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I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
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The Faerie Apocalypse is liveblogged at [personal profile] faeapoclive, [tumblr.com profile] faeapoclive, and [twitter.com profile] faeapoclive. What what happens when the gods return to our world.
Stranded World (LJ Link), modern fantasy seen through the eyes of 4 siblings who work the webs of the world, each in their own way.
Reiassan (LJ Link), high fantasy in a world just recovering from centuries of battle.
Edally Academy (LJ Link), Steampunk Boarding School in the world of Reiassan.
Tir na Cali (LJ Link); technically modern fantasy, alternate-history timeline, primarily lifestyle-kink erotica.
Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), a dystopic modern and post-modern fantasy/apoc world. Faeries and gods live among us, disguised as humans, their culture underground.
Addergoole (LJ Link) is a school within the Faerie Apocalypse setting.
Doomsday is a school created by graduates of Addergoole, generations after the Faerie Apoc.
Vas' World (LJ Link): the team was sent to explore the planet for colonization. They could never have guessed what they'd find.
Dragons Next Door (LJ Link)is a fun high-fantasy-in-the-burbs setting with a few good-with-ketchup crunchy dark bits.
Facets of Dusk (LJ Link) is a mystery waiting to be revealed; come along for the show!
The Planners (LJ Link): When the Apocalypse came, they were prepared. Very Prepared.
Unicorn/Factory (LJ) of the costs of progress.
The Aunt Family (LJ) - a mysterious family with some very strange magical artifacts.
Space Accountant (LJ) All Genique wanted was a nice vacation.
Shadow Rebellion (LJ) It all started with the shadows moving...
Science! (Lj) Why haven't Mad Scientists taken over the world yet?
Fairy Town There's something about the city. Something in the water, maybe?
Inner Circle (LJ) Getting to the Inner Circle can take a lifetime - or cost you your life.
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

All of my writing here is crowdfunded and crowdsourced; comments and suggestions keep the gears spinning and donations keep the power on.
My Donor landing page is here (and on LJ); you can tip (tips go in a general pool to sponsor longer stories, voted on monthly), sponsor an already-written story, or commission a story to be written.

Once a month I open up a call for prompts; the Giraffe Call's landing page is here and on LJ.

I hosted a 30-days of flash fiction meme: its landing page is here (LJ Link)

Want more? There's always more to read!

What Follows,
an apocalyptic anthology:
How would an Immortal deal with
the End Times? The world will
inevitably come stumbling into
apocalypse, and They will be
there to witness it.

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Shifting Hearts,
a therian anthology:
It is said that the eyes are the windows
to the soul, but what if the soul that looks
back isn't as human as you first thought?

Addergoole, a completed webserial

Edally Academy, a new webserial

Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook

Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine

Wikis of setting information currently exist in various stages of completion:
Addergoole: the Original Series - semi-defunct, but has information still being migrated to the below wiki
Addergoole Year Nine - and beyond
Faerie Apoc

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Amrit Continues, including a description this time
After A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description, although I cut off the last line because it annoyed me. FAe Apoc, approx. now

Amrit didn't care. He was going to go for some fish or some honey or some cattle, and he wasn't sure which was more irritating.

This third bidder, though, she was interesting. She was thin - almost everyone was thin, these days, and there was nothing that raised more red flags than a fat person when everyone else was starving. She had features that looked good thin, though, with high cheekbones and wide eyes that made her look - ha - fey. Her hair - black or dark brown - was pulled back into a long braid, and she was wearing cargo pants and what looked like three shirts, all of them in shades of green.

And it looked like she was winning the bidding. Amrit tried futilely to fight against the chains, but that wasn't getting him anywhere. He slumped. There would be a chance. He'd get away - and then he'd be more careful where he slept from now on.

"Sold, to the lady. Come collect your prize. He's yours now."

The auctioneer gestured grandly, and the woman came up onto the platform. She pulled the gag out of Amrit's mouth and met his gaze. Her eyes, he noted, were so dark as to nearly be black. "You Belong to me now."

He worked his mouth, getting the taste of wood and leather out. "Fuck you."

She took a step back, frowning. Oh, had he offended her delicate sensibilities? Good.

"You're going to be interesting."

"Fuck you." He managed to find a bit of spittle to add to that one. She wiped her face and, for a moment, Amrit thought she was gong to hit him. She'd learn fast enough that that didn't do much to control him.

Instead, she shoved the gag back in his mouth. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. Leave him chained, please." The last was to the slavers, who'd come over to wrap Amrit for travel, or whatever they did. "I'm sure what I paid for him can cover a couple shackles... and this gag."

"Yes, ma'am." They unlocked the two pins holding Amrit's chains to the sales floor. "He's all yours, then."

"Yes, yes he is." She hauled Amrit to his feet. "Come on, then... unless you'd rather stay here and try your luck with Fineus the Whoremonger? I hear his bid came in second."

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Free and Clear, a story of post-post-post apoc Addergoole (@korionfray)
Prolly nigh on 50 years after Addergoole: Year 5

She wasn't really sure why her last owners released her.

She'd done (almost) everything right, and had been (relatively) docile and obedient. She'd been trying to learn, and Owners Number Three had taught her quite a bit. But 'why they released her' wasn't part of it.

They'd given her a nice big pack of stuff, too. The girl who had once been Delaney looked at it for the third time. There was enough in here to survive for a month, if she decided to wander. There was enough to trade for... well, a whole bunch of booze, if she felt like that, instead.

She wasn't really sure what she felt like. She'd been under the collar for what she thought was probably a decade, and before that... before that, she'd been insane, cracked, and, if the stories and her vague memories were true, psychotic and sadistic.

That person had a string of homes and wealth scattered across the country. The person she was now wasn't sure where any of it was - or if any of it was still where she'd left it. She'd shared everything with a partner, after all. And that partner was gone.

