Sooooo it's kinda sad that these days I spent most of my time at work writing fanfiction and watching the time pass, because I so rarely get to spend my working hours doing that kind of stuff, because of how the job is structured.
(OTOH, my new fandom is super fun and amazing about chatter and feedback. All the energy I used to put into my job in the hopes that I could expand my role or do more meaningful work has gone into fandom. Every shift I install XKit onto the work computer at the beginning of my shift and delete it again before I go home. I'm writing a lot, and I'm pretty happy.)
Got my exercises. Did not get my steps because the hubby's truck was done and we had to go pick it up. In 85 degree weather with traffic backed up like crazy due to road work shutting down pretty much every main freeway and lesser highway. I was VERY overheated and unhappy when we got home. Two and a half hour drives home are not a good thing.
Thus you get a short post today.
Goals for tomorrow are write, exercises, get caught up on work at work and check out the tax document for writing off travel expenses as a writer. Not sure that last one will happen but we'll see.
Goodnight everyone--off to bath and bed for me.
( Yet many accessible locations are destroyed by deliberate barriers )
This is the continual battle against the normate space invaders. This is why accessible design and construction isn't enough.
If you think this barrier wasn't really created on purpose, that it's just the thoughtlessness of the ill-informed, I know that's not the case. I've visited this particular shop to inform them they've recreated barriers unnecessarily, and asked them to stop destroying the built-in accessibility. Their response is
Oh, don't worry, we'll be happy to help if you just ask.
Nondisabled people may wonder,
so what's so hard about asking? Great effort has been made to create accessible environments. Why should this thoughtless disablism require us to ask permission over and over? We are here; we are the public, as Dave Hingsburger put it so eloquently. When nondisabled people recolonize our spaces, we must regroup, react, and respond.
In honor of the way Twitter enriches and enweirdens our lives, here are three great things I found there recently:
- HAMILTON Ham4Ham with Lil Buck 4/27/16: A Schuyler Sisters remix is the foundation for an amazing solo dance by Lil Buck. Lin joins in briefly and your humble videographer had to struggle to keep up.
- Visual Artist Pierre Jean-Louis Makes Black Women's Hair Even More Beautiful: Using the Enlight app, Jean-Louis transforms his muses into marvelous works of art, turning their natural curls and coils into some of the most alluring sceneries nature has to offer.
- Phil Collins Reshot All His Original Album Covers for the 2016 Reissues: Famed musician Phil Collins began reissuing some of his most loved albums in November of 2015 as part of a collection called "Take a look at me now..." But keen-eyed fans of Mr. Collins noticed something curious about the reissues: the Phil Collins on the new album covers looks quite a bit older.
The basic payoff for this is that you get to see all the new stuff for whatever you are managing, even if it hasn't been published yet. That's about a chapbook's worth of goodies per month. If you want some other perk like getting extra poetry printed, I'm open to discussing that.
EDIT: Second round of yardening, I planted two black hollyhocks under the utility pole.
Third round of yardening, I pulled weeds from the raspberry patch in the ritual meadow.
The odd thing about visiting this time of year is that spring is much more advanced in Boston than in Montreal: a lot less is in bloom here (the forsythia are just starting, and they were close to done by the time I headed to the Boston airport Friday morning), and most of the trees are bare. (Montreal in January, or for that matter August, is probably going to be colder than New York or Boston, but it's not so visually different.)
Also just going live, the latest issue of Lightspeed, available for subscribers or as an individual issue, which includes my short story, "Deathlight," along with new short stories by An Owomoyela, Seanan McGuire, and Wole Talabi, reprints from a number of well known names including Tim Pratt and Elizabeth Hand, and Hugh Howey's "The Plagiarist."
I may have a bit more to say about this one once my individual story goes live on the web on May 17, but for now, I'll just note that the two stories are, I think, quite different - and not just because one is more or less fantasy (if a bit snarky about it) and the other marks my return to hard science fiction.
Feel free to pass on this post to other people. Requests for review copies may be sent to the author, Dusk Peterson.
Title: In Hot Water (The Eternal Dungeon).
Series: The Eternal Dungeon.
Publisher: Love in Dark Settings Press.
Publication date: April 25, 2016.
Genres: romance | lgbtq fiction | alternate history.
Tags: gay love | bisexual characters | 1880s America | mentor and protegé.
Word count: 7,000.
"He was the flame, and his love-mate was the kindling. To say they were mismatched was an understatement. He knew that it was only a matter of time before their relationship was tested. . . . Layle had simply not expected the test to be a pile of dirty dishes."
