Self’s “First Life” (Juked.com)

“First Life” first line:

  • Ever since they moved our colony from Tonle Sap to the Philippines, my mind hasn’t been the same.

Dense 2: At the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig

Texture. Texture. Texture.

That’s what she thinks about, when she thinks of this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge: DENSE.

Self loves stone, and exposed brick, and rough surface, like the inner walls of her cottage:

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Interior Wall of Self’s Unit at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig

In attempting a picture of a painting, she ended up “layering” the image with the reflection of the room behind her: her writing studio.

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Self does all her writing in this room on the 2nd floor. She was trying to take a picture of a painting in her room and ended up experimenting with the reflections on the glass.

#amwritingfantasy

Excerpt of the story she’s been writing (TRIGGER WARNING: Language):

Drinker says, low: “Big passed.”

I answer:  “Fucker. Big’s not big. He’s Big XXX. Mark it. I slash three quick XXXs across my screen.”

Finally, what real bread looks like: a loaf from Cootehill SuperValu (studded with cranberries) Self has been slicing off thick chunks, toasting, and then slathering with rich Irish butter)

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Handmade, Cranberry Loaf

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Book # 6: Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre

A Clash of Kings, by George R. R. Martin

This book was here last year, when self was undergoing very painful Game of Thrones withdrawal symptoms, because she had missed the last four episodes of Season 6. It saved her life.

Leaving King’s Landing was easy, just like he’d said. The Lannister guardsmen on the gate were stopping everyone, but Yoren called one by name and their wagons were waved through. No one spared Arya a glance. They were looking for a highborn girl, daughter of the King’s Hand, not for a skinny boy with his hair chopped off.

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They took five wagons out of King’s Landing, laden with supplies for the Wall; hides and bolts of cloth, bars of pig iron, a cage of ravens, books and paper and ink, a bale of sourleaf, jars of oil, and chests of medicine and spices. Teams of plow horses pulled the wagons, and Yoren had brought two coursers and a half-dozen donkeys for the boys. Arya would have preferred a real horse, bu the donkey was better than riding on a wagon.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amwritingfantasy: “Down”

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Study in Oil by Bernadette Burns. She lives on Sherkin Island, off West Cork. http://www.bernadetteburns.com

We’re going under.

When?

Today.

Just like that.

Yes.

Well, I need more time to select.

Select?

Yeah. What do you think?

Everything you need is down there.

The two men arguing are about to descend to the ocean floor in a bathosphere called Pinkie Pi. They are under the impression that’s where everyone else on the surface has gone.

Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 12 March 2017

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Self’s horror story, The Rorqual, now up to 15 pp. YAY!

Stay tuned.

#amwriting: What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today

A story is fashioned from:

  • scotchtape
  • stapler
  • a book on Story Structure
  • newspapers
  • post-it notes
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The Writing Desk Today, Thursday, 9 March 2017

Since this is a story about shape-shifting invaders, it can be classified #horror or #fantasy:

  • The settlements that raised the white flag vanished, and its people with them.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

A Good Match 3: London Cabbie

Ben Huberman, The Daily Post:

In my book, coffee, sparkling water, and a donut (okay, I confess: a fancy donut) make one such perfect combination. Sweet and bitter, cold and hot, smooth and fizzy — all these sensations come together to create a coherent, “this morning is going to be just fine” experience.

So here is self’s idea of a a good match:

Arriving in London and taking a cab from the airport. It is not cheap. But it pays off in spades because the cabbies are very interesting conversationalists. They know more about London than the average person. Most of them grew up in London. They can tell you where the best street markets are, where the best fish and chip shops are, and where St. Bride’s Church is. (If you are in a rush, this is not the mode of transport for you. It takes almost an hour, esp if you arrive during rush hour. But why would you go to London to rush? Especially if traveling alone and not on a particular schedule?)

A few years ago, when self was on a Shadowhunters reading binge (Thank you, Cassandra Clare!) she followed the path of Will Herondale and it took her to: York; Blackfriars; and St. Bride’s.

St. Bride’s was not easy to find. She asked about three people, and no one had even heard of it. Until she saw a parked London cab, and asked the driver if he knew where it was. His prompt reply: “Course I do! I’m a London cabbie!”

Nick Townsend was the cabbie who drove her in from Heathrow. He owns his own cab, and is a certified city guide:

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Licensed City Guide (and Cab Driver) Nick Townsend proudly showed self his badge.

He talked about a church named St. Bartholomew the Less (The other, St. Bartholomew the Great, is next to the hospital. “Not that one,” he told self), which is a beautiful example, he said, of fine Norman (13th century) architecture.

He told self she must visit Sir John Soane’s Museum, which has candlelight tours “every last Tuesday of the month.”

He also told self about the Wallace Collection, which self has seen, but wouldn’t mind seeing again.

Self took notes.

London: oh, what a city. It is not cold. The rooms are damp. But go outside. Just keep going outside.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amwritingfantasy: More “Down”

So far in self’s story, the two characters (who are as yet unnamed) argue about anything and everything while Pinkie Pie (the name of the bathosphere) floats expectantly a few yards away.

It’s the end of the world, people. The sky’s all kinds of lurid colors, and what these two want to talk about is:

I haven’t seen cake in almost 30 years. Even forgot what it tastes like.

Are you serious? All right, let me refresh your memory: Cake is sand, rain, and seaweed, all mixed together.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amwritingfantasy: “Down”

Two men are getting ready to begin a new life on the ocean floor.

But first, they argue. About everything: from the name of the bathosphere (Pinkie Pie) to whether or not they should leave the girlfriend of one of them (Go Go):

We’ve never tested the ride. And we haven’t got any maps.

We don’t need maps. There’s only one way to go, and that’s down.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Sentence of the Day: AMERICAN GODS, p. 307

So far, really enjoying this road trip with supernatural elements thrown in.  There are so many interesting encounters, and Gaiman writes like a dream.

The below is part of a very long rant by a woman named Sam:

  • I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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