Oh, wait. Yes it did.
Sleepy Monday is coming and I am unspoiled, so I have decided it will be pure Happiness & Joy for all characters. And Katrina will find her Happiness &c somewhere else.
Have I mentioned lately that I find Dreamworks to be infinitely superior to Pixar and that, of the two, Dreamworks is the storyteller of my heart while Pixar is the storyteller of, "Eh, I guess it was kinda pretty?" Because that is definitely the case.
Exhibit A: Trailer for "Home", which about an alien invasion and stars a young black woman. (Possibly a pre-teen, since she was apparently 11 or something in the book(???), but given the pitch of her voice and the fact that she owns/drives a car, I guessed older.) Someone reserve me a ticket NOW, because I am watching the hell out of this movie ASAP.
In other diversity news, Corinne Duyvis would like to announce that her debut novel, Otherbound, is currently on sale at Amazon Kindle for under $5 USD. To quote directly from her Tumblr account: "It’s got alternate worlds, trauma, rogue princesses, disabled & queer protags of color, storms, death curses—and some other things I guess?"
If you want to support diverse characters and authors (the author is autistic, bi, and ADD) while saving a little money, and don't mind doing so through Amazon, this could be the book for you! You can read Jim C. Hines' review of the book here, and Bisexual Books' review here. Both reviews naturally contain some spoilers.
Just for extra fun and information, the Bisexual Books review opens like so:
I think we’ve all seen those posts where some douchebro is like “not every thing needs a bisexual low-income mute woman of color who use sign language or a one-legged epileptic Latino guy”. Those examples are done in the spirit of spiteful condescension, like it would be TOTALLY RIDICULOUS to have a story like that. Which is why it gives me exceptional pleasure to say:
Go home boys, Corinne Duyvis has just pwned you all.
Other things that occurred to me were something by Lloyd Biggle, James White's Sector General books, The Silver Crown by Robert C. O'Brien, Kelly McCullough's Ravirn series, Changer by Jane Lindskold, and the Night Calls series by Katharine Eliska Kimbriel.
Anybody know any of these canons and have an opinion?
I feel very pleased with how that went, and also kind of proud of myself. I was not always able to do that.
Chapter Five of “I’ve Traveled All this Way for Something” is up at AO3.
Chapter Five: Day Two
"Kneel up over there," Hunter says, pointing to a spot in front of the big sofa. "Don’t bother getting to your feet."
Buster’s face feels like it’s on fire; crawling always makes him feel huge and clumsy. Neither of them laugh at him though. In fact, they’re not really paying any attention; Hunter’s undressing and Lincecum is...digging around in the couch?
"There it is," Lincecum says, holding up the bottle of lube from yesterday. "Fucking couch eats everything." He tosses it to Hunter.
This has got to be the weirdest household any slave’s ever been a part of.
Gerard's Hesitant Alien leaked, but I've only listened to Brother. Mostly because it's everything I've ever wanted in song form. I'm pretty excited for the rest of the album, but I'll probably wait until it's officially out. I'm also amused that Gerard's being so Gerard-y; he's spent a lot of this album cycle talking about how ~he isn't working on a concept~ when he obviously is (and that's obviously just how his creativity works), and how MCR had to self-destruct and end but his sound is still very tied into that sound. (Not that he can really easily get away from that - being the vocalist and one of the songwriters in MCR means he would have to majorly veer if he wanted his solo sound to be different. But still.)
I'm still failing at writing, but I've spent all day musing about my femslashex story. If I can get even a fraction of what's in my head down, it might be good. Maybe.
This poem came out of the September 16, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from lynnoconnacht, the_vulture, and Shirley Barrette. It also fills the "Character transformed into an animal" square in my 9-1-14 card for the genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the series P.I.E.
