Friday, November 20, 2015

Wrotes Quotes

All of these, m'kay? Because every once in awhile I need a kick in the arse that makes me go, "Oh, yeah! That's right...I didn't think about that." And then I dig in and write harder.


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Monday, July 13, 2015

Regency Mimsy

I'm thinking of writing some Regency stories. We shall see. Meanwhile, a lot of my research is coming up with links I can't pin on Pinterest because they're lacking in lovely pictures. So, I'm listing those links here so I have easy listy access.


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Extremely Detailed Map of London 1818: Map of London in 1818 Pre-John Snow

Primer on Peers: A Primer on Regency Peerage and Precedence

Fantastic Regency World Glossary: Candice Hern Regency Glossary

Regency Slang from the Pages of Georgette Heyer: Regency Cant and Expressions

Info on Gun Powder: Saltpeter Manufacturing and Marketing and It's Relation to the Gun Powder Industry...During the Nineteenth Century

Discourse on long distance travel: Passage East

Little bit of pre-regency research: Romanticism and Mary Tighe's "Psyche": Peering at the Hem of her Blue Stockings

Tighe's Psyche poem: Psyche; or, the Legend of Love

Details about daily routine: The London Season

This one is excellent: Pride and Prejudice--notes on education, marriage, status of women, etc

Essay on cultural debates about the Grand Tour: Unnationalized Englishmen in Mary Shelley's Fiction

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Two Dollar Ten

Story time. Because sometimes you just can't get the voices to stop yapping their stories...

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 Two Dollar Ten

Jancey slid her phone into her back pocket and stepped forward in the café checkout line. Butter melted over the side of her thick chunk of warm bread. She held it up so the cashier could see what she was buying. He swept his red bangs aside with the back of his wrist and nodded, poking his register. A green $2.10 blinked on the machine’s screen in response. 

He sighed heavy as she dug one-handed in her purse for change. Jancey chuckled under her breath. Pennies were the worst, weren’t they?

“You know,” Ginger-guy said, as if he just couldn’t stand the silence of her searching, “you could buy a whole loaf for the price of that slice.”

Jancey paused and arched a brow at him, then forced her glare away. She glanced at the generic café clock over his shoulder. Seven minutes til Save the World Go Time and she needed to be at her badass best. Cosmic powers at the ready. 

But she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and research showed breakfast mattered most. Better long-term performance, blah, blah. 

Putting her bread down on the counter, Jancey delved into her purse with both hands. She replied to Ginger without looking up, “Mmm-hmm. I was actually just paying for the convenience of the thing, and the fact that it’s probably a lot healthier than the other assorted sweets you’ve got stocked back there. All of which I thought was obvious.”

Ginger muttered something. 

Jancey's phone buzzed. She tisked. Eyed the clock. Six minutes. 

“But you’re right.” She pulled the last of her coins out and snapped her purse shut. “Screw the world. They can save themselves, yeah? I’m totally just going to walk a couple miles to the nearest grocery store so I can buy an entire loaf of bread instead. Maybe I’ll eat the one slice I wanted, and then feed the rest to the ducks in Centroa Park while everything else burns down around us.”

Ginger frowned.

"Cause, you know, pond. Water. Burning. But hey, we've got lots of bread."

Five minutes. 

Jancey emptied her cupped hand on his counter, the coins making a muted chink-chink against the tile. She separated them into easy-to-count groups. Her phone buzzed again. 

“Thanks for your sage input—“ she squinted at Ginger’s name tag “—Todd. Nice. Here’s two dollar ten for your advice.”

Without scooping up the bread, she spun and wiped excess butter from her palm onto her jeans as she pulled her again-buzzing phone. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” She eyed Ginger-Todd and backed out the pinging front exit. “Can’t guarantee any certain amount of badassery, though. I haven’t had breakfast yet.”



Thursday, May 28, 2015

Echo

Because I love 300 words or less, here's an old piece of my heart:

Echo

An echo of coal
still glows orange and red,
softly round, inside my soul.
Is it too much?
Not yet. When it is,
I'll let you know.


And this is what helps me wakey-wakey at 4 am, because that's the only time I can chunk out to write during this chunk of my life:


Monday, April 27, 2015

Sacrificing Identity

Thinking about this post today, especially the bit here:

“It can be exciting, but also painful or sad, to relinquish an identity. Sometimes it’s necessary, to allow important changes to occur. The more aware we are of a clash between the identity we have and the habits we seek, the more we can shape our actions to reflect our true values.”

Because, see, there are these things I want to do in my life. With my life.

These things that I’ve always wanted to do. But there’s just not enough time. So habits need to be reassessed and reorganized and redirected. 

And that’s all for today. A golden child needs some attention. 

Leave me some thoughts on change and identity. What bits of yourself have you had to sacrifice, in order to make yourself more who you want to be?  



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