They are two of the most talented prison-workers in the world. It's a pity their skills don't extend to dishwashing.
When the kitchen laborers of the queendom's royal prison refuse to clean dishes until their demands are met, the High Seeker and his love-mate must figure out how to accomplish simple housework that elite men such as themselves never condescend to do. It seems an easy enough task. But hidden between the two men lie memories and secrets that will turn a simple task into something much more.
This romantic short story can be read on its own or as a side story in The Eternal Dungeon, an award-winning speculative fiction series set in a nineteenth-century prison.
The Eternal Dungeon series is part of Turn-of-the-Century Toughs, a cycle of alternate history series (Young Toughs, Waterman, Life Prison, Commando, Michael's House, The Eternal Dungeon, and Dark Light) about adults and youths on the margins of society, and the people who love them. Set in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, the novels and stories take place in an alternative version of America that was settled by inhabitants of the Old World in ancient times. As a result, the New World retains certain classical and medieval customs.
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REVIEW: The Shining Ones (The Eternal Dungeon)
"Everything Dusk Peterson writes is ridiculously deep, rich, and satisfying. The Shining Ones is no exception. It was strikingly beautiful. The prose lingers and swirls." —Inked Rainbow Reviews on The Shining Ones (The Eternal Dungeon).
FREE FICTION: Night Shadow (Darkling Plain)
A reissued story at Archive of Our Own. Information about my fiction at Archive of Our Own.
Night Shadow. "That will be your death."
A prince who could see beyond his borders but not see the people around him. . . . An enemy who would take any measure to get what he wanted. .. . And now a stranger has brought news to the prince of an approaching danger.
Young though he is, Farsight has inherited a powerful gift from his father that allows him to protect his realm. But when a conniving king in a neighboring country sets his sights on Farsight's mountain of gold, the prince will need help to protect himself against an assassin's knife. Will a newfound companion-in-arms be enough to save Farsight, once the Night Shadow crosses the border?
FEATURED BACKLIST TITLE: Spy Hill (Commando)
"Fairview was the finest friend a man could have, and the finest battle-companion. I dared not risk doing anything that might break our friendship."
On a hot summer's day, on a high hill surrounded by the enemy, the best battle-companion can turn out to be the truth.
Rook and Fairview have worked alongside each other for years, first as officers in the navy, then as officers on a steamship, and finally as colonels in an invading army. Members of a nation where tiny differences of rank are considered all-important, the two men defy convention by treating each other as equals.
But now their life-long bond is about to meet its greatest strain, when they are ordered to seize and defend a hill whose landscape is unknown, in the company of soldiers who may be incompetent or treacherous. Will Rook and Fairview's friendship remain by the end of the battle? Or will their lives take an unexpected detour as they struggle to survive on Spy Hill?
This novella (short novel) of friendship and gay love can be read on its own or as part of Commando, a historical speculative fiction series that imagines what the South African Boer War could have been like if it had been fought on American soil.
¶ Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Spy Hill.
As we reached the main trench, I bent down on one knee to inspect it. The stone breastwork that Spearman's sappers had built in front of the main trench – and in front of the right-flank and left-flank trenches – reached no more than a hand's span toward the sky.
"We'll be on our bellies if anyone shoots at us," said Major Arundel, Tice's second-in-command, who had come over to see how the other two battalions were doing. "Still, these stones are solid enough. They should do their work in shielding us, since the Mippites will have to shoot at us from far down on the slope. We should be able to kill any attackers before they come near enough to harm us." He glanced over his shoulder. Tice had evidently given up on swaying the General; he had stepped away from the General's rock, disgust on his face. To my dismay, I saw that the General was sitting in his field-chair now, smoking a cigarette and reading a book of poetry.
"I heard a rumor that his father forced him into the army," said Arundel, shaking his head. "He didn't want to be a soldier at all; he wanted to work for peace between Mip and the Dozen Landsteads, through the High Masters' diplomatic office."
"Even so," said Fairview, "he knows how to shoot a gun. I've seen him."
"Oh, yes, sir; he received military training in school," said Arundel. "But knowing how to fire a gun and being willing to do so – that's another matter."
Too many of Fairview's men were listening in on us; it would not do for them to think we had no faith in our General. I said stiffly, "It's not the General's job to shoot guns. His job is to issue orders."
"That's so, sir," said Arundel, saluting me in acknowledgment of my reprimand. "If you'll excuse me, Colonel Fairview, Colonel Rook – I should be getting back to my men."
"Prayers," murmured Fairview as he knelt down beside me to look at the shallow trench. It went down barely a foot before the sappers had hit rock.