She stared down the road. It curved through wasteland and farmland, through places she didn't remember being and places she might never have been. And it was all hers. She could do whatever she wanted.

The horse-drawn wagon clomped up beside her. "Going west, Miss?"

"I am." At least, that was the direction she was pointed in. "I could give you.." she touched her pocket. "Twenty dollars Sondaran for a ride."

"Ten will do. Hop on in."

The man in the driver's seat reminded her of Amish, long ago - beard and straw hat, plain shirt and plain pants. She wondered if the Amish had survived. "Thanks." She passed over the money, first.

"My pleasure. My name's Amos, by the by."

She'd prepared for this. She had more than enough reasons to leave that old name behind her. But she'd needed a new one. "Ellery." She smiled brightly. "You can call me El."

She had a fresh start, and she was going to take it.

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A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description
The problem with the settlements was the rules. Shit, the problem with other people was the rules. The last three crews Amrit had run with had enforced rules that were stifling, terrifying, and ridiculous, in order. Better, he'd decided, to run on his own. It wasn't like anything could hurt him, at least not permanently.

The slavers had taken him while he was asleep, enough of them that they could tie him down even when he started fighting, and fae-savvy enough that they knew to gag him before he got out more than one Working. One of them sat on him as they attached the collar - wooden and spiked on inside and out, and the spikes burned where they brushed his skin - and informed Amrit that he now Belonged to them.

Amrit had made "fuck you" understandable through the gag, with effort. It had gotten him a bigger gag for his trouble.

And now he was chained to a platform, between two other guys, one of them in a plain metal collar and the other one wearing more wood and more chains than Amrit himself. Clearly he needed to fight harder.

And people were standing in front of them, bidding, ever so politely, like this was fucking Christie's or something. And they were bidding on him. Amrit glared at them all. People.

It had been boring as well as irritating, watching them go back and forth about the other two, but now they were down to him. It looked like a fop sort, long hair, long nails, long mustache, was winning out over this big muscular guy wearing rawhide. They were using a form of shorthand Amrit didn't quite get, but it sounded like he was up to 2 head of cattle or seven barrels of fish.

Suddenly, the men quieted. A woman in the back stood up and waved her number. She rolled off a series of words, all of them new to the debate.

There was a pause, while everyone discussed the relative values of... whatever. Honey, maybe? Amrit took the moment to study this new bidder.


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Unicorn/Factory Landing Page Updated
I have updated the Unicorn/Factory Landing Page here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/143643.html

In honor of that, I am now taking 2 Unicorn/factory prompts.

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Rix-Scaedu's Prompt Call Open
rix_scaedu has a prompt call open!

Give a number 1-10 and a prompt. Signal boosting gets you more words; tipping gets you yet more words.

Go Prompt!

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Bug Invasion
The world wasn't expecting the Bugs to invade.

But the Bugs weren't expecting the humans, either.

A Week of Settings

From the moment they breathed our air (Lj) after: Staying in the City (LJ) and Spooks vs. Bugs (DW)
It's all in your Head (LJ)
Out of Their Minds
Voices - After All in Your Head and Out of Their Minds.

Poison (LJ)
Beyond (after Poison)

Icon Flash: The Bug Rebellion

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Landing Page: Unicorn/Factory
A new setting, Unicorn/Factory colors an early industrial world, where the ravages of rampant production are being held off by unicorns.

Down the River
Talking it to Death (LJ)

Duty after she's gone to the river...

Unicorn Chase (LJ)
Unicorn-Chased (LJ)
Unicorn-Chaste (LJ)

The Silver Road (LJ)
Pure as... (LJ)
Making Harvest Wreathes (LJ)
Red Roses and White [No X post, Donor Perk]
The Grey Line (and on LJ)
Observed (no x-post, Donor Perk)
Productive (LJ)
The Governors (LJ)
Right and Wrong (LJ)

Other Bits
Take Me (LJ) Depression & the unicorns
Far Weston (LJ) A new City
Unicorn Hair (LJ)

The Rebellion
The Problem (LJ)
Unicorn Bride Rebellion, Part I (LJ)

Strange Unicorns
The Black Unicorns of Cardenborn (LJ)
The Unicorn's Gift After The Black Unicorns
Change (LJ)
Strange (LJ)

Stroke the Unicorn (LJ)
Unicorn Strokes (LJ)

5 Things You'll Never Meet, by cluudle

No Unicorn, by rix_scaedu

February World-Building Q9
February World-Building Q24
February World-Building Q27

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Strange Things and Stranger, a story of Fairy Town
Written to flofx's commissioned prompt.

The Kirkavare can be found in Fairy Town stories, starting with Re-blessing the Church.

The was a boy in the church yard.

There were three boys in the church yard, but two of them were human. The third shone like starlight when Mirandabelle looked at him sideways, and glared like a demon when he caught her looking.

They were making a snow fort. It seemed strange, a fae boy making a fort in the church yard, but he was laughing along with his friends and seemed to think nothing of it, nothing of the iron so close. She set her mittened hand on the fence, and felt the soft burn even through the heavy wool.

A snowball whizzed past her ear. Mirandabelle jerked up her head, and say the demon-eyed boy grinning at her. Without thinking about it, she scooped up a handful of snow and lobbed it right back at the boy.
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Meeting People!
(This icon (in DW) came up in random choice three times out of ten, and it's the only "Lyn" icon to come up. Soooo.)

I met [personal profile] kelkyag! (and not-certain-of-user-name? <.< sauergeek)

We went hiking!

I learned a bit about geocaching!

It was awesome!


Also, on the way there and home, I contemplated details of Potential Dream home.

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December Meme Day Twenty-One: Christmas Plans
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] inventrix: Christmas plans!

Man, I was just thinking that I wanted to have enough money to fly all my friends to my place for New Year's.

