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In honor of National Science Fiction Day / Asimov's Birthday there is a limerick contest happening on Michael Swanwick's blog.I grew up living on spaceships made of words (when I was traveling away from Arda, that is.) My mother used to worry that the weight of my bookshelves would have me waking up in the basement some cold morning ( Read more... )

I found out from lindahoyland's test that you could actually get Tolkien as an answer on the writer quiz. I went back, determined to run everything I had through the engine till it told me I had a winner.

I got LeGuin twice more, then Neil Gaiman 4 times in a row. *G*

I finally got my Tolkien badge - for Slouching Toward Gondolin!


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This symbol was vast in my heart for the last two days.
The photo is of Dylan Thomas.


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I found this link to Things Other People Accomplished When They Were Your Age at Cruisedirectors. Skipping over the invention of the guillotin, it says "The Marquis de Sade, imprisoned for much of his life, wrote the novel Justine". As a new writer, I intend to take this as a good sign....

-- fileg, the Pollyanna of Polyamory...

I was up all night finishing up a draft to see if I had written a story, and sending it off to a few wonderful people who offered to Beta the beast with no more information than that. It is getting mixed reviews in feedback, but it seems to be swinging the vote toward working out the bugs. I need to let it sit for a few days now ( Read more... )

I have been bashing a small piece of fiction around. It is one of those nights when every time I try to write it, I am pulled away with the desire to write something else - (pulled this time into yet another Faramir story... or perhaps two. Cruisedirector, I blame you...) Trouble is, Faramir likes to get his own way, and he has had me wrapped ( Read more... )

Julia sent me a link to a writing course that is asking for 100 word entries to test your suitability. I don't think I want to take this kind of course, but a drabble is a drabble and the veil between the worlds was thin last night:

It’s a rainy February night. I sit pressed to the window as the Studebaker carries us aimlessly through the ( Read more... )