"How many prayers do you know?" I tried to smile.
"Oh, plenty." Fairview turned to accept a sip of water from Davey, who was holding Fairview's water bottle. "When we joined the navy . . . do you remember that day?"
I nodded. "I was just remembering. We flipped to see who went first in line."
Fairview laughed. "Did we? I'd forgotten that, after all these years. Well, the night before we joined, I went to my grandmama and asked her what advice she had for me. My grandpapa had been a soldier, and I thought she might have overheard him talking about military matters before he died."
"Indeed?" I relaxed back onto my haunches. Around us, the enlisted men were tidying up after their breakfasts, while their officers checked to see that everyone's rifle was loaded, everyone's extra ammunition was at hand. In the dressing station, doctors and their assistants carried out final preparations. There was no sign yet of the stretcher-bearers and water-carriers, though I knew that Fairview had sent orders for their arrival, after he discovered that the General had neglected this task.
Fairview nodded, pushing back his helmet. The morning sun was growing brighter; an occasional bird flew past us, chirping brightly. Otherwise, all I could hear was the equally bright chatter of our men. "She taught me as many battle prayers as she could recall, and then she said, 'Alec my boy, the most important thing to remember is to put your affairs in good order before you go into battle. It's no use worrying about your affairs, once battle has begun. You need to do beforehand everything that needs to be done. The Fates get awfully annoyed at you if you arrive in afterdeath and tell them you've forgotten to do something. It's like leaving a stove fire going when you depart the house."
Fairview's messenger-lad put his hand over his mouth to smother his titter. I laughed outright. "And have you followed her advice?"
Fairview gave a quirk of a smile. "I suppose not. I've always been poor at tending to needed tasks."
"You're not the one who needs to make that confession." I frowned as I glanced back at the right flank. All seemed in order among my soldiers; the officers, good men, had noticed the brightening light and were urging the enlisted men into position in the trenches. It occurred to me, as I looked around, that Fairview's men were already in position, as were Tice's.
It was true enough, that Fairview and I made decisions jointly. But I had always been a bit slower than him in thinking matters through. The result of this was that, time after time, Fairview had acted first, and I had followed in his wake. It was the only flaw in our otherwise flawless friendship.
I looked over at Fairview again, and was surprised to see that he too was frowning. "Is something on your mind?" I asked. With one hand, I indicated the scene before us.
"The fighting, you mean? No. We've done everything we can to prepare, given our orders. It's just . . . Well, this isn't the place to talk about it, I suppose. Big ears." He looked over at Davey, who had been leaning in to listen. The lad blushed and ducked his head. Fairview laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Sir!" It was Branchwater, Fairview's second-in-command. "The mist is lifting!"
Fairview and I rose to our feet. Everywhere, despite the orders to entrench, men were standing up, trying to peer through the pale veil that was lifting as we watched. Whiteness turned to green and brown; I saw spread before us the lower ground that led to Fort Frederick. It was dotted with soldiers, many of them clustered near a creek at the foot of Spy Hill. Some of the soldiers below were already climbing.
My eyes rose further up. To the northeast I could see a magnificent range: the highest mountains I'd spied yet in Mip. And to our left, barely six hundred yards away, was the knoll to the north of Spy Hill. Light glimmered on rifle barrels there.
"Sweet blood," whispered Fairview. It was a prayer.
Then came a boom from Fairview Mountain, and the creek shook. Every man on the summit fell to his stomach.
The Mippite gunners had found us.
¶ Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Spy Hill.
NEW YOUNG ADULT COMPANION SERIES TO THE THREE LANDS
I've started a new young adult series that is a companion series to The Three Lands. It's called Young Spies, and it will center upon teenage characters in the Three Lands of the Great Peninsula. As with the Turn-of-the-Century Toughs cycle, I've given this cycle of two series a name: The Great Peninsula. And as with Young Toughs, this is a YA crossover series, intended to be read by both young adults and adults.
(As an aside: I was stunned to discover that nobody, in the history of American publishing, has ever before used the title "Young Spies" for either a book or a series. What are the odds of that?)
To start the series, I'm serializing Law Links, which was previously published in the Three Lands series but which I've shifted to Young Spies because its protagonist is a teenager.
You'll see that I've managed to figure out a way to keep the stories of The Three Lands available at Amazon while I bring out the new multiformat editions. However, the series omnibus will be unavailable for a while.