(For years, a friend hosted a holiday party on New Year's Eve --> New Year's Day where we all drank too much & opened presents. It was awesome. But he moved to CT, got married, & has 18 (4) kids.)

First: Christmas is more of a season than a day for me. In part because of things like the aforementioned New Year's Eve party, in part because my Troy friends will show up sometime in... oh, maybe February or March to do Christmas, and in part because I'm so bad at this gift-buying/making thing that some of you will be getting presents in the mail well into early January!

That being said, I think I'm (we're) (T's plans are up in the air until about the morning of) going to visit my parents Christmas Eve morning, then probably (I should remember to send an e-mail) visiting Capriox at Tim Horton's, as has become our new Christmas Eve tradition.

Every year I mean to find a church that does a candlelight ceremony on Christmas eve locally, and every year I forget. Maybe next year.

T. and I don't really do "gift exchange;" so we've already given each other our gifts.

Oh! Christmas Day, we're going to go see Hobbit III. We've seen a movie in the theatres almost every Christmas we've been together, some better than others. I'm hoping this counts as at least a decent one. :-)

What about everyone else? What are your holiday plans?

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Two peeks at Doug, a ficlet of Addergoole Years 1/14
Year One:

Doug watched the new students coming in to the brand new school. They were fresh-faced, some of them, while others were already bitter and untrusting. They were so young, all of them, and so human-seeming.

His son was among them, Donegal, who he hadn't gotten to raise. He watched the boy moving through the crowd, and found himself fading into the background. Now was not the time to try to raise the kid; now was the time to do his job.

Two tall, dark boys - brothers, Doug thought, but not twins - moved their way through the crowd as if they were pushing aside brush. Doug watched the way they moved, the shorter one aping the taller one's movements. They were going to be trouble.

"First day of school." The woman standing next to him finally spoke up. Laurel, Doug thought her name was. "This'll be interesting."

Doug cleared his throat, and found he had nothing to say. He settled for "yeah."

Year Fourteen:

Ana was pregnant, and Doug was doing everything in his power not to glower, hover, growl, and in general act like (as more than one woman had called him) a royal pain in the ass.

He was fairly certain that he would have been a hovering, miserable, overprotective dinosaur (as Ana gently teased him) even if she hadn't been carrying his child, his child, as well as the boy Teal's, but he couldn't guarantee it. Doug was in love, and it messed everything up.

He watched the fresh-faced new Cohort, just a month into the year and still looking so very young, so very human. A short, stocky irish boy - notable in that he was shorter than either Doug or his father - met Doug's eyes and grinned, arrogant and insouciant.

"They're shaping up to be interesting." Laurel Valerian laid fingers on Doug's arm in a way that would have, from another woman, seemed possessive. "I think this is going to be a good year."

Doug shifted his weight onto his heels. The Irish kid was looking at Ana. Looking was fine. Looking was fine. He cleared his throat and made himself look at Laurel. "Yeah."

I'm not really sure what to put in for context here...

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December Meme - Day Nineteen - Knitting
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] kelkyag: Knitting

Oh, man, I haven't knitted in so long. Children are walking and talking who I had Big Plans to knit baby clothes for.

And it's a pity, and something I ought to rectify, because knitting is very soothing. It calms me down, gives me something to do with my hands, and takes some of my attention so that I can spend the rest of it focusing.

On my list of things I really want to knit:

Shahin's wristwarmers, in large part because I want to use them in the Kickstarter.

A girl-stuff pouch for my purse, because, well, girl stuff. <.<

Something for a friend's kid before said kid heads off to college.

The two hats I have planned for other friends, before they're 80.

And, in the dream-big realm, I really want to knit myself a Douglas Adams/Dr. Who homage towel shawl blanket.

Maybe start small? I think I have a dishcloth on the needles, or there's always the 13-foot scarf I was knitting for a friend. I got through 6 feet of it...

*flexes fingers* I'm allergic to wool, so knitting for me is almost always cotton or linen. I'm just beginning to get a feel for bamboo, but it is so different from cotton...

Maybe I'll knit myself a set of pulse warmers first.


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More thoughts on Mellama's IconDay6

Okay, so I was thinking - the last giraffe call (http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/819607.html) made enough for an art!

And Mel has art options in her tipping thresholds.

Sooo... there's a lot of "more please" stories that came out of this Call. Ideas? I was thinking either the young princeling/his older Mentor; the ace prince & his ace rescuer, or the princess with her Very Very Angry Captive


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Solstice, 50 words, @dahob
The longest night of the year. They stood, outside their prefab barracks, and stared at an alien sky.

The world was different, the stars, even the weather. But they lit candles made from alien fat and held them up to the dark night, to the black skies. And they sang.

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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain Chapter Thirteen (Choose)
“Agree. Or don’t. You have to be agreeing to it, Taslin, you know that. They can’t force you to take a Patronage.”

“But they can make my life very difficult if I do not. They can make everything unpleasant. They can lean on the owners of the pit. They can Patronize someone else and encourage them to hurt me, or just hire people to attack me.”

“That’s illegal.”

Read On...

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Science & Getting Schooled, another part of Luke at Doomsday (@inventrix)
First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: About cy'Doomsday

Luke found his wings flattened to his back. "What does my wife have to do with anything?"

Nehara held up both her hands. "Not your wife, sir. Gabriel. It's just that, of course Mystral talks to her father, and of course the professor talks to the rest of the teachers..." She shook her head. "I just wanted to say, you're not as much of a cipher, sir, as you might think. I did some studying."

"I am beginning to guess that I should have expected that." Mike would say he'd gotten his feathers ruffled. Luke took a breath and tried to smooth himself down. "What did you learn?"

"You know," she changed the subject with a bright smile, "I think maybe there's someone you need to see before you see Professor Lily's class."

"Not Gabriel? I see plenty of him."

