I'm still Muse Fusioning, for just a few more hours this morning you can leave prompts: http://torn-world.livejournal.com/86985.html
I did the sketches I listed in my last post, which are still available: http://ellenmillion.livejournal.com/1227933.html
From Doris' prompt, "It Was The Little Things" is a short story about Olarali's reactions to the next segment of the Bai-Ressa story. A $20 sponsorship will also get the sketch mentioned in-story created, and the patron will receive the original of that sketch. Because this section is a spoiler, getting a sneak preview is optional for the prompter - I can wait until the section it spoils is printed to send it, or send it now. For the sponsor, I will send an early draft of both stories so you don't have to wait! :)
I also FINISHED the monster story that is the next segment of the Rails storyline, yay! It weighs in at over 4100 words. Many questions are taking form, and here we even get a few answers, though not all of them.
And, also from Doris' prompt, as well as the glorious weather yesterday, I wrote this little poem, which I shall put behind a cut, because I am not a poet:
make a surprising amount of noise
in a still forest.
They whisper and mutter
like restless snow-unicorns
as they fall.
Like parting curtains
they reveal a majestic view
not glimpsed during summer's green.
Gold and green hills
tinged with red
dwarfed by white peaks beyond.
Happy Talk like a Pirate Day! In honor of the day, Rum and Ruffian coloring books are on sale for $2 off this month: http://www.ellenmilliongraphics.com/coloringbooks.php
In house news, nearly finished with our closets, then there's just trim and moving back into the bedroom. The new carpet hardly smells at all anymore, which is nice, and it is a TREAT on the feet. The installer had some good things to say about the quality of it - it has a good solid backing and a very tight plush; he was surprised to hear how little we had paid for it. I can't even feel the tackstrips through it on the edges, though I know where they are and can push down hard on them. It is so pretty and restful.
We went for a loooong walk yesterday around our property, and I found an old lightning-struck tree back there that was just stunning - this big, shining black monolith surrounded by gold and green. It had clearly burnt right to the ground, but nothing around it was touched at all. I'd like to take the camera and get some photos of it, but it is a hefty hike back off the trails along our property, and I'm not sure I'm up for it today.
In factory news, I am 18 weeks, and guppy is about 5.5 inches (the length of a bell pepper). Still feeling only vague but suspicious baby-bubbles, with no health problems to report. The round ligament horror is only intermittent, and didn't bother me at all this weekend. Pre-natal yoga and bellydance (which I am taking again) mean my shoulders and upper back are achy, but it's a very pleasant used-muscle ache; I can handle that.
Back to writing now.... then packing orders, trip to the post office, gym, shopping and some more closet work.
ETA: Also, I've got a new story up at Torn World for supporters: http://www.tornworld.net/storypageview.php?id=318
Grandma Monster (excerpt):
The white papers were supposed to be sources of news, but the process for getting material approved was so laborious and tedious that it was sometimes tendays after events before they could go to press, losing all of the 'new' in 'news.'
When Ressa wanted to know something current, or had news to share, she went to the courtyard of the next block down. It was the latter that took her down the block that day.
“Good morning, Grandma Monster!” Ressa greeted one of the oldsters. It was a familiar name, one that the old woman didn't mind, or Ressa would never have used it. Grandma Monster was a Duurludirj woman, but a giant of their blood, so at one point she had stood as tall as Ressa did. She was old now, and curled over with her years, but still liked to smile broadly (with increasing gaps in her teeth) and tell bloody stories of sea monsters and her days as a warsailor. She was often found on this bench in the shade of the entrance to her housing courtyard, and many in the neighborhood came to find her there and share the latest chin-wagging.