We have two books coming in at Book Bound tomorrow, both for Cordelia. One is the new Rick Riordan book, the start of a new series. (Oddly, the library has no record of this book in their catalog which means they haven’t ordered it yet. I find that really, really strange. I mean, it’s Rick Riordan. There’s going to be lot of demand.) The other is the second book in a series by Kerstin Gier. I’m torn. I ought to save the second book for her birthday, but my impulse is to give it to her right away because I know she desperately wants to read it.
I got up with Cordelia today. She was surprised to see me and demanded to know why I was awake. She didn’t tell me to go back to bed, though, so I really don’t know what she wants me to do. I’ll have to get up with her on Wednesday because my appointment is pretty early. I’ll need to call a cab a little after 9:00.
I slept badly last night. I was too warm under the sheet and blanket and too cold under just the sheet. I was in one of those half awake states where I was both aware of my body and the blankets and all of that and dreaming that there were things I had to to in a very specific way. When I’m like that, the most nonsensical things seem logical, and I can move a bit, so I worry that, some day, I’ll actually get up when I’m like that. Who knows what I’d do then?
I’ve been sleeping without the compression pad and wearing it during the day. That seems to be working out okay. I get more swelling during the day, whether I wear the pad or not, but it seems to be less if I wear the pad. Generally, the swelling goes away when I spend time lying down, whether on my back or on my side, so I think the pad isn’t useful then. My breast still hurts a lot when I get up from lying down, though. I’m fine once I’ve been upright for a minute, but that first minute is pretty awful.
Right now, I’m debating whether to drink more water or to lie down for a while. I think sleep will win, but I’m not absolutely sure yet.
* I can, in fact, still use coffee as a divination aid.
* Does anyone know a deity or two who might be associated with shit sandwiches and/or lemonade? No, seriously. The deity who is your boon companion when you go "Well, this is certainly a shit sandwich that I have here!" and/or also the entity for "Welp, these are some lemons; I guess it's time to find a big pot and some sugar." Asking for a friend.
* Tumblr is great for creating new mythology. However, anything that tumblr says are true historical fax, double-check that with other sources.
* 90s web design is not an immediate disqualification for a pagan informational website. Presence of information which can be easily debunked via actually qualified historical sources, however...
* Libraries are a thing.
* Divination can be super helpful at some things, but when you're doing it for yourself, you're going to get a lot of internal noise from what you're wanting to happen. Thus, divination is a reasonable way to explore what you personally in fact actually want...
* For fuck's sake, do not get a tattoo on your actual body honoring Bacchus without thinking things through super carefully.
or, in other words...
a California nonprofit devoted to supporting "constructed languages" — is trying to convince a court that the alien language from "Star Trek" is a real, "living" form of communication.
Guys, it's a pidgin now and has been for, gosh, probably more than a decade by this time. It didn't take long to become a household language. Over in Europe it's customary for people to learn multiple languages, and the home language is whatever two people have in common. For several couples that was Klingon, and so their kids learned it as a native language. Well, anything that's spoken live by native speakers counts as a real language. It's a pidgin, technically, because it's "borrowed" from elsewhere so kids aren't learning it from older native speakers. It's going to have carryover from English (or French, Italian, etc.) and will take a while for that to rub off. But all they really need to prove the case is convince a native speaker of Klingon to show up. Which would be awesome.
CBS and Paramount have sued, alleging that the unlicensed use of Klingon amounts to copyright infringement.
*headdesk* You cannot copyright a LANGUAGE. It is words. It is not an arrangement of specific words which is what can be copyrighted. It is not a logo or a trademark. You can copyright The Klingon Dictionary but not the language itself. A movie is pretty obviously not a dictionary. You also cannot copyright plain words. TSR tried copyrighting "dragon" once and lost. Words belong to everyone. You can only copyright what you do with the words.
"There would be great danger to allowing the copyright power to extend to prevent others from speaking a language," Duan wrote in a blog post Thursday.
Thank you brain-having person for pointing out the gigantic clusterfuck that would ensue from all the native peoples and their conquerors simultaneously trying to copyright the same languages. Coyote would have so much to do, he'd have to invite all his Trickster friends from every pantheon just to cover all of that. 0_o
Underlined prompts have been filled.
|"Coming in from the Cold: Tuesday"||"Rematch"|
|"All the Difference"||"Whirled Pieces"|
Pieces from Notes
|Cuoio takes Salvo dress shopping||farm lottery in Frankenstein's village||grassland meeting destroyed by dragons|
|Mr. Grenade and Hadyn practicing||Made This Card||Shahana and Ari|
|"Clair de Lune"||Eofor capitol destroyed by Ingeld||Hachi capitol destroyed by Utsusemi|