She chuckled politely. "No, sir-"
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Vas' World Landing Page Updated, taking prompts
I have updated the Vas' World landing page and, in honor, am taking 2 prompts on Vas' World.

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Landing Page: Vas' World
Vas’ World
They had trained for this scouting mission for over a year; they’d trained in the space service for years before that. But they were still unprepared for everything they found on the new planet.

Vas’ World is a soft sci-fi story of planetary exploration; like the exploration, this setting is still in the nascent stages.

Icon by [personal profile] meeks.

Stories include:
(The Vas Cycle)
Naming Names
Observe and Report
By the Wall (LJ [Donor Perk]
Contemplating the Wall
Fighting for Dominance
Coming Up (LJ)
Wound (LJ) (Donor Perk)
Greetings (LJ), to [personal profile] eseme's prompt
Harvest (LJ)
Further Exploration Reveals... (LJ)
"I said, Further Exploration reVEALS," (LJ)
Dream (LJ) Malia's Vision Quest

(The Becky Cycle)
Care Package
all four available in Tales for the Sugar Cat e-book!

The Sea and Sky (no xpost), of the origins of this planet.
Vinting Love (LJ), after Sea & Sky
Harvest (LJ)

The Planet Called "Oh, Fuck, We're Screwed."
Holy Fuck, It's Snowing
First Thanksgiving

Read my short story "Xenonegotiation," set in the pre-history of Vas' World, in the April Issue of EMG-Zine!

February Worldbuilding Q5
February Worldbuilding q21 (LJ)

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Itsamellama's Icon Day!

[personal profile] itsamellama has opened Icon Day Six!

Go check it out, tip, commission an icon. Then come back & help me figure out who I need an icon of next ;-)


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December Meme Day Seventeen - The Cats! (@inventrix)
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] inventrix: the cats

Oh, twist my arm!

Kitties kitties kitties!

T & I have three cats right now - Oligarchy, Theocracy, and Meritocracy. We got Oli & Theo about a month after Drake died, in June of 2012.

Drake was our Sugar Cat, my diabetic flesh-eating fluffy happy monster for whom I wrote Tales for the Sugar Cat (a fund-raiser). He was with us for about twelve years - not nearly long enough - and died two years after his foster-brother, the first cat Sam & I had together, Gatsby. They are both still keenly missed.

But I made it about a month before I started looking for a new cat. I wanted siblings, I wanted boys. Siblings because Gatters and Drake, not related, had never gotten along great, boys because the girl cats we'd encountered - roommates' girlfriends' cats - had been miserable.
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Changes in Policy, a ficlet of Addergoole
This one comes with a warning: If you already actively dislike the Addergoole staff, this is not the story for you.

I don't usually say things like this, but I'm in a foul mood today, I wrote this for fun, and I don't want it to turn into a discussion about how Regine et al are evil stupid horrible monsters, please.

That being said, story:

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December in Alder, a partial summary
What Follows is now available in print!

Feedback Requested
December Theme Poll

Arrangements, a continuation of Live-In - modern/IRL 'verse
The Border, a continuation of Itty Bitty Package and Courier Duty - Space/Colonies/?? 'verse
Next on the Tour, a story of Science!
Cali, Femdom, Catgirls in Tír na Cali
Discoveries on the Colony
A Physical Detail, just a minor thing (a writing exercise)

Jumping Rings - Chapter 12 - Choose
Edally Chapter 17 - Hit First, Reassess, Hit Again
Edally Chapter 18 - When Making War, First Make Tea

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December Meme - Day Thirteen (shh)
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] lilfluff: Your favorite games


I like games, although I am not the board game fanatic that some of my friends are. I grew up playing gin rummy with my dad, Uno with my grandmother, Yahtzee with family & Monopoly whenever I could get people to play with me. My first fiance and I played Pente a lot, and he made a stab at teaching me chess, but i have little patience for strategy.

And, of course, I'm a gamer, so there's things like World of Darkness - Vampire, Werewolf, Changeling, etc., in primarily Live-action but also tabletop forms. I'm facinated by EarthDawn/ShadowRun but have never played them. And, while we're talking about roleplaying, I enjoy playing in my own settings most of all.

Computer games: I try not to get too involved, or I lose months. I liked Flight Rising until they were mean to Djinni, at which point I lost interest completely. I was utterly into Glitch until they folded, much sadface all around. And currently I'm into FarmVille, much to my enjoyment and consternation.

Games! I like playing Scrabble with my husband, although he almost always wins. And we've been playing Carcasonne lately, and I really enjoy that a lot.

I suppose "my favorite" game is the one I'm into at the moment, whatever moment that might happen to be.

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December Meme - Day Fifteen
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] eseme: Favorite places to shop for the late shoppers


This is trickier than it sounds for me, because my shopping is so specific to the person. My mom asked for a cast-iron pan for christmas, for instance, and my dad asked for a lined polarfleece pullover. One of those we buy locally, the other via massive online searching.

Let's see, though.

Barnes & Noble, of course, especially if I'm in a hurry. ThinkGeek, SockDreams, and Lee Valley for quick go-tos for online/catalog shopping. Etsy ;-) And, of course, Amazon.com.

We generally do a first run of our local outlet mall, but since we don't have a proper mall in our area, most of our shopping will end up being online - in addition to the above list, there's also LL Bean/Eddie Bauer. Oh, and Spice House.

To round out the list, we also like Uncommon Goods, for that little something unusual.

And that's... about it. Where do you shop?

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Arrangements, a continuation of Live-In
Written to [personal profile] perfectworry's commissioned continuation of Live-In

Adrian was home late for the fourth time in a week. Sara ordered pizza, washed the dishes from last night's dinner, gathered all of her dirty clothes and his into a pile, and tried not to swear at the mess.

This was his third week of his job, and they'd held him late almost every day. He was new, he wanted the money, and he "didn't have anyone at home." Not, at least, the way his bosses understood having someone at home. Roommates didn't count.