Something somebody said made me think about five minute fandoms. I wracked my brains, trying to think of songs or poems that interest me. I managed to come up with two songs from the 80s that might spark some fic ideas. The videos for both songs are on YouTube, but they're nowhere near as cool as I remembered them being. I guess thirty years makes a big difference in how I look at such things. The songs are "Don't Pay the Ferryman" by Chris de Bourgh and "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring. I suppose I could also request Kipling's "Helen All Alone" again.
It's just that I don't feel strongly about my third nomination (and thus my third request). The things I've come up with are all things that could produce interesting stories, but none of them are likely to produce stories that I desperately want to read.
I care more about what I write for Yuletide than about what I request, but it would be nice to be asking for things I really want. I need to go through my bookshelves and DVD shelves and see if that sparks any must-have ideas as opposed to I-suppose-that's-possible ideas.
Thank you so much to everyone who donated, and especially to Socchan and Lance for also offering incentives to other donors. All of you helped so much. I am beside myself. ♥
( Iron West )
( Korgi, Book 1: Sprouting Wings )
( The Last Airbender, Prequel: Zuko's Story )
( The Losers volumes 1 & 2 )
( Meadows, Daisy. Azafran, el hada amarilla )
( Owly: The Way Home & The Bittersweet Summer )
( Princeless, Book 2: Get Over Yourself )
( Riera, Michael. Uncommon Sense for Parents with Teenagers )
Read but not finished:
( James, P.D. Death Comes to Pemberley )
( Kuhl, Herbert. Should We Burn Babar? )
( Riley, James. Half Upon a Time )
( Thorpe, Helen. Soldier Girls: the Battles of Three Women at Home and at War )
There was also a parallel story about buying very nice jewellery in Chicago while being very upset and preoccupied with news about something else.
I wish all my dreams were as colourful and interesting.
The coach this year is different than last year. Last year's coach is helping out with the team. The mother who's coaching is the mother of one of Cordelia's friends who went to the big middle school. So, for that matter, is the assistant coach. Cordelia will be playing mostly with kids she knows. That'll be helpful if Scott has to work any game day. There'll be plenty of people coming from this side of town to give us a ride.
I do need to e-mail the coach. She asked if there were any Saturdays when Cordelia couldn't play, and I said I couldn't think of any. I forgot about UCon, and I need to let the coach know about that. There are eight girls on the team, and only four girls are on the court at any given time, so there should be enough girls that one person absent shouldn't be a big deal.
After nearly three weeks of trying everything, I was pretty solidly convinced she couldn't turn and that, specifically, her head was stuck on a loop of cord or just in my ribs. Everything else moved freely and often, but that giant baby head just didn't go anywhere (and, incidentally, contributed to all sorts of fun activities like waking up from a sound sleep choking on vomit. Isn't pregnancy beautiful?).
Anyway, ECV was a bit of a production – five hours in L&D, monitors, bloodwork, anti-contraction injections. And the consult beforehand contained such alarming pronouncements as, "we will probably have to try a couple different times. If nothing else, my arms will get tired!" O.O
However, when it came to it, she went around on the second try. Of the actual procedure I will say only: imagine what you think it feels like to have an OB grab one end of the baby in you, a resident grab the other end, and both of them shove as hard as they can, and then turn it up to about 8 on the weird/painful scale, and you've got it. Hogwart spent the next couple hours in what can only be described as outraged flailing, but seems to have settled in. There is a 95% chance she will stay put this time, which sounds comforting until you realize that there was a 97% chance she never would have been breech at this point. I've only had one bout of intense paranoia where I was convinced she'd flipped back, so pretty good all around.
And oh my God. If you ever want to genuinely appreciate the physical rigors of the late third tri, spend most of the trimester with a big, high breech. I am so much more comfortable now, I can't even. My ribs don't feel like they're going to dislocate. My diaphragm doesn't ache nauseatingly when I lie on my side. My left side uterine ligaments don't send out sparks of nerve fire when touched. Of course, Hogwart has, from her new perspective, been reminded of her mortal enemy also known as my bladder and has re-initiated hostilities. But in comparison? Bliss.
And now we wait for labor . . .