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Hey there Animal Crossing pals! I know I haven’t been around for a while, but that’s because I’ve been doin’ an art! Also playing Fallout 4. A lot. My 3ds is currently out of commission, so anything you purchase will help me save up for one that works! I miss my AC town. :( I hope spring is going well for all of you!
Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans, since things so seldom go the way I hope they will, even when I’m working hard to make them. March, in this case, featured a lot of health nonsense, and a number of demands on my time—and, as a result, I wasn’t able to write as often as I wanted to. Despite that, I’m proud of the fact that I managed to mostly stay on-track with my biggest goal during March, and make the days I wasable to write really count.
Total wordcount: 9, 046
Highlights:
I did, in fact, go back to the novel rewrite the way I’d planned to, writing about 4.3k of it, which was about half of the total words I wrote in March
I finished the short piece I’d started at the end of February—a Steter birthday piece for asarcasticwitch, which can be found here
Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans, since things so seldom go the way I hope they will, even when I’m working hard to make them. March, in this case, featured a lot of health nonsense, and a number of demands on my time—and, as a result, I wasn’t able to write as often as I wanted to. Despite that, I’m proud of the fact that I managed to mostly stay on-track with my biggest goal during March, and make the days I wasable to write really count.
Total wordcount: 9, 046
Highlights:
I did, in fact, go back to the novel rewrite the way I’d planned to, writing about 4.3k of it, which was about half of the total words I wrote in March
I finished the short piece I’d started at the end of February—a Steter birthday piece for asarcasticwitch, which can be found here
Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans, since things so seldom go the way I hope they will, even when I’m working hard to make them. March, in this case, featured a lot of health nonsense, and a number of demands on my time—and, as a result, I wasn’t able to write as often as I wanted to. Despite that, I’m proud of the fact that I managed to mostly stay on-track with my biggest goal during March, and make the days I wasable to write really count.
Total wordcount: 9, 046
Highlights:
I did, in fact, go back to the novel rewrite the way I’d planned to, writing about 4.3k of it, which was about half of the total words I wrote in March
I finished the short piece I’d started at the end of February—a Steter birthday piece for asarcasticwitch, which can be found here
Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans, since things so seldom go the way I hope they will, even when I’m working hard to make them. March, in this case, featured a lot of health nonsense, and a number of demands on my time—and, as a result, I wasn’t able to write as often as I wanted to. Despite that, I’m proud of the fact that I managed to mostly stay on-track with my biggest goal during March, and make the days I wasable to write really count.
Total wordcount: 9, 046
Highlights:
I did, in fact, go back to the novel rewrite the way I’d planned to, writing about 4.3k of it, which was about half of the total words I wrote in March
I finished the short piece I’d started at the end of February—a Steter birthday piece for asarcasticwitch, which can be found here
Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans, since things so seldom go the way I hope they will, even when I’m working hard to make them. March, in this case, featured a lot of health nonsense, and a number of demands on my time—and, as a result, I wasn’t able to write as often as I wanted to. Despite that, I’m proud of the fact that I managed to mostly stay on-track with my biggest goal during March, and make the days I wasable to write really count.
Total wordcount: 9, 046
Highlights:
I did, in fact, go back to the novel rewrite the way I’d planned to, writing about 4.3k of it, which was about half of the total words I wrote in March
I finished the short piece I’d started at the end of February—a Steter birthday piece for asarcasticwitch, which can be found here
IT’S HERE IT’S HERE IT’S HERE!!! And just in time for Halloween!
Making Friends in the Afterworld is a creepy-cute picture book which was written by my dear friend Jonathan, illustrated by me, and colored by our friend Lee at @studiointerrobang. It’s about friendship, finding people who love you for who you are (even if you’re a little bit weird), and cupcakes.
This book is chock full of heart! And also other organs. But mostly heart!
The kind and hardworking stepdaughter tumbles down the well. It’s an old story, but all that comes after is brand new.