Sara got the wash in and sat down with her budget book. Adrian had insisted on paying rent the minute he'd gotten a paycheck, but the thing was, somehow it wasn't making her balance any bigger.

She opened a document - and swore as the pizza arrived. How had she gotten any work done before Adrian moved in? How had she had any time at all to think?
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The Border, a continuation of "Itty Bitty Package" and "Courier Duty"
After Itty Bitty Package ane Courier Duty. To [personal profile] thnidu's commissioned continuation.

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Pregnant? Pretza was unsure if she was more surprised at that or at his correct assessment of her as female. It must be the way she was carrying her package, against her stomach and chest and under her clothes.

It was a gift, and she should not kick the tires on a gift rover too much. "Sir." It was no trouble at all to make her voice sound tired or stressed. "I need to get -"

He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Where everyone with any sense needs to get, of course. Orion Free Territory is just over that hill. But there's a Corbetian contingent between here and there, girl. And you may not be my daughter, but I won't hand you over either way."

He took her hand. "This way."

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The Powers That Be, a continuation of Aunt Family (@kelkyag)
First: Visiting the Family
Previous: Still in the Family

Rosaria found herself watching, much as she did with children, much as she had done as a child. She'd angered Evangaline, and she didn't blame the girl at all for that. They did tend to meddle, the older women in the family. They spent so long being young, chafing under the meddling of those older than them, and then they were old, and found themselves meddling.

The truth was, they had, Rosaria and her peers, grown old with Asta as Aunt. They knew Evangaline was stronger, they knew she was different, and none of them knew what to do about that.

Watching Willard and Evangaline, Rosa was coming to another understanding.

"I'm proud of you." Willard thumped a hand on Evangaline's shoulder. "For what that's worth."

She grinned at him, a wide and open expression. "I'm pretty proud of me, too."

"You're not one that didn't dodge the bullet, are you?" He smirked about it, the way nobody who lived in the family did - at least not where women Rosaria's age could see. She remembered - she wondered if her peers remembered - being that age, and sniggering about things when their grannies were away.

"Oh, no." Eva's chin lifted. "I've known for a long time."

"I wonder what Asta thought about that, mmm?" Willard's eyes were twinkling. It had been years since Rosaria had seen him - but it had been decades since she'd seen him smile like that.

"Well, from what she told me..." Evangaline shifted, putting her weight evenly on both feet. "I think she was relieved. She always knew she was a place-holder, you know. She always knew she wasn't the actual power of the family in her generation."

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December Meme - Day Eleven (Yesterday) Roll dem bones.
(reference: http://gosimpsonic.tumblr.com/post/54091186115/roll-them-bones)

The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] thnidu: Rolling the dice.

Oh ho ho I could go so many... okay, two or three ways with this.

The first that comes to mind is the literal. I have, like any good pen-and-paper gamer, a bag full of dice, most of which have more than six sides (I have some D4s because they amused me; I don't think I've ever used them in a game).

The thing is, although I've been playing tabletop games on and off since college, and although I learned HOW when the kid down the street ran D&D for me back in high school (My guy friends who had a regular game wouldn't let me play with them. Seriously), most of my gaming career has been LARPing.

No, not like that movie. Well, maybe a little bit. (Not like the Supernatural episode, either.)

I did World of Darkness (Vampire, Werewolf, Changeling, Mage...) LARP, which wasn't boffer and was rock-paper-scissors. No dice involved! I tended to describe it, offhandedly, as "I spend my weekends pretending to be a vampire. Or a werewolf." And it really is just make-believe.

You see, I never outgrew make-believe. Other kids stopped playing with me, but I kept thinking up the stories. Once I found out I could get other people to write stories with me - or read and engage in those stories - I was right back on the playground, having the time of my life.

So rolling the dice comes from, for me, a very similar place as writing. I'm playing in a fictional world, and I love it.

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Next on the Tour, a story of Science! (@rix_scaedu)
The new engineering intern was nice, in a terrifyingly curious, infallibly polite sort of way; he was also strikingly handsome and very sweet, in a way that still didn't quite clash with the office as a whole. So Cara had used the social version of elbowing and punching to get to the head of the line, and she was now showing Dr. Darryl Quinlan around the facility.

The facility tour was the best way to see if a new intern was going to last, giving Cara yet another reason in addition to "and he has lovely eyes" to take over the duty. She had won the last three pools, and had a reputation to maintain.

"Is that..." Darryl shook his head. "No, that was the wrong question. What is that?"

Cara's eyes swept over the hall. They weren't in a laboratory wing; everything down here was plans and stolen technical specs. What- "Ah." She smiled, although her eyes were on Darryl's microexpressions. "That would be Jane. She's - well, technically, she's a failed experiment."

"She looks... like the T-X."

"Oh, we get a lot of good ideas from movies like the Terminator series. But Jane isn't liquid metal, and, unfortunately, she was supposed to be a human-appearing android."

"I'll note..." Darryl spoke slowly, and his body language suggested he was intrigued and cautious. "You didn't mention that she wasn't a killer robot."

"Well, right now she works in HR."

Science! has a landing page here.

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Put something on my queue!
24 hours only: ask for something written and I will add it to my queue directly.

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Courier Duty, a continuation of "Itty Bitty Package" for Morepls (@clarekrmiller)
After Itty Bitty Package.

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The road wasn't really a road anymore, not in this section of the country. It was three-quarters pot-hole and one-quarter bomb crater, with the occasional multi-terrain vehicle left abandoned half in one sort of hole or another. There were corpses, too - livestock and buildings left burnt out and falling down where they stood, people who had fought until they couldn't fight anymore.

