Aloft in the Storm, as far as my lyrics and melody go, is very much in the common way of whatever semblance of style I have...

but my brother Dan, who is now finishing up his studies in Music Production, got a vision to do it more Symphonic Metal style instrumentally. And man.

Not only is that one of my fave genre styles, he really made this song ( Read more... )

So.

I think I have ended up finding my poetic voice, somewhere between November and now. (Yeah, I'm doing the poem-a-day thing, and yeah...you haven't heard much about it!)

A. Alvarez was right.
It can be dismaying. Horrifying, even.

I think all my poems since I realized that a few days ago have been a little dull, because I haven't learned to ignore ( Read more... )

"Milord Crown Prince has fallen in love with a frog," the Lower East Minister reported grimly.
This was not quite the truth.

"I swore I'd marry the frog if it could jump over the great old elm in the garden, because it claimed it had crossed over the top of the palace," the prince explained to his father, who was pinching the bridge of his nose ( Read more... )

I'm reading the beginning pages of Letters to My Nemesis at my writer's group tonight (I hope) and I'm terribly nervous, so I'm going to post a Random Excerpt of a part I'm less nervous about, as a coping strategy!

So, sorry about that.

***    [set up: Jet is her competitor in a friendly competition against each others' neighborhoods of the city, ( Read more... )

I am so happy to be writing by hand again.

It's been over a year, I think, since I was working on a novel manuscript by hand, and it's gotten a little less normative even before that.
It feels like returning to the writing I loved as a teen.


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The door kept opening into her closet.

“...Come on, I don't have time for this,” Cyrie said, slamming it again.

That was the wrong attitude. She closed her eyes, tried to embrace the pursuit of Good and Romance, and smiled as she swung it open.

It opened on a forest. “Finally,” she ( Read more... )

I may be getting set to write the Pirates Penance book/s, which feature revenant pirates, cursed pawn-shop inheritors, and the patron saint of poetic justice.

Anyway, I have some pre-writing here: a short "story":

( A Bet with the Patron Saint of Bookies )

New story I'm working on:

“I won't keep that promise,” he said.

Bead ran her hand down the cow's warm, coarse-haired flank, drawing her bucket out slowly to not startle the animal.

“Oh?” she asked. “You'll let the Commons go hang, the people, the gardens, your barn? Just over the one thing they asked you for? Well. That's smart.”

“The one ( Read more... )