When Ida overbalances reaching after a dropped spindle, she falls into Elfreda the Nixie’s domain. Her first wish is to escape back home. However, Elfreda treats her kindly, and the longer Ida stays the harder it is not to love the Nixie and her magical land…
Once upon a time, I got this story published in a LT3 Press anthology of queer fairy tales. I’m so excited to finally bring it back into the world, and with a gorgeous cover by @hattedhedgehog, no less!
Maika is the right hand and occasional lover of the notorious sand raider known only as the Dust Rider. When they raid a caravan he expects the usual bounty of food and gunpowder. He does not expect Dani, the beautiful, stubborn gardener delivering fruit trees to a prince’s pleasure garden, but he’s happy to take both plants and man back to the sand raider’s ‘castle’ carved into the red rock canyons.
Though Dani seems far from happy at being a prisoner, and definitely does not want to draw the Dust Rider’s wrath by getting too close to her lover, he enjoys the challenging gardens he’s given to tend and is not indifferent when Maika comes to visit. Maika dares to hope Dani can see past the dust and demons and give Maika and the sand raiders a chance to be home.
Hey y’all! Remember when I got my very first novella published, but then my publisher went out of business? Well, now Sand Raiders is back online!
Currently just on Smashwords, but it should go out to all other major retailers within the next few days.
Maika is the right hand and occasional lover of the notorious sand raider known only as the Dust Rider. When they raid a caravan he expects the usual bounty of food and gunpowder. He does not expect Dani, the beautiful, stubborn gardener delivering fruit trees to a prince’s pleasure garden, but he’s happy to take both plants and man back to the sand raider’s ‘castle’ carved into the red rock canyons.
Though Dani seems far from happy at being a prisoner, and definitely does not want to draw the Dust Rider’s wrath by getting too close to her lover, he enjoys the challenging gardens he’s given to tend and is not indifferent when Maika comes to visit. Maika dares to hope Dani can see past the dust and demons and give Maika and the sand raiders a chance to be home.
Hey y’all! Remember when I got my very first novella published, but then my publisher went out of business? Well, now Sand Raiders is back online!
Currently just on Smashwords, but it should go out to all other major retailers within the next few days.
From the publisher’s twitter: TS Porter’s “(don’t you) love a singer” is a rollicking spacefaring tale about a close-knit crew of singing sailors holding their ship together through subspace with the rhythm of their voices.
I am very proud to be a part of the ‘It Gets Even Better: Stories of Queer Possibility’ anthology, with a very sweet and hopeful story. It’s got space shanties and ace lesbians and humans singing their way through danger–all that good stuff! You can find it in print, ebook, and audiobook [here].
Image transcripts below
Image one: Purple text on a dark background, with a cartoony spaceship shooting rainbow fire and small planets colored like pride flags along the left size. “It Gets Even Better: Stories of Queer Possibility. Table of contents. The Ghosts of Liberty Street by Phoebe Barton Weave Us a Way by Nemma Wollenfang Custom Options Available by Amy Griswold The Invisible Bisexual by S.L. Huang Frequently Asked Questions About the Portals at Frank’s Late-Night Starlite Drive-In by Kristen Koopman The Perseverance of Angela’s Past Life by Zen Cho Sea Glass at Dawn by Leora Spitzer unchartered territories by Swetha S. Midnight Confetti by D.K. Marlowe black is a flower by R.J. Mustafa Made With Love by Tami Veldura Sphexa, Start Dinosaur by Nibedita Sen The Frequency of Compassion by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor What Pucks Love by Sonni de Soto Gold Medal, Scrap Metal by Lauren Ring Half My Heart by Rafi Kleiman Venti Mochaccino, No Whip, Double Shot of Magic by Aimee Ogden since we’re here tonight by Xu Ran I’ll Have You Know by Charlie Jane Anders The Cafe Under the Hill by Ziggy Schutz (don’t you) love a singer by TS Porter The After Party by Ben Francisco The Mountain Will Move If You Ask by Jaxton Kimble”
Image 2: Purple text on a dark background. “Whenever they could, Kait and Maya would go down to the shipyards and watch the singers disembark from their spaceships, exulting in full-throated song. They were barrel-chested, their voices bigger and stronger than other people’s, their friendships tighter. They laughed and sang and held each other close, and it made Kait’s chest hurt with want to watch them.” (don’t you) love a singer by TS Porter
The first time the humans told us they sang their way through subspace, we thought it a translation error.