The front had moved forward; technically, Pretza had already gotten them through the worst of it. They had moved past the soldiers, past the tanks, past the first line of rear guards. They had crossed three minefields and one inferno. And they were almost to the border.
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Moving On To Number Eight... a storybit of Addergoole Yr 22
Yet another in "where did that kid come from" series.
Caprice is Phelen & Manira's daughter.
Jack is Ib's child.
Eryk is Shiva/Ty.
Adalbert's Ciro/Amanada
Zahavi is a half-sibling of Cynara and a 1st generation student.

Christmas Break

"Well, you're definitely pregnant." Dr. Caitrin looked over her glasses at Caprice. "I don't suppose you know who the father might be?"

The first-year student rolled her eyes at Caitrin by way of answer.

The doctor sighed. "No, of course not. Do you think you were entirely fair with those young men, Caprice?"

The disdain turned into a playful pout. "They wanted a pretty target. I make a very, very pretty target."

"Mmm. And still, do you think you were fair to them?"
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Science! Landing Page
Why haven't mad scientists taken over the world? Either they already have, and we just don't notice, or they're too dysfunctional to take over much of anything.

This setting posits a little bit of both.

Engineered (LJ)
Re-Engineered (LJ)
Golden Egg? (LJ)
Making Friends (LJ)
Shows Promise
P for the Possum Postulate
In Theory
100 Per Cent
Through Biology (LJ)
Blame Game (LJ)
In a Fashion (LJ)
Next on the Tour(LJ)

Lair (LJ) [Beta Filter] started it all

Two stories of Science! appear in Alder by Post, Issues Five and Twelve.
Order back-issues here.

Science! Character List

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Cali, Femdom, Catgirls
By the time Daniel was dragged to the sales floor, he was bruised in at least seven places, two of which didn't show; he was chained, collared, naked, sweating, had been forcibly showered three times and had his hair combed five time. He was furious, but he'd gone past furious into panic and then past panic into shaking.

And then the cat-girl walked into the room.

There was no other word for her. She had perky cat ears, whiskers, and a tail; she had a human face and body with fur or patterns on her hands - paws? She was wearing a small dress and tall heels, and very little else.

She strode in like she owned the place, and here, in California, where supposedly anything went, everyone stared. Daniel couldn't fault them; he was staring too. Had to be prosthetics, or some sort of cosplay thing. But the ears were moving. The tail was moving.

The girl was moving. Woman, he supposed, nobody ever called them cat-women. Except DC comics. Anyway. She was moving towards him. She was carrying something in her hand. Something - what -

"Oh, no, no, no, no." He couldn't back up. He was so very locked to this place he was standing. He could fall backwards, and he did that. "No."

She leaned down until her lips were nearly at his ear. "Yes."

He felt the leash clip onto his collar, but he was out of options.

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Science! landing page updated
Here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/343641.html

In honor, I will now take 2 prompts for Science!

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Rumors about the Family, a story start for the Aunt Family
I asked for Non-Addergoole Prompts here; this is to kiarrith's prompt.

The Aunt Family has a landing page here.</i>

It was a whisper, not even a proper rumor, passed among the members of the family - mentioned as an overheard sort of thing in an e-mail, or drunkenly chuckled about in a party when the Powers That Be were busy being powerful elsewhere. Did you hear about the Aunt that got herself a cult?

Not even a proper Aunt, the rumors would continue. No sisters, a dead-end line. But that part, scandalous as it was, wasn't nearly as shocking as the other part. And she's being worshipped! Worshipped!

There were things you didn't do, in the family. You didn't trust men with power, you didn't get pregnant if you were the Aunt, you didn't bring men home - or women, or even cats - without running them by at least one Granny first. You didn't show off your magic to outsiders, if you had any, or talk about it, if you didn't.

And you certainly didn't let people think you were a goddess.

But the rumors persisted. And, one day when her last child had left the nest, a woman named Stolen - a sensible, practical woman, a mother of four and already a grandmother of two, the sort who had put aside her tea leaves long, long ago - began making some discreet inquiries.

She had spent twenty-seven years working in insurance, and thus, in addition to being more cynical than most of her sisters, had a very well-honed skill with investigation, which she put to good use talking to relatives.

She might be a grandmother, but she was not yet, technically, a granny, and, besides, she was so down-to-earth that nobody really expected she'd be doing anything untoward. She was putting together a book of family legends, sure. It had been done before, but not recently. So people told her things.

And people outside of the family - they were easy. She might have put aside her tea leaves, she might have been solid and rational and dependable, but she was still what she was. People were easy.

It was thus that, two years into her youngest's college life, Stolen found herself donning an all-covering blue robe and pulling the hood until it shaded her face.

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December Theme Poll!
This Month's Theme Poll is live!

The choices are:
1. Stranded World (Setting)
2. Fae Apoc (Setting)
3. Love Stories (motif)
4. Hurt/Comfort (motif)
5. micro-flash-fiction (type)
6. Demifiction (type)
7. Vas' World (Setting)
8. Dragons Next Door (Setting)
9. Obsession (motif)
10. Music and song (motif)

If you have donated or commissioned me in November (nobody did), in October after the last theme poll, or if you donate/commission me between now & the poll closing, you may cast your vote here!

Become a Patreon Patron OR Commission something via Paypal.

As a Patreon patron, you'll have access to Patreon-only fiction. Donate $6 or more, and you'll also put us over the threshold for a second chapter on both serials this Sunday, and get the Patreon that much closer to the first donation threshold.

Commission a story, and I'll write you your very own fiction, 250 words for every $5.

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December Meme - Day Nine (@rix_scaedu)
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] rix_scaedu: Doug

Ah, Doug.

For those of you going who? Doug is a character in Addergoole.

He started out as back-up porter and security guy, and looked like Luke, which led me to extrapolate that he was Luke's son. The fact that he later turned out to be Mike VanderLinden's grandson means that he probably doesn't look THAT much like Luke - but that was later.

