personal profile] red_trillium , and detoured into doing a rough draft of an upcoming chapter of Fireborn.
 
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I've been reading about branding, and marketing, and growing your audience, and right now twitter seems to be "where it's at", so I thought I should try it. I haven't been there long, so I don't have any idea if this will work to promote my longer writings yet, but I'm having fun. One of the things I read is that you need to establish a presence, a voice there, that people don't follow someone if all their tweets are self-promotion. You need to establish your credentials, provide links to useful things, or tweet about your life in some interesting way. I think it boils down to that people want to follow people that they like, in one way or another. Twitter is designed to be personal, intimate-feeling.

The other challenge, as anyone who has been reading me on LJ knows, I like words. I like discussing something thoroughly, looking at it from different angles. 140 characters? Not even 140 words--just 140 characters, including the spaces? So, trying to communicate with people in only tiny, short bursts is a challenge for me. There's only one form I've written in that is that short (unless you count titles as a "form").

So I guess it was inevitable that http://twitter.com/Wyld_Dandelyon seems to be developing into My Life In Haiku

I should collect my favorites somehwere more permanent. Here's a couple:

Writer's Quandry // If our arms were wings / How would we carry our things? / Oh—opposing toes!

Just Now // A skunk in my yard / pouffy pretty tail held high / can't move the hose now!

rude highway drivers / delay Foodie Friend's dinner / but OH it's tasty

(So I'm sitting there at dinner, and the idea hits, and my brain switches to Creative Process Mode, and automatically I grab my phone. Social Mode is on hold--I'm only peripherally aware that Foodie Friend is looking perplexed, then unhappy, because I am fiddling with my phone and neglecting the food he labored over while it starts to get cold. Once I come out of the creative trance and explain what I was doing, however, it is all good. I wasn't slighting the food, I was writing poetry to it!)


Finally, since there are so many writers here:

words are incomplete / if like zen trees in the woods / their fall is unheard
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Not sure what to do with it yet, though haiku can fit in 140 characters. I wonder about limericks?

I'm Wyld_Dandelyon there too, in case anyone cares.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Not sure what to do with it yet, though haiku can fit in 140 characters. I wonder about limericks?

I'm Wyld_Dandelyon there too, in case anyone cares.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Not sure what to do with it yet, though haiku can fit in 140 characters. I wonder about limericks?

I'm Wyld_Dandelyon there too, in case anyone cares.

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