It’s got me and a lot of other awesome women in it, and it’s FREE.  Check out Broad Spectrum: The 2012 Broad Universe Fiction Sampler.  My story starts:

Last time this happened, I was Orpheus.

Ethan was lost, pale, gone in a haze of Zoloft and Lithium and anorexia, and he assured me he was in hell, and I missed him so much that the rocks and trees wept. And when neither of us could bear it any more, I descended into the underworld and went to the King. I sang such a song of grief that I even moved the King of the Underworld to tears, and he said I could bring my Eurydice back to the light of day if only I didn’t turn back and look upon him. As I walked through the fluorescent halls and the smell of bleach and urine I knew this was hell, and I couldn’t bear the thought of my beloved locked away from the sun like this forever. So I led the way singing, and the janitors and nurses wept and cleared a path for us as we walked down the hall.

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  1. I’ll be reading at the Broad Universe Rapid Fire Reading at Dragoncon on Sunday, September 2, at 5:30pm in Greenbriar.
  2. Woe, my current story is 23,000+ words long and conflict-poor.  It needs some serious, serious editing.  But I was not writing at $previous_job, so this is an improvement.  Right?
  3. I’m running 3-4 days a week and about to start running outside.  I’m also in the market for a 5K, if you know of one.

I was doing 250 words a day as a goal, but Jen and I signed up for stickK together.  It looked like a time commitment would work better with their site than a wordcount commitment, so I said ten minutes a day/an hour a week.

This works a lot better than I expected.  I almost always write more than 250 words, and I feel like I’m making a lot of progress on the story I was working on.  I plan to up the time later to a more ambitious number.  (Jen chose five hours a week.  There’s no way.  I’d be setting myself up to fail.)

I also signed up to run more than 134 minutes a week.  I usually run 3-4 days a week for 45 minutes at a time.  This is also going well.

I didn’t even put money on either one!

Future running goals include running outside (right now I’m treadmill only) and eventually signing up for a race.

I finally reached the central conflict on the story in progress!  As one of my nieces’ other aunts pointed out, some add clay to an armature and some chip at stone.  I’m usually the former.  Which is why the amount of whacking I’m going to have to do on this one is so disconcerting.

In other weed-whacking news, it occurred to me that the hurricane story I was working on in 2007 anticipated the Occupy Wall Street movement, and I may have to fish it out and try (again!) to finish it with that in mind when I’m finished with this one.  Note to self:  Less (or no) cyberpunk, more politics.

I’ve already had that special moment when you realize that you’re probably going to cut 6,000 words from your short story in progress. Today I had that special moment when I realized that I’ve written 13,000 words and haven’t reached my central conflict yet.

This is the point where my ex would traditionally inform me that I was writing a novel. Nope. I think it just took me this long to figure out where the hell this thing is going.

I read an excerpt from “The Last Wasicu” in the Broadpod, here.  It’s one of my favorites of mine.

These were taken by Luke McGuff at Wiscon this year.  You can see the entire collection here:  Wiscon Photo Booth.

Lunchtime and right before I leave work are apparently not-so-much times for writing.  I think it’s because, as Douglas Adams said, “Time is an illusion.  Lunchtime doubly so.”

I’ve been resisting writing in the mornings because I’m really a great big ginormous ditz in the mornings, but it’s working so well for running that maybe I need to try it. I could spend some of my social media surfing time on writing.

Similarly, I think my daily writing goal is insufficiently ambitious.  On the other hand, I can’t seem to make that insufficiently ambitious goal, so maybe it’s plenty ambitious.

I wrote on the plane back from Wiscon.  That was interesting.

In other news, current spreadsheet estimates suggest my story in progress will end up being 16163 words long.  I have difficulty believing this.

High Points:

  1. Haiku Earring party: Every year Elise Matheson throws a party where you pick a pair of earrings you like, she gives you a prompt, and if she likes the haiku you write in response she gives you the earrings. My prompt was, “What Faeries Did in the Renaissance”:

    Keep your iron, your steel.
    Your art, your plays, your poems.
    We’ll take your children.

    New earrings: awesome.

  2. I was tragically forced to shop. *back of hand to head*
  3. My reading went well. 🙂
  4. The GenderFloomp Party: You’re encouraged to do something to mess with your gender presentation. There were a lot of women in suits and men in lumberjack boots and red satin negligees. They were one of the two best dance parties. We floomped until we dropped.
  5. Seeing awesome people I only see in person at WisCon!

My cats missed me.

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