When I needed a dance teacher for a RP character (Kylie), he became the dance teacher; when I needed someone who Mentored monster-hunters (rather than the White Knights that were cy'Luca*), that became Doug. And when he had to show Kylie Masking - well, then I learned what his Change was.

Of all the background characters in Addergoole, I think he's evolved the most. He is still definitely the Mentor for monster-hunters and riot grrls. He's the dance instructor, and a later RP timeline gave him a love interest in another dance student.

(And yes, I love the conflict there between dance students and monster hunters and the one time I convinced Doug to take a male Student...)

Mike sleeps with students willy-nilly. Doug, who is as much his father's son as he is his grandmother's grandson, doesn't refrain from teacher-student relationships, but he goes into them, like he goes into everything, slowly & deliberately. His Name is Brontosaurus for more than one reason, after all.

Doug is one of my favorite characters, & I should write more about him.

/Looks at queue/

Maybe someone ought to commission me to write more about him... <3

* cy': of the cy'ree of, that is, one of the Students Mentored by.

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December Meme - Day Eight
The Meme

Today's prompt is from [personal profile] aoifes_isle: Obscure factoid that everyone should know.

I went with an obscure vocabulary word!

Obscure factoid that everyone should know.

Definition of FUNGIBLE

1: being of such a nature that one part or quantity may be replaced by another equal part or quantity in the satisfaction of an obligation (oil, wheat, and lumber are fungible commodities)

So, this word was a revelation to me, in the context of budget items are often fungible. Not personal budgets, as discussed yesterday, but, say, the budgets of major corporations, charities, governments.

If you give a college a grant of $1m only to repair roads, then they can shift every cent in their repair roads budget, up to $1m, to other categories. So you are, in effect, funding, say, the Making Centaur-People lab by your roads only donation.

If I win a $50,000 gift card only for groceries (they happen, really), then I have $50k I don't have to spend on groceries. See? Fungible.

It's a neat word, and a good one to apply when people are debating public budgets.

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Discoveries on the Colony, a ficlet of Space/Colonies (@Inventrix)
Written to [personal profile] inventrix's prompt as a warm-up for that other thing I'm working on for Ix.

"Mom! Uncle Toma! Aunt Jea! Come quick! The spear plants! They're peeling!"

Bobeh and his sister came tearing across the central commons, skidding into the workshop where Branga and her family cooperative worked. She looked up, not particularly concerned; the kids were always finding something, and it was always a crisis. As long as it involved plants and not the local or imported fauna - or, all heavens forfend, the Renegades - there was probably not anything to be worried about.

In this case, her partner-wife Jea seemed to think differently. "The spear plants? The ones down by the clearwater pond?"

"Those! Seffie and I were going for water, we were being careful,but the plants, they're all -" The six-year-old flailed his hands in some sort of dance. "Come on, come on, they were going one at a time but they're probably doing more now!"

"Sorry, Branga." Jea made a face. "I know we have to get this order out, but this could be important. The spear plants are on the list of Confusing Shit the Grandparents left us."

Jea's great-grandparents - as well as Branga's, Toma's, and every other adult's on the planet, including the thrice-cursed Renegades - had been the survey-and-colonize team on this planet nearly a century ago. They had left detailed notes on everything - everything except the Renegades, who had systematically destroyed all references to themselves. And, for the most part, their notes were followed like job orders, or like the Word from On High.

Not that it made it any less sour to put down an order in the middle of the work, but it least it gave them a viable excuse. Branga followed her partner-spouses, who in turn were following their children, out to the clearwater pond.

The spear plants - 10-meter-tall spikes poking straight into the sky, which surrounded the north side of the pond and the north side of every other body of water they'd found - were, indeed, peeling.

"No." Branga shook her head. The way the pieces were curling downwards, that wasn't like bark peeling. It was more like a bud opening. "No. They're flowering."

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December Meme Day Six - Fire, Fire Fire, Fire, Fire!
The Meme

[personal profile] kelkyag's topic was: Fire.

I like this one! (I've liked all of 'em so far). But this one...

Okay, if you believe in Zodiac, Aries is a fire sign. And, whatever the birthday on the LJ/DW/Twitter says, I'm an Aries. (So's my husband. We get along just fine, and yes, people have asked).

As a kid/teen, I thought that I was an earth sign inundated by water, or perhaps the other way around, and in the end, I think maybe I just like nature.

But fire, at the moment: fascinated by it. I grew up heating with wood, fire, and we heat with wood now, so I don't have a lot of ~romance~ attached to fire: it involves buying or cutting down wood, hauling it, chopping it, hauling it some more, cussing at it, and then getting it going so you can enjoy it.

But when you're done, you have this magical thing you can stare at. And that's just hypnotic. Meditative, even (<.<).

Candles, too. I love candles. I love playing with the wax and the flame, lighting things on fire - I once lit a napkin on fire (mostly on accident) at a restaurant. I like the light. I like the warmth and the way it changes things around it.

I'm not particularly coherent about fire, I suppose. But I like it, a lot. And not just because it's what's keeping me warm right now.

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A Physical Detail, just a minor thing (a writing exercise)
His wrists caught my attention first.

You wouldn't think it would be wrists, but these were bony wrists, slender, so thin I could circle each wrist with my forefinger and thumb. He had nearly-hairless arms, and these bony wrists between lanky long arms and long-fingered skinny hands.

I think I fell in love with his wrists before I ever made it to his eyes

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The Annual Sacrifice, a story of Dragons Next Door (or at least a teaser)(@anke)
As the title said, this came out more as a teaser than a story.

But I can always be enticed to write more! (Commission, sweet-talking, reviews...)

I asked for Non-Addergoole Prompts here; this is to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's question and [personal profile] anke's request.

Dragons Next Door has a landing page here.

"I see you are participating in the annual sacrifice of a tree." Zizny puffed smoke at me over the wall between our properties.

