Slime

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He paused, long fingers drumming on the shaft of his bow. The silence of the forest greeted him—that silence that never was. Shrieks of birds, buzzes of bugs, the crunch of something moving in the windblown trees nearby.

Maybe he imagined it.

Then it came again, dispelling that thought, and he jumped over the fallen log, long legs carrying him through the forest.

A scream. Desperate. Filled with terror—and maybe something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Bursting through a thicket, an arrow already nocked on his bow, he dropped to one knee, ready to fire—and froze at the sight before him.

In a large, open glade, a mud puddle seemed to be… consuming a young man.

He paused, staring, then fired the arrow. The young man shrieked again, thrashing so huge, thick gobbets of slime flung out of the mud pond and splattered on the grass and bushes. The fletching of the arrow was just visible in the muck, slowly being sucked in with a wet slurp.

Abandoning his bow as a lost cause, he ran over to the edge of the pond of slime and stretched out one arm. “Grab my hand!”

The young man—so liberally covered in goop that he couldn’t even tell what colour his hair was—managed to extricated one arm and reached, fingers trembling.

The mud pulled him in further, grunting and glugging.

Their fingertips grazed each other, then he caught hold and yanked. With a tremendous grunt, he dug in his heels and pulled, gripping the young man’s wrist with both hands. The slime was powerfully strong and seemed reluctant to release its victim, but after several minutes of vein-popping struggle, it relinquished the boy and sent him flying out of the pond. He landed with a thud, and they collapsed together, panting and soaked.

Leto blinked and looked down at the muddy man sprawled atop him. “You aren’t wearing any pants,” he said, surprised.

In the few spots not drenched with mud, the man’s skin flushed deep, violent scarlet. “Crumpets,” he mumbled, burying his head in shame.

Ignoring it, Leto lifted his head and frowned at the pond, burbling in quiet menace. “What was that thing?” he asked, wiping sludge from his lip.

The man scrubbed his face with a mortified groan and rolled off Leto to slump in the long grass, revealing fine blonde hair and embarrassed green eyes. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

Read more about Elfboy and his misadventures with slime over here!

The Time Between (The Sheets) – A Fan Fic

Hellooooo. Long time no see, eh?

My darling friend CB Archer got the idea to write a fanfic short story about two of my characters from CHANGELING, a story of mine that he beta read wait, idea? no no i told him i wanted to know what would happen if…

So he did!

Linked here is the post on his website. But be warned – he writes wonderfully filthy erotica, and you have any sort of aversion to same sex freakiness, maybe don’t go read it. Or do. But don’t bitch to either of us if you’re offended.

Enjoy!

I know I did 😀

The Time Between (The Sheets) – A Fan Fic

Fanart? Yes.

To quote my pal CB Archer on his post about fan art:

Contrary to popular belief, no one ever writes books, makes movies, or becomes a musician for fame, power, or money. They all do it for one thing and one thing only:
Fan Art.

I got my first fan art recently and by recently I mean a few months ago but I’m a mook and totally forgot to upload it and gush like another sort of mook.

Contrary to what one might think, it isn’t PURITY fan art, but CHANGELING, unpublished and collecting dust on my hard drive while I write its threequel, I swear. CB himself actually made this art – based on one of the early scenes of CHANGELING in which main character Aisling and her band of merry soldiers gets entangled with bandits bent on assault and robbery.

Aisling and Leir
Aisling and Leir

Bandits Beware!

Aisling (orange) is a pyrophoric mage – meaning she has the innate power to produce and control fire. Leir (blue) is cryonic – meaning she is basically Elsa and can control ice and snow the cold never bothered her anyway.

Tying into this, actually… I was recently writing USURPER, Changeling’s threequel, and I wrote myself into a corner in which I needed lyrics to a ballad. Being completely nonpoetic myself, I commissioned by friend Bethany, a songwriter and poet, to come up with a few lines for me. Inspired by the idea of writing a lament and also the lure of Mars bars Bethany jumped aboard with gusto and wrote not just a few lines, but an entire song – and then decided she wanted to write lyrics to a heroic ballad I had referenced elsewhere in the same chapter.

So, without further ado, one stanza of Winter Song, written by Bethany Sanjenko for USURPER.

When the winter winds came, he put on his boots
He opened the door and tightened his noose
Now he lays in a grave, shallow and cold
No one to have and no one to hold

I’m hella pumped on all this. And according to CB Archer, now I have succeeded!