.
We-the-hive were overjoyed to meet them. Finally, finally, it was proven that we were not alone! And though we already knew that we must not be, given the vastness of time and the multiverse, we also knew that those same vastnesses were against us. Civilizations we could meet are greatly outnumbered by those who came before us and we are too late to meet, those who will come after us and we are too early for, and those so far away that we cannot find them.
A starfaring civilization, like our own, increased the chances of meeting greatly. One of our most distant scientific surveyors sensed a faint and far away disturbance, similar to the waves our own ships make when diving into and out of subspace. An exploratory team was sent to investigate, and there at the furthest reach ever taken from the hive’s center, to our everlasting joy, we found human explorers on the far edges of their own range.
Their ships were strange to us, and their selves even stranger. Translation, and the mutual communication of peaceful intentions, was difficult. Mathematics was the first understanding we were able to share, as the basic principles do not change—though their and our systems of harnessing it are different. Science followed after, as the elements and natural laws are unchanging. So it was discovered that we-the-hive and the humans share the common ground of being carbon-based heterotrophs who consume water to maintain life processes.
These commonalities were far outnumbered by our differences. Yet, the most important thing we had in common was the desire to understand each other. With earnest effort, with forgiveness for unintended insult and misunderstanding, we worked to learn each other’s languages.
Science being an early part of our understanding of each other, we asked them about the construction of their ships. They told us of their material compositions and their subspace engines, different in design but similar in purpose to our own technology—but when we asked them about the shielding and stabilization they used to make the journey survivable, they told us only that they sang their way through.
I have sold a short story from this same universe! “(don’t you) love a singer” is sweet and hope-punky and includes ace lesbians singing their way through danger. If you like one, I think you’ll enjoy the other.
The kind and hardworking stepdaughter tumbles down the well. It’s an old story, but all that comes after is brand new.
When Ida overbalances reaching after a dropped spindle, she falls into Elfreda the Nixie’s domain. Her first wish is to escape back home. However, Elfreda treats her kindly, and the longer Ida stays the harder it is not to love the Nixie and her magical land…
Once upon a time, I got this story published in a LT3 Press anthology of queer fairy tales. I’m so excited to finally bring it back into the world, and with a gorgeous cover by @hattedhedgehog, no less!
I am very pleased to share that my short story, “The Living Texts of Sildeen,” can be found in the latest issue of Broadswords & Blasters. It’s a story about an antiques salesman and the young lady who comes to his curiosity shop for help.
Are there dinosaurs in it? No. But it’s got fossils, weird relics, mysterious artifacts, indecipherable script, and an overly-curious bird.
If you like pulpy stuff, fantasy, or adventure, I encourage you to check it out.
The night after meeting his new teammates for the first time Danny had felt that now familiar itch on his arm that meant his soul mark was growing and had just known he was going to be stuck following McGarrett around trying to keep them both alive.
Because if meeting Steve and Kono and Chin was another step closer to finding Danny’s soulmate, he’d have to stick around to see how far they could take him.
(A season one rewrite of McDanno as soulmates that no one asked for)
The night after meeting his new teammates for the first time Danny had felt that now familiar itch on his arm that meant his soul mark was growing and had just known he was going to be stuck following McGarrett around trying to keep them both alive.
Because if meeting Steve and Kono and Chin was another step closer to finding Danny’s soulmate, he’d have to stick around to see how far they could take him.
(A season one rewrite of McDanno as soulmates that no one asked for)
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