It might have been unusual to some to have a dragon talking over the fence at one, as it were, but after the last neighbors - the ogres - I was more than willing to take the far-more-polite and far-less-smelly Smiths.

But I confess, as used to Zizny and thez* ways as I was, I still stiffened. "We don't use dryad trees." It had been done, once upon a time, sometimes by the ignorant and sometimes by the cruel. But this pine tree had never been anything but a pine tree. "We're not really... Christian, hard to be. But with Junie's friends, it's easier to just celebrate the holiday..."

The dragon next door puffed another harmless steam-cloud at me. "You are, I believe, under a great deal of stress right now."

"I..." I realized Zizny was, in a draconic manner, laughing at me. "Yeah. Yes, I have been. You were teasing me. I admit, I did not know that dragons teased."

"You are very clever about races not your own, Audrey. But you do not know everything." Zizny dropped-jaw in a way I had learned was the draconic version of a human smile.

I smiled back, cautiously. "Well, then. What do dragons do for the winter holidays?"

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Does anyone know...
...where I established Draconic pronouns, if at all?


Thanks, Inventrix!

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December Meme - Day Five
The Meme

[personal profile] lilfluff's topic was: Plotting methods that have worked for you, or that have intrigued you.

Plotting methods that have worked for you, or that have intrigued you.(12)

Okay, so you may have noticed my two favorite formats are "serial that just keeps going" and "500-words-or-less." Neither one of these rely heavily on plotting, the flash fic even less so than the serial.

Needless to say, plotting is something I'm working on.

When I work on serials and long stories (that would mostly be Rin & Girey), I tend to outline chapters on four (Steno-book-sized) lines each, and then draw plot arcs along the side. "This is Shahin's recovery." "This is someone chasing Girey." It works... okay. Writing to the outline is another skill I'm working on <.<

For "Monster Godmother," I found that if I put the story in 100-to-500-word chunks, it made a lot more sense to me. So the outline looked like

[flashback: 100]
[First scene:250]
and so on.

When I did Nano, [personal profile] inventrix had just introduced me to beat sheets: here. I'm still pondering them, but they don't work well with my flow and tend to throw me off. "Wait, what, they're supposed to be having a defining moment here? But I've got that scheduled as a dramatic pause!"

(I like dramatic pauses.)

And on the "intrigues:" I'm contemplating this: The Snowflake Method, recommended by [personal profile] clare_dragonfly.

So, what about everyone else? How do YOU plot?

Bonus link: 25 Ways To Plot, Plan And Prep Your Story

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The Cat's Paw, a story continuation of the Aunt Family
I asked for Non-Addergoole Prompts here; this is to [profile] kiarrith's request for More Cat.

Aunt Family has a landing page here.

This comes after Family Secrets & Cat Secrets, which itself is after Cats & Grannies. and Cat's in the Attic.

Beryl had the book now.

Radar found himself pacing, which was not common Radar behaviour, and possibly (he was no longer really certain) not really cat behaviour either. The family needed a strong, knowledgeable witch - Aunt, whatever - again. Eva did not want to be steered, which was good. But it meant that Radar was going to have to work sideways around things.

Radar was not good at working sideways, and he wasn't really certain if it was the best idea. But, while he had been instilled with certain values, he had not been given precognizance, which he felt showed a lack of foresight on his creators' parts. So he had to guess.

Guessing meant he'd put the most important book in the family's history in the hands of a teenager - not even definitely the next Aunt, no matter what the family thought, although she was definitely already a witch - and hoped that she wouldn't spill her soda on it or, possibly worse, spill the beans to all and sundry.

Beryl was proving good at keeping secrets so far. If he'd had fingers to cross, Radar would have crossed them.

Instead, he paced, while nearby, Beryl sat with the book, a laptop, a family dictionary, and a notebook open, taking precise notes on everything she read.

Finally, content that she was far too engrossed to notice him, Radar hopped up on the dresser and slid her cursed necklace over his own neck.

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What Follows is available in Print! Books make great holiday gifts!
Check it out!

What Follows is an anthology of post-apocalyptic stories, answering the question "how would an immortal handle the end times?" It features "Monster Godmother," a story of the Faerie Apocalypse written by yours truly, as well as stories by [personal profile] jolantru, K Orion Fray, and many more!

Want it in electrons format? Check here for sources.


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Inner Circle is Up! Chapter 12 - Valran - Choose

“Choose, ma’am?” Valran blinked at the ancient, terrifying woman who owned him. The car had gone quiet for a little while, almost entirely silent, as they wended their way into the heart of New Indapala. And then… that.

“I’m sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts...” Read on...

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December Meme - Day Four
The Meme

While [personal profile] kelkyag gave me a bunch more pick-a-day-prompts, I'd been thinking about this, so I wrote it :-)

Today I've been thinking about Farmville (big surprise there) - as well as Civ, Sim City, and Carcassonne, and how they relate to my writing.

The thought first came to me a week or two after I'd gotten enmeshed in Farmville, which really can devour quite a bit of time. I was running Addergoole scenarios in my head (like ya do) and I realized that the character was sort of playing Farmville IRL.

My first thought was "I've been playing this so much that it's leeching into my characters."

But THEN I thought about the backstory for Elle and Reynard: rebuilding Buffalo, complete with farms. I thought about the backstory for the Planners: (they started out as) hippy survivalists, with farming, including urban farming. Dig far enough into many of my settings (not, say, Dragons next Door), and you find gardens, farms,and rebuilding buildings: reclaiming, generally, unused or underused land.

The thing is, for all that games like Farmville and Civ, Sim City and Carcasoone are immensely engrossing games, part of why I play them so intensely has to do with how they speak to me. They're world-building games, creating something out of nothing and making it work to your own plan.

Brb, my electronic cows need feeding.

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