Also, you should go check out his page and Bethany’s Soundcloud, both linked. His as of yet unpublished book is hysterical, and Bethany is seriously talented.

WordPress classic. Yes.

I see WordPress has a new way of publishing posts.

I don’t like it one bit, and I, for one, am glad they keep this old version available for us. Hopefully it’s permanent.

In any case, here’s just a basic update on everything going on in casa de Marshman and Albert, I guess, since I live with James now:

  • I’m now assistant manager at the bookstore where I work. This literally only means I went from knowing what I was doing every single day (magazine and magazine-related work) to doing whatever Lexi (the boss) doesn’t feel like doing at any given time. I am a glorified minion. That being said, having worked there for four and a half years, I’m pretty excited about any kind of say in how the store runs.
  • I’m living with James that’s not news
  • We’re going to get a cat that is news
  • Abomination, the sequel to my magnum opus, Changeling, is nearly finished and currently clocking in just under 250 000 words.
  • I read Written In My Own Heart’s Blood, the eighth Outlander book by Diana Gabaldon, and wept and laughed and can’t wait another five years for the next book.
  • Also, the tv show makes me fangirl super hard.
  • I binge-played Dragon Age: Origins and married Alistair that… may or may not be news

Also, Halloween is coming and I’ve got a very exciting costume planned that plays off my Doctor Who addiction. Stay tuned.

And in the meantime, between my infrequent relevant posts, continue to enjoy the flash fiction I’m posting on a sometimes weekly basis. By the way, those come from random prompts at the writing group I go to. I go to a writing group now. Writing groups are cool.

Until next time!

GUIZ! My computer is home!

Gah! My computer is finally home, and no longer looks like it ever lit on fire!

So, y’know, that’s really exciting.

I missed it turribly.

In other news, while it was down for the count, I had an idea for a short story/novella in the Changeling universe. I started writing it by hand, which is a battle and a half, so now that I have a computer again, it’ll be typed up and glorious. It was inspired by the fact that I’m editing Changeling right now, and I realized a new character had no choice but to be added to the timeline before the novel begins.

So this short story/novella is going to be about said character and their relationship with the others we already know and love.

That’s sort of the biggest update on my life. Once I’m settled in and up to date with my beloved, I’ll do a proper entry.

 

😀

Blog hop!

Apparently there is a thing called a blog hop, and I have been tagged in it, by the illustrious Elisa Nuckle. I’ve been given four questions to answer about my writing process, so here we go!

And bear with me, because I’m on my phone app and there’s only so much I can do

What am I working on?

I’m currently, because my computer is fried, working on editing by hand Changeling, my magnum opus. This will be round two of edits, then she’ll be doing her rounds of beta readers before the next round of edits. I’m also bringing together the climax of her sequel, Abomination, though that is more difficult now, as it too must be by hand. sigh.

How does my work differ from others from its genre?

Well, it’s unique in that it’s written by me!

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Fickle technology

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Remember that one time I couldn’t use my computer because the AC adapter broke?

Yeah, it happened again.

It was a slightly different scenario this time, to be fair. Last time, it simply broke. This time, it lit on fire.

Yes. Fire.

I had noticed for some time that it was acting funny. It would sometimes quit working, even when it was plugged in to my computer and the wall just fine. The other night, after contacting Asus about getting a new adapter, I was browsing an open document Changeling, appropriately enough, because fire, when I smelled something off. When I looked down, black smoke was twisting up from my adapter port. I quickly unplugged it from my computer and base, and as I was walking back and forth, cord in hand —

It caught fire.

I panicked, as I rightly should, and started for the sink, chanting “Oh my God”, and then realized that I don’t know what to do for electrical fires. My initial reaction was water, obviously, then I thought to smother it, but before I could do anything, it sputtered out and died. I waited a minute, to be sure it wouldn’t catch fire again, then put it on the linoleum floor to check my computer. The port was melted to slag, but the computer itself was running fine. I backed up my most important files as I phoned Asus back and told them my priorities had changed.

So my computer is currently packed up and waiting for me to fill out the RMA form and ship it back to Asus for repairs. They were quite quick last time, but the scenario has changed some, so I don’t know how long I’m going to be without a computer.

In the meantime, I do have my phone, and I’ll be doing edits by hand on Changeling. I’ve also just started Wizard’s First Rule, by Terry Goodkind, so there’s reading to do, as well.

I’m still on Facebook and Twitter if anyone needs me.

Go